Date: Tue, 06 Apr 2021 15:17:34 +0000
From: makeaboot <makeaboot@protonmail.com>
Subject: It Started With A Gloryhole 1 (Adult/Youth)

This is the introductory part to a short series describing the fictional
adventures of twelve-year-old Tim. The word 'fictional' is important. None
of it actually happened -- it's fantasy, and anyone who has difficulty
distinguishing between fact and fantasy should seek urgent professional
help!

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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/three-men-in-a-boat/

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It Started With A Gloryhole 1 (Adult/Youth) Mb MMb

Lunchtime on Wednesday, and twelve-year-old Tim was being indecisive. The
Grammar School that he attended had a tradition of Wednesday afternoons
being devoted to sports. Usually this wasn't too much of a problem for Tim,
who had opted for cross-country running which he actually quite
enjoyed. The trouble was that the teacher in charge of that activity was
off sick so he was listed for rugby instead. He hated rugby -- how anyone
could spend an afternoon getting thumped and pummelled and rolling in mud
-- and actually enjoy it - was beyond his comprehension! The decision he
had to make was either to grin and bear it, or take the riskier option of
bunking off. He'd taken the latter option once before, and got away with it
in the confusion that none of the teachers seemed to know who was supposed
to be doing what. The downside of bunking off would be that he would miss
being able to ogle the naked bodies in the communal showers after the
activity. But still, that was a small price to pay to avoid possible injury
in a collision with a Neanderthal year-mate who probably weighed half as
much again as himself. Tim was a bit of a late developer, which was a
source of much teasing and embarrassment. He had a few virtually invisible
tiny wisps of blond hair above his dick, and none at all under his
arms. Those features he couldn't hide of course, but less obvious to his
mates was that he'd only started to ejaculate about six months previously,
and even now it was still thin and watery -- not like the thick and creamy
white stuff he had seen on his secret forays into gay porn video sites.

He made up his mind -- he would bunk off. Since it was the beginning of the
lunch break all he had to do was wander across to the other side of the
sports field, enter the small wooded area and squeeze through a gap in the
fence. Then FREEDOM! He caught the bus into town with the intention of
spending the afternoon at the cinema, but when he looked at the posters
outside he realised it was classified as '15', and there was no way he was
going to persuade the cashier that he was fifteen! He was also still in his
school uniform, so it would have been a dead giveaway! He had two hours to
kill and ended up browsing through the covered market. He bought a burger
from a stall and sat on a bench to eat it and watch the people go by.

There was a public toilet in the market which he had been to before. He
enjoyed reading the graffiti on the walls, and he thought he might pass
half an hour having a slow wank. At least you didn't have to put 20p in the
door to gain entrance like the newer single-cubicle council toilets. The
lighting was dim and they were a bit smelly. He pushed his school trousers
and underwear down to his ankles and, by standing close, he was able to
read the messages on the walls. Mostly it was the usual stuff, some of
which was quite ridiculous -- like 'My 10" dick is waiting for an arse to
fill', or '50 year old cross dresser wltm similar for make-up
practice'. One on the back of the door caught Tim's eye -- 'Any young
schoolboy wants his cock sucked be here 2 pm wednesday'. Tim looked at his
watch -- 1:55! And it was definitely Wednesday! Tim had frequently watched
videos of cocksucking and they really turned him on. He tried to imagine
how good it must feel to be sucked off -- he had even tried to do it to
himself but couldn't reach. His dick was now fully hard as he thought about
being sucked and he slowly wanked it while playing with his balls with the
other hand. It was now very nearly 2 o'clock. "It probably was meant for
last Wednesday -- or even a Wednesday 6 months ago -- or probably just a
wind-up" he thought.

He heard the outside door open and close, and the door to his adjacent
cubicle being locked. A movement caught his eye and, for the first time,
noticed a hole carved through the wooden partition. It was about three
inches in diameter and was about normal crotch height. It looked like there
was a sheet of loo paper stuck over it from the other side of the wall. As
he watched the piece of paper was suddenly whipped away and an eye appeared
at the hole! Tim immediately covered his hardon with his hands and sat down
on the toilet seat, trying to pretend he was only in there for the purpose
for which it was intended! But he couldn't resist taking a sneaky peak. To
Tim it seemed HUGE! The guy next door was standing in front of the hole
with his cock out. It was stiff and looked to be about 7" or more in
length. It was red and veiny and the foreskin slipped easily back and forth
over the wide knob as the guy slowly wanked. The guy sat down and Tim could
see him writing something on a piece of loo paper, which he then passed
through the hole, wrapped around a pen. After a few moments hesitation Tim
took it, unwrapped the paper and read 'Let me see yours now'. He passed the
pen back through and stood facing the hole with his dick on full
display. He was conscious that it was much smaller than the one the other
side of the wall, hardly more than 4 inches, but he figured that if this
man was indeed the one who had written the message on the door, he probably
wouldn't mind -- after all he had specified 'young schoolboy' and, if he
had any sense, he would realise that was exactly what Tim was -- obviously
because he was dressed in school uniform. In fact it gave Tim a strange
thrill to be exhibiting himself to this stranger. Another pause and another
note passed through. 'id luv to suck it for you'. For the first time Tim
wrote a reply, quite a short one. He simply wrote 'Where'. Another pause,
during which time Tim watched him write and wanked himself -- was he really
going to be sucked off, like he'd dreamed about? Back came the note --
'thats wot the holes for stick ur dick thru. Can u cum yet'. Tim thought
"DUH! Of course that's what the hole's for", and he felt such a dummy! He
wrote back 'yes I can cum'. A longer pause then another note, 'ok when u
cum I want it in my mouth no holding back or pulling out now put it
through'.

Tim stood and approached the hole in the wall. He was very nervous -- what
if the guy bit him? Or he might have a knife and cut it off! But he knew
that neither made much sense and anyway he was too excited by the prospect
of having his dick sucked to turn back now. Tentatively he allowed about
half an inch to pass through the hole. He felt fingers close around it and
gently pull him further through until he was pressed against the wall. His
foreskin was slid back exposing his knob -- and then he felt it! Warmth and
wetness closed around the entire four inches. He couldn't help allowing a
stifled moan escape his throat, it felt SOOO good -- ten times better than
even his wildest imagination. Then the suction, followed by a tongue
swirling round and around his sensitive knob and probing between the little
lips at the tip. His knees felt as though they would give way under him and
he reached up with both hands to grasp the top edge of the partition to
keep himself in place. Then the rhythmic sucking back and forth along it
length, just the knob held in on the upstroke. Without really realising it,
Tim began to rock his hips in time with the guy's mouth movement. Tim
wished that the partition wasn't in the way - he wanted so much to fuck
this man's mouth! The suction and the movement of the man's mouth
intensified. The pleasure was indescribable, like nothing Tim had
experienced before. He thought wanking was the best, but this was like ten
times better!

No way was this going to last much longer. Tim could feel the tension
building in his groin and his balls pulled up tighter in his scrotum. His
whole body was shaking and he clung to the top of the partition for fear of
falling. Suddenly, for just a moment, his body went rigid, then it was like
an explosion was detonated somewhere behind his balls and his body
convulsed. He could actually feel spunk shooting up through his dick and
jetting into the man's sucking mouth. He heard the man's muffled cry as he
redoubled his efforts while Tim's penis jerked and pulsed again and again.

Long after the final ejaculation of semen, Tim's dick continued to try to
force yet more, but there was none left. He was spent like no wank had ever
achieved. Gradually the man's sucking and tonguing slowed and he finally
released Tim's still stiff cock. He withdrew from the hole and sat on the
toilet to try to recover. A note was passed through: 'ty for best ever kid
u taste delicous be here again next wed same time OK?' Tim wasted no time
in replying: 'Thank you thank you thank you. I'll be here you bet' Tim
heard the man flush the toilet and leave. He rearranged his clothes and
also left the building, although his legs still felt a bit wobbly, and his
dick had a sort of dull ache -- not unpleasant at all actually. As he
walked towards his home he wondered how he was going to get away with two
bunk-off sessions two weeks running!

During the next few days Tim did his best to recall the feelings produced
by that soft warm mouth around his cock. There was a horribly embarrassing
incident when he was doing just that -- daydreaming during an English
lesson. He had a raging erection, and was unexpectedly called upon by Mr
Samuels, the English teacher, to stand and read aloud to the class. He had
not been paying attention and so was unsure what it was he was supposed to
read. Mr Samuels called him to the front of the class, and he was painfully
aware of the tent in the front of his school trousers as he made his way
between the desks. Fortunately it seemed that none of the other kids had
noticed his condition, but Mr Samuels certainly had! He stared directly at
the offending protrusion, which only seemed to make it worse for
Tim. Samuels obviously took pity on him and directed him to stand behind
the teacher's desk where his aroused state was less visible when he turned
to face the class. Somehow he managed to stumble through the reading, with
Samuels glancing periodically at the front of his trousers which showed no
sign of abatement. Again the kind teacher gave Tim a reprieve by telling
him to sit in the chair behind the desk while he asked the class questions,
in case he wanted Tim to repeat any of the passage. Eventually his erection
subsided, and Tim was allowed to resume his own desk.

When the bell rang for the end of the lesson Mr Samuels asked Tim to stay
behind for a few moments as he had something to discuss. When the rest of
the class had left Mr Samuels beckoned to Tim to come closer. In a quiet
voice he said "I noticed your predicament Tim, and had I realised it sooner
I wouldn't have put you through the potential embarrassment. I remember
myself having the same problem at your age, and I just wanted you to know
that it's nothing unusual or to feel guilty about." Tim felt his face
burning bright red, and he looked down at the floor. "Thank you Sir. And
I'm sorry I wasn't paying attention." "Off you go then -- and try to limit
your daydreaming to times when it's more appropriate," and he dropped his
voice still lower, "preferably times when you're able to do something to
relieve the situation, or even get someone to help you! I'd be very willing
to give you a helping hand Tim, if you think that would be something you'd
like. Think about it Tim, and we'll have another little chat sometime soon,
OK?" As Samuels led the boy towards the door he gave his bum an
affectionate pat, which caused Tim's erection, which had been developing
during the conversation, to spring to full attention. Tim had a lot to
think about, even before next Wednesday came around in two days time. He
liked Mr Samuels but he found it incredible that his teacher might be one
of 'those men' who they were always being warned about -- men who liked to
molest boys. And there was a big difference in letting the guy in the
toilets suck his cock through the hole in the partition, someone who he
didn't know, didn't even know what he looked like, and someone like Mr
Samuels who he saw every day at school.

Wednesday lunchtime, and Tim made his escape from school with no
problems. He wandered around the town centre while impatiently waiting for
the time for his appointment with the hole in the wall and, more
importantly, with the mouth that he hoped would be the other side of it. He
was in a state of high anticipation and arousal and carried his school bag
in front of him to try to hide the obvious evidence. He entered the loos at
five minutes to two to find a man standing at the urinal and one of the
cubicles occupied. As he entered the unoccupied cubicle the man looked over
his shoulder and smiled. He pulled down his school trousers and underwear
and sat down, hoping that the guy next door was the same one as last week,
and that the man outside would soon leave. He peeked through the hole and
saw that the guy was writing, which suggested to Tim that it was indeed his
'friend' from the previous week. He seemed to write for a long time before
pushing the note and pen through the hole. 'dont worry about him outside
hes a friend and wants to do what I did before'. Tim didn't know what to
do. He wanted so much to have his dick sucked again but was keenly aware of
the danger of two guys being involved. And the man outside had seen him and
would be able to recognise him again -- this was no longer anonymous. It
didn't occur to him that in his school uniform he would be easily
recognisable anyway. He felt trapped.

He heard quiet footsteps cross the floor outside and the door to the next
cubicle open and close. When he looked through again he could see two pairs
of legs -- one of which was already bare, and the other was quickly
uncovered as trousers and underpants were pushed down. He wasn't sure which
was sitting on the seat, but the standing man had his fist wrapped round
his dick and as Tim watched in fascination, a face leaned forward and a
mouth engulfed it. "Jesus!" Tim thought, "They're putting on a show for
me!" He couldn't help it -- he began to wank his own cock while watching
the lewd display. A pause, then another note, 'ur turn now put it
thru'. Tim stood and did as requested. Immediately there was that glorious
sensation of warmth and wetness as a mouth closed round his dick. After
about half a minute during which his cock was treated to suction and tongue
action which made Tim's knees start to tremble, the was a short pause
before the action was resumed. Tim realised that this time it felt slightly
different, although just as erotic, and it dawned on him that the men were
taking turns to suck him which turned him on even more! As before he had to
reach up and grasp the top edge of the partition to keep himself from
falling, as first one, then the other, treated him to their oral
skills. Fingers managed to worm their way through under his dick and
carefully pull his scrotum through the hole as well, and Tim's excitement
reach a new peak as he felt his balls sucked at the same time as his
cock. Tim knew that he couldn't last much longer before the inevitable
climax which he could feel building behind his balls, and he uttered a soft
moan. Briefly his cock was released and he heard a voice saying "Just let
it go. No holding back remember", before his cock was swallowed once
more. Tim wanted it to last forever, but the effects of both mouths on his
cock and balls simultaneously were so wonderful that he knew he couldn't
last much longer, and he remembered the instruction of no holding back. His
body was shaking so much that the wooden partition was rattling and he
fervently hoped that no-one else came in to hear the noise, and that of his
now constant moaning. The limited size of the hole, and the tenacious mouth
round his balls, prevented Tim from much movement, so he just hung on to
the top of the partition and surrendered to the inevitable. The tension was
concentrated somewhere behind his balls and between his thighs and he felt
it build and build as sensations of extreme pleasure coursed through his
entire genital area. Contractions started to pulse in his rectum and an
overwhelming spasm shook his whole body as his spunk flew through his cock
into the waiting and avidly sucking mouth. Followed by another and another
until long after there was none left to shoot and he was drained.

Such was the shattering experience that Tim was shuddering and sobbing
uncontrollably. His legs were unable to support his weight and his fingers
were in danger of losing their hold on the top of the partition. And those
voracious mouths continued to suck. "Stop now, please stop now. I can't
take any more" he pleaded in a hoarse whisper, and they relented. Very
carefully he withdrew his genitals back through the hole, and collapsed
onto the toilet seat, still shaking and occasionally twitching with
aftershocks. He heard one of the men leave, and another note was passed
through. 'that was even better wasnt it ring this number if u want to meet
up with us again without the wall in the way we wont hurt you or do
anything u dont want 07708 ******' Then the guy left, and Tim took a few
minutes to gain control of his quaking body, get properly dressed and exit
to the main market area.

When Tim arrived home the house was empty -- his mum wouldn't be home for
another hour and a half, and it was only her and him, as his dad had left
three years earlier and contact between them had dwindled until it ceased
completely. In his room Tim took off his school uniform to change into play
clothes. In just his underpants he rummaged in a drawer for a pair of
shorts and a T-shirt but, before putting them on, he stood in front of the
mirror on the wardrobe door and pushed his briefs down to his ankles and
kicked them off. Standing naked, apart from his socks, he looked at his
slim body. He thought he was nothing special -- just a slightly
under-developed 12 year-old. There was no spare fat anywhere, but he was
hardly buff like some of the rugby fanatics. Moving closer to the mirror he
examined the area above his dick where most of his classmates had sprouted
little bushes of pubic hair. All Tim could see though were a few very fine,
short and straight blond filaments. As he stroked them his dick began to
rise, and he consoled himself with the thought that if they were darker
they'd be more visible. He giggled to himself as he thought "I bet none of
them has had their dick sucked though, and by two guys at the same time!"
He looked closely at his now erect cock and slightly loose balls. Apart
from being a bit pinker that usual his dick seemed to look the same as
before so he assumed that there were no ill effects from having it, and his
balls, sucked nearly off his body!

He was sorely tempted to have a quick wank, but was curious to find out
what would happen if he rang that telephone number. So he sat on the edge
of his bed, still naked, and dialled. Although he'd never heard it louder
than a whisper, he recognised the voice that answered, "Hello -- Simon
here". Tim was hardly able to speak due to his nervousness. When he did it
sounded more like a croak! "Hi it's Tim .... from the market." "Well this
IS a nice surprise! I wasn't sure if you'd be brave enough to call, but I'm
really glad that you have. I guess you must have enjoyed our little session
this afternoon -- am I right Tim?" Tim nodded, then thought how stupid that
was as the guy obviously couldn't see him! So he croaked "Yes". "Well I
certainly did, and last week too, and I know that my friend Ken did
too. Very much actually Tim, and we'd both love to meet up with you again
so we could do those nice things for you again, and other stuff too,
without that wall in the way. But only stuff that you'd like Tim. Any time
you wanted to stop, or something you're not sure of, and you'd only have to
say and we'd stop I promise you. What do you say Tim?" "Yes I'd like to"
Tim stammered. "But I'd better not bunk off school again." "That's OK,
maybe we could get together at the weekend -- meet somewhere and go to my
house with Ken. How does that sound?" "Yes please!" said Tim shyly. Still
naked, and still erect, which Tim was sure that Simon would love to have
seen, the arrangements were made and, after hanging up, Tim lay back on the
bed and indulged in a nice slow wank, all the while trying to reimagine the
feel of those mouths.

(To be continued ....)