Date: Mon, 22 Mar 2010 02:21:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: penny cox <pennycox694@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: The Cemetary Toilets

Having been at the senior, all-boys school, for two years, I was already
heavily involved in mutual wanking in the showers and toilets. I loved it,
and from the first time I saw a boy undress, I knew I was different. Just
seeing those y-fronts being pulled down, and watching that cock flop out, I
just had to touch it, and play with it. Every time I was alone with another
boy, I had my hands inside his underpants, and in class, I'd sit at the
back and unzip the boy next door to me, ease my hand inside his pants and
slowly play with him for the entire lesson. Having a stiff cock in my hands
made me feel strangely powerful, and "in control", and I liked it very
much.

All my school friends knew about my liking for boys cocks, but no-one knew
my other little weakness, for an older man.

On my walk home from school, there was a short cut across a cemetary. In
winter when it was dark, I was too afraid to walk through the dark paths,
but in summer I didn't mind. No other boys walked that way, so I was
totally alone as I crossed the quiet, peaceful area. In the center was a
public toilet, which I seemed drawn to. There was just one urinal, and one
cubicle, and I checked it out most afternoons. It never seemd to get
cleaned, so the floor was covered in leaves, the walls dirty, and the
toilet paper empty, but the writings on the back of the toilet door were
lovely. I'd often go into the cubicle, pull my trousers and pants down, sit
on the toilet, and wank myself off, as I read the notes. They were gay
fantasies, about kissing, wanking, sucking and fucking. I loved them. As I
had only done the wanking bit, the rest seemed so wonderful to me.

At school, an older boy had taken me into a toilet cubicle and kissed me as
I wanked him off. He held me in his arms and pushed his tongue into my
mouth, as I played with his cock inside his pants. It all seemed so natural
and normal to me, so that when he told me to kneel down and let him push
his cock into my mouth, I didn'd object. There I was, a 13 year old boy, on
my knees, with an older boys stiff cock being eased into my mouth. I wasn't
afraid or nervous, again it seemd perfectly natural, and I loved feeling it
filling my mouth. I had to open my mouth wide to accomodate it, but felt
comfortable as it slid slowly in between my lips. He began to thrust it in
and out, as if making love to a woman, but using my lips. It was heavenly,
but I was frightened of him cuming in my mouth, so I pulled away and wanked
him to a climax, but let him cum all over my face. He seemed to like
looking down at me, covered in his cum. From that time anwards, he wanted
me
 to take him in my mouth.

Back at the cemetary, my toilet felt like home, and I was beginning to
write some fantasies of my own on the toilet door, about my older
boyfriend, and how I secretly longed for him to cum in my mouth, to make me
take his cum, and to ease his cock up my bum and fuck me properly.

One day, as I sat alone in the cubicle, I heard a noise outside. Some one
was entering the toilet. I froze and sat there silently, listening to him
having a pee, wondering what his cock looked like. After a while he left,
and I pulled my trousers and pants up and slipped outside. I couldn't see
anyone around, so I quickly walked away. The next day on the way to school,
I visited the toilet. On the back of the toilet door was pinned a note. It
was headed "To the 4 o'clock schoolboy" and said that if I wanted an older
man, rather than a boy, all my fantasies could cum true. I dropped my
sachel and scribbled a note back, saying YES PLEASE. All day at school I
was excited, and as I crossed the cemetary that afternoon, I couldn't wait
to read his reply.

His note said that he'd been watching me for ages, going into the toilet,
and how he liked seeing me in my gym kit best. He said he'd had fantasies
of me sitting on his lap in the toilet in my gym shorts, kissing him and
wriggling around, making him hard, and how all my fantasies could cum true
in that toilet. I was to go home and write him a fantasy about what I'd
like him to do to me. Wow, I hurried home and went to bed early. I wrote
and wanked myself off, telling him how I longed to be kissed and feel a
cock in my mouth and longed to have it cum. How I wanted to feel a cock
slowly easing its way up my bum, and then to be fucked like a woman till it
shoots all its cum inside me. The following day, I pinned it on the back of
the door and hurried away.

That afternoon, as I made my way across the cemetary, I saw a bicycle
leaning up against the toilet. I became nervous, and even though I had my
gym shorts on with no underpants, and ready for him, I couldn't go through
with it.

As I took a side path around the toilets, I glanced over and saw a short,
tubby, elderly man, standing in the doorway with white gym shorts and a
football shirt on. He smiled at me. It felt comforting and I smiled
back. Then I saw him begain to rub the front of his shorts, and I got a
glimpse of the outline of his cock. It looked good to me, and I turned
along a pathway towards the toilet block. As I reached him, he held him
finger to his lips, telling me not to make a noise. I nodded. Then he took
my hand and led me into the toilet.

It felt nice to be led, and I followed willingly. His arm slipped around me
and his hand fondled my bottom cheek as we walked through the door. As we
stood by the urinal, he pulled me to him, and pressed his lips to mine. In
a second, his tongue was in my mouth. It felt better than my schoolboy
friend, this was a man, with a stubbly chin, and it was obvious that he
wanted me, a 13 year old. There was a long series of kisses, between each
he whispered "Oh you're lovely". I rested my hand on his big fat tummy as
another kiss arrived, and felt his hand sliding down inside the back of my
shorts. As it carressed my bare cheeks, his kisses got harder, with more
tongue in my mouth. I slid my hand slowly down his tummy till I felt the
waistband of his shorts.

Between kisses I heard "Do you want to play with a mans cock"? being
whispered in my ear. As the next kiss arived I pushed my hand down inside
his shorts. WOW, my fingers soon touched his manhood. It was semi-erect and
so hairy. I instinctively wrapped my fingers around it and began to wank
him. Soon he was fully erect and tugging me towards the open cubicle
door. I reluctantly pulled my hand out and was pushed inside. I turned
around to see him locking the door. He turned to face me, took me in his
arms and kissed me again.

I put my arms around him, cupping his cheeks in my hands, and pulled him
towards me, feeling his stiff cock pressing against me. At the end of a
long kiss he whipsered " Undress for me. I want to see you naked, come on
don't be shy, show me your lovely body" As stepped back slightly and pulled
my gym shirt up over my head, and felt him help me off with it. I stood
there showing off my white skinny chest, and slowly pulled my shorts
down. There I was naked except from my shoes. As I stepped out of my
shorts, he bend down to pick them up, brushing his cheek against my
cock. "Oh" I blurted out.

"Shhhh" he whispered, and reached out, taking hold of my cock, and
beginning to play with it. He got onto his knees, and took my cock in his
mouth. Heaven. As I looked down, he started to bob his head, as if wanking
me off with his lips. His hand disappeared between my legs, fondling my
little balls, then parting my cheeks and exploring for my boy-hole. As he
found it, I exploded, sending all my boy-cun deep into his mouth. It was
beautiful and seemed so normal for this old man to be on his knees, sucking
me off. Soon I was empty, and he stood up "Was that nice"? he whispered. As
I nodded he indicated for me to sit on the toilet seat.

I obeyed and as I looked up, saw him pulling down his shorts. There right
in front of me I saw his cock spring out at attention, and point straight
at me. It looked gorgeous, with a big purple head, pink shaft and so much
hair. I looked down at my hairless boy-cock, then at his with so much grey
curly hair. He stepped forward and began to rub it around my lips for a few
seconds, with his clear juice spreading across my mouth. Like a good little
boy, I parted my lips and let this old man ease his big purple helmet into
my mouth. It seemd so big, and he kept on pushing. I thought I might
choke. Then my lips felt all his grey curly hair. I knew I had all of his
manhood in my mouth, and I felt proud of myself, and looked up at him.

He was smiling down at me, and then I felt the first little thrust, then
another. I ran my hands up the back of his legs until I was cupping his
bottom cheeks, enjoying the feeling of his hips as they thrust a little
more strongly, pushing his cock in and out of my mouth. Soon we were in
harmony, my hands gripping his cheeks and pulling him to me, wanting more
and more of him in my mouth.

Suddenly I felt a few bigger thrusts,then Oh, some even bigger ones, then
his hands gripped the back of my head, pulling me even deeper onto
him. Then Oh, Oh, OH, Oh several huge thrusts and I felt his man-cum
spurting out. Powerful jets of cum hitting the back of my throat. I
swallowed at once, it tasted lovely. When he was empty, he pulled me to my
feet and kissed me full on the lips. Oh that spunky flavour was so
lovely. "Was that nice"? he whispered, I just nodded and waited for the
next kiss. After a couple of minutes, he whispered for me to get dressed
and I reached down to pick up my shorts and shirt. I glanced down the
toilet pan, it was filthy, the floor was covered in dead leaves, the whole
place was disgusting, but it didn't seem to bother me, in fact it made it
all the more exciting. "Time to go home" he whispered as he opened the
door. I slipped out and stood by the urinal. Once again he kissed me,
whispering "Same time tomorrow". I nodded
 and left, walking home quickly. I couldn't help thinking about him all
that evening and night. I didn't want to be with my school friends, just my
elderly man.

The following day I arrived in my gym kit. His bicycle was outside the
toilet, and as I entered, I saw him standing by the urinal pretending to
have a pee. He turned his head, saw it was me and slowly turned around to
show me his cock. Wow it looked gorgeous, semi-hard and with his hand
stroking it, Oh I wanted to do it. I walked forward and went into the
cubicle, turned around, put my sachel down and began to undress. I stood
totally naked, letting him look at me, before he entered and locked the
door. He pulled a tube of something from his pocket and got me to move so
that he could undress in front of me and sit down on the seat. I bent
forward and stroked his lovely cock. "Turn around and bend over" he
whispered. I obeyed and felt cold jelly being spread along between my
cheeks. "Now turn round and sit on my lap" he commanded. I slowly turned
and began to lower my bottom. His hands grabbed my cheeks and guided me
down. Facing him, I looked down and
 could see his mass of grey curly hair, then OOOhhh I felt his purple head
touch my boy-hole.

I looked up and felt his arms easing around me, pulling me to him. As his
lips met mine, I lowered myself fully onto his cock-head. At first nothing
happened, but then he whispered between kisses "Wriggle about on the end of
this old mans cock little boy, cum on wriggle about" Directly I began to
wriggle, my boy-hole started to yield. "Thats it" he sighed. I could feel
myself opening up, ready to take a cock. Suddenly there was a sharp pain. I
shuddered and stopped, then I heard him whispered "Come on just a little
more, I'm almost inside you" I wiggled a little more, the pain eased off
and I felt myself sliding down his shaft. He was certainly inside me and
soon I felt his curly hair touch my bottom cheeks. Wow, he was fully inside
me, and as I leant backwards and forwards, I could feel his helmet deep
inside me. He pulled me to him for a kiss, and I wriggled more and more,
enjoying having him inside me.

Between kisses he whispered, "Ride my cock little boy, ride it up and
down. Wank me off with your bottom". Nervously I put my feet on the floor
and lifted myself up an inch or two. It felt good, and even better when I
lowered myself down again. Again and again I raised and lowered myself, a
little further each time, until my bottom was making love to this old man.
"Do it to me little boy, do it to me, Oh don't stop. Make me cum inside
you" I carried on riding his cock, Oh it felt so good when I began the
downstroke, finally crashing onto his lap, and feeling his purple head so
deep inside me. Again and again and again, I rode him up and down, while he
pulled me to him for kiss after kiss.

Then quite suddenly, he began to thrust his hips upwards. I began to hear
lots of slapping sounds as my bottom met his hips. Then he held me tight
and whispered "I'm cuming". Three or four more big thrusts coincided with
my riding movements, and Oh, Oh, Oh, he started to moan loudly as he let it
all go, and I knew that bigspurts of cum were entering my boy-hole. I
continued to rise and fall on his cock until I felt it begain to go soft,
and then eased my self up until his cock slipped out. He had brought some
tissues, so we wiped ourselves off and flushed them away. We dressed in
silence, and opened the door. He pulled me to him, kissed me and asked "Did
you like that little boy, did you like feeling a mans cock inside you"? I
nodded. "Is it better in the mouth, or up the bum"? "I like them both sir"
I blurted out

I walked home quickly, or as quickly as my sore bottom would allow. I felt
used and abused, and it was heaven. Being made to take him in my mouth or
up my bottom, was lovely, and the filthy dirty surroundings seem to make it
even better. It was the weekend, so my bottom had time to relax, and as I
always had the flat to myself on a Saturday morning, I went into my mothers
bedroom and sat naked at her dressing table. Opening her underwear drawer,
I selected a bra, panties, stockings, suspender belt and a full length
petticoat. I slipped them on as I watched in the mirror. I liked dressing
as a woman on a Saturday morning, and taking an hour to wank myself off,
but this day I felt like a woman, a real woman, one who had felt a mans
cock in both her mouth and her bottom within the passed few days.

Monday soon came and the older boy found me and took me into a toilet
cubicle. As usual I knelt down on the toilet floor, undid his trousers,
pulled them and his underpants down and slipped his semi-hard cock into my
mouth. After some ball fondling and lip movements it soon started to get
hard. Bobbing my head up and down on a stiff cock, had become quite
normal. It didn't feel disgusting or dirty. It was a sexual act that I
wanted to perform, it felt natural to be on my knees, and I wasn't afraid
to have him cum in my mouth any more, and as I sensed his climax
approaching I cupped my hands around his bottom cheeks and pulled him to
me. It was too late for him to pull it out and Oh, Oh, Oh, I enjoyed
feeling his strong spurts of creamy teenage-boy cum in my mouth. I
swallowed, stood up and kissed him.

End of part 1