Date: Wed, 16 May 2007 15:38:08 +0100 From: Matt Brooks Subject: The Tramp in the Restroom, Chapter 1 This story is only a fantasy and none of it happened to me. Unfortunately. Chapter 1 Billy was an 11 year old who knew that he liked men but didn't quite know why. He was 4' 9" and his friends used to joke that he looked even younger. He had blonde hair and very pale smooth skin. He had started to grow just a few hairs around his cock and he was regularly getting hard ons. He wasn't sure why but he knew that he enjoyed getting them. He was walking into town one day and he needed to go to the toilet. There was a public lavatory which he knew he could use but his mum and warned him not to as she said there were strange men in there. This appealed to Billy as he wanted an adventure and he had nothing to do that day anyhow ^Ö who knew what could happen? The toilets were underground and very old. He walked down the damp stairwell and the smell of stale urine was very strong but something in the smell aroused Billy. As he walked in he could see a tramp or a homeless person in the corner who was just washing his face. He was about 75 years' old and was dressed in mainly black scruffy clothes with black boots. As Billy started to wee the tramp came up to a urinal a few yards away and standing back from it undid his fly and brought out a fat fleshy cock with a long foreskin. He pulled the foreskin back to reveal a red bulbous head. Billy let out a small gasp. "What's the matter with you?" said the tramp "I'm sorry sir nothing is the matter" "You like looking at my cock do you?" As he said it a hot stream of piss came from the end and he pulled his foreskin back further. "You never seen a big dick then boy?" The tramp's cock was almost seven inches flaccid and was chunky with a fat foreskin. "No sir I haven't" "Do you want to see it up close? Come over into this stall and I'll let you play with it if you want." Billy had finished peeing himself and was embarrassed that he was getting that hard feeling again. He didn't know what to do. The tramp carried on peeing and Billy couldn't stop looking at it. It was way longer soft than his was hard and was much much wider. "Do you wanna play with it then?" said the tramp. With that he put it back into his trousers and walked over to the disabled cubicle. Billy followed hesitantly looking up the stairs worried what someone might think if they came in. The tramp was stood in the cubicle holding the door open. He was clutching his cock through his black trousers. "I can play with you too if you want boy?" he said. Billy walked forward and stopped at the cubicle door. It was obvious he was nervous. The tramp pulled down his zip and brought out his cock which was now semi hard and looked to Billy's eyes as if it were really heavy. He then put his hand back into his trousers and scooped out a huge pair of hairy heavy balls. They hung almost as low as the tip of his fleshy cock which, now semi hard, still pointed downwards. "Okay I would like to play with it" Billy said. He walked into the cubicle and the tramp shut the door behind him. "Why don't you sit down on the toilet seat?" said the tramp. Billy did so and the tramp came toward him. Billy decided to pull the tramp's trousers down first as he was nervous about touching his cock just yet. The tramp's cock was now hard and stuck out toward him at 90%. It was at least ten inches long and as wide as one of Billy's soda cans. He reached up and put his fingers around the shaft of the cock. It was hot and soft and as he squeezed the skin on the cock moved slightly. "That's it boy. You like that?" "Yes sir... why is it so hot?" "Because it wants to shoot its juice. You ever seen man juice?" "No sir. At least... I don't think so. I sometimes have clear stuff that comes out of mine." The tramp laughed: "That'll be pre-cum boy. Why don't you start moving your hand up and down and I'll show you what man juice is?" By this stage Billy was hard as a board. With his other hand he couldn't help but feel his own cock through his shorts both confused and excited about the sensation he was feeling. As he moved his hand up and down the tramp's cock, the red bulbous end kept coming out with a funny sweaty but sexy smell. The end of his cock was the size of a small orange Billy thought and, without thinking, he put his lips on the end and licked it. "That's right boy ^Ö you wanna suck some old man cock? How old are you?" "Eleven" Billy spluttered not wanting to take his mouth of this amazing cock. As he wanked the shaft Billy began to lick all around the head. The tramp was now groaning with pleasure and holding the back of Billy's head to make sure he didn't stop licking. Billy tried to put the whole head in his mouth but couldn't. He carried on licking but was desperate to get it all inside of him. The tramp then started to groan some more and began to buckle slightly. Billy took his mouth away and as he did so the tramp's cock started to spurt this hot white liquid. It came and it came and some of it fell on Billy's face and his t-shirt. He didn't mind though as he realised that he had now seen man juice. The tramp's cock fell limp but remained swollen and Billy could feel the heat coming from it still. "You are a good boy" said the tramp. "Would you like to do that with me again?" "Yes sir" "How about tomorrow I pick you up here at about 3 pm and I'll take you to a friend's house? Me you and my friend. We'll make sure you have a good time and I'll get to play with yours then? "Yes sir" said Billy. And he ran out of the cubicle and went straight home. Excited about what had happened and dying to get onto his bed and play with his own. He was going to try and make some man juice of his own. And if he couldn't, well... hopefully his new friend would make him tomorrow.