Date: Tue, 22 Jun 2021 08:07:37 +0000
From: dan.rowknot93@protonmail.com
Subject: Sublime Taboo Encounters (Gay Adult youth)

Sublime Taboo Encounters


I've heard authors describe that a story just appears in their head,
practically fully formed. Almost every sentence, every subplot. The whole
Shebang. To be honest I'd never experienced this before. Not until this
story.


This story, the character Simon just walked into my head, kicked a can
around in my brain, and said "Yeah it'll do! Hey Dan; I've got a story
for you; fancy writing it for me?" And there it was, the story in its
entirety including all the extra bits. So I hope you enjoy it.



Some of the feedback I have received on previous stories has been a
question if a story is actually based on true life events; and whilst
this is positive, (and i'm glad, because it indicates that I must be
getting it about right, and my characters are believable.) However I
maintain that all my story plots are completely fictional. But there are
some parts that come from my own real life experiences, either as an
adult or as a child.




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*****


There was a knock on the cubicle door.

"Can I come in?" A muffled, kind of quiet voice, almost a whisper,
inquired from the main area of the public toilet block, from the other
side of the cubicle door where I was sitting.


I unlocked the door and opened it. In front of me stood a boy. Like, holy
shit! A real life boy. A boy who looked no older than fourteen and I have
to admit that was me being generous! He might have only been eleven.



*****


Back in the early nineties I had secured a place on a youth training
scheme, now you'd call them a modern apprenticeship. I was learning on
the job to be an electrician. In reality that meant I was their wire
monkey. I was a light, nimble twenty one year old, perfect for climbing
into tight spaces to run the wiring for my boss to connect up at each
end. It's something I'm glad I did, without it I'm sure I would have
drifted from job to job all my adult life. The firm I had my placement
with worked all over the country; mainly wiring newly built office blocks
that were springing up at the time.


This particular day the job had gone tits up. The stock that we needed
was on a van that had broken down, on its way to us, and now everything
we needed wouldn't be delivered until the following day. We'd done all
the other jobs that we could do, but in the end there was no other
choice. At two thirty in the afternoon we downed tools and my boss gave
me the rest of the afternoon off.


So I now had a few hours on my hands to fill. I couldn't even go back
into the bed and breakfast as they had a no guests policy throughout the
day.


'Great!' I thought, kind of sarcastically 'Absolutely terrific! Now what
am I going to do?


The boss had gone off to play a round of golf.

"You don't play golf do you Dan?" It was his parting remark, but it
wasn't really like an invite, more a statement of fact. Sort of like,
well he knew I didn't play golf. He also knew I had absolutely nothing to
do for the rest of the afternoon, but didn't really want me tagging along
with him at the golf course. Not that I really knew how to play golf
anyway; even the idea seemed completely uninspiring.

"No, I'll be alright." I assured him. "I fancy a wander around the town
anyway."


I'd actually had a wander around the town the night before, after we'd
arrived, and my boss had dropped me off at the cheapest bed and breakfast
he could find. (He always booked himself into a much nicer, more
expensive hotel.)


The town had been pretty much closed for the night. Just a usual, medium
sized, English town at ten o'clock in the evening, the usual shopping
mall and a few pubs, nothing special.


I noticed it was a bit busier on that day with more people around and all
the shops were open.

I briefly considered a beer. I even stuck my head into one of the pubs,
but the four guys sitting at the bar, obviously regulars, gave me the
unwelcoming 'Don't come in here lad, this pub's not for you.' Sort of
look.


I left it. I didn't really fancy a pint anyway. I kind of had a notion of
what I was going to do. I'd found last night what I thought was the
town's cottage. This was a regular thing for me which I did at every town
we visited. I'd scoped the place out the previous evening and even from
my brief visit was certain it was. And like a moth drawn to a light bulb,
that was where I was heading.


Every town has at least one cottage, occasionally two, but mainly just
the one. (Well they did back in the nineties; nowadays most of the
cottages are either shut down or attendant controlled.) But back then,
every town had one toilet block for blokes like me; blokes who wanted an
anonymous, sexual encounter. A no strings attached, no name, no
commitment, no nothing; just an uncomplicated quick wank, or blow job;
and even for some, a quick fuck. It didn't matter. Just a random sexual
act


How this worked I never really knew, How did we know? How did I know? But
somehow, every town I visited, and given the way the firm I was an
apprentice for, travelled up and down the country; I ended up visiting a
lot of different towns. So after I'd get checked into the guest house the
firm would book me into. , my next quest was always to find the town's
cottage. I know now I wasn't the only person that would explore a town in
this manner.


I found this particular town's cottage just as it was closing. There was
a council utility van parked outside. The Council worker leaning on his
van rolling a cigarette. At least the gate was still open

"Oh I'm desperate for a piss mate." I exclaimed. "Can I go in?" I wasn't
really desperate, I just wanted to have a quick look in. The cleaner
stood by and allowed me in. "If you're still in there when I've finished
me fag I'm locking you in." He said jokingly.

I stood at the urinals and took my dick out. I just stood there, taking
in my surroundings listening to the slow dripping tap. 'Bingo.' I
thought. Somehow I just knew it was the place. I fastened up, washed my
hands and left. Making a mental note to myself to come back tomorrow; as
soon as I'd finished work.

"Thanks." I nodded to the cleaner as I left.


So no surprise to anyone, that's where I was heading. What did surprise
me, whilst on route there was discovering the town had an adult only
shop. A sex shop in other words. I'd missed it the night before on my
wanders. It was located as they always are, down a shady side alley. I
was just walking past this alleyway when the smallest of signs alerted me
to its presence. Adults only shop read the sign, with a small almost
apologetic arrow underneath it.


I went in just for a nosey really, curiosity getting the better of me.
Growing up in a small village, I hadn't come across one before. The
allure in comparison to reality was a bit disappointing. It was
predominantly hetrosexual. No gay section at all. Not that I was out yet;
well not publicly out anyway. Not even out to my parents, or to any close
friends.

It's said that the first person you ever have to come out to is yourself.
Laugh out loud. That was it. That was as far as I'd got, and even then I
wasn't a hundred percent that I wanted to fit that label.


I did buy something at the shop though. I bought three small bottles of
liquid gold, room odourisers. Shit. I even remember the price. It was
three bottles for £8.50. I'd been introduced to poppers, one night in a
club in Manchester. The nightclub had sold them behind the bar. It seemed
that night that every other person had bought a bottle, and they just
seemed to get passed between us revellers. I'd watched how others would
unscrew the cap, stuff the open bottle under their nose, and inhale. Then
a bottle was passed to me.


I'd found that they were great to dance to at the club, making the bass
line pump in your head. It was while experimenting at home I found that
they aroused me too. I'd turned my stereo off at that point, lay on my
bed, my erection throbbing wildly. I wanked off; sniffing from the bottle
at the same time. Wow! What an orgasm! A week later my Mum had found them
in my room and got rid of them; giving me the lecture of never bringing
drugs into her house ever again!


That was it. That was the last time I'd used them. I'd not seen them for
sale anywhere since. So finding them in that sex shop felt like a win. I
was excited at the prospect of using them again. I had a better place to
hide them now as well.


*********
Myself, Simon and Martin




It was around three that afternoon that I climbed the hill, to where the
toilet block stood, nearly at the top, next to the recreation ground.


WhenI entered the building the place was less dim than it was last night.
Over to my right stood the row of urinals. It had a long, frosted glass
window above it, daylight streaming in through it, giving the cool
interior a cheery light. The wash hand basin and a dryer on the wall,
next to the urinals, close to the exit, where I was standing. To the left
stood the two empty cubicles, both with the doors ajar. I took the first
one, locking the door behind me. That was a novelty in itself, actually
finding a toilet block with operational door locks was a rarity.


Anyone who has ever been cottaging knows sometimes you just have to sit
and wait, as long as you're patient; somebody would usually come in.
Normally the most you'd have to wait would be twenty minutes, thirty
absolute tops! I took what had become my custom seat when I was
cottaging; sitting down on the closed toilet seat lid.


I took a bottle of popper's out of my pocket, and using my room key I
eagerly perforated the plastic wrapper that sealed the bottle. It's
always a fiddly task to do this, but eventually I was able to press in
and unscrew the child safety cap and took my first small sniff of the
weird smelling vapour. Fresh poppers, I thought. Relaxing, remembering
the feeling of them from the first time I'd tried them. The smell almost
transported me straight back to that club, with the music blasting. I
felt the warm, slightly fuzzy feeling, as my heartbeat quickened in my
chest, heightening all my senses, and arousing me at the same time.


The toilet block was still empty. I looked around the graffiti covered
walls and door of my cubicle; I started to read some of it. A lot of it
was 'If you want your cock sucked, be here at such and such a time and
date, but they were all expired and no use to me. Spaced in between those
cock sucking date requests were stories. They were written on the wall in
various colours of permanent marker. Good, well written stories too, they
were my introduction to erotic literature, and today would be more than
likely shared on Nifty, but back then in the early nineties there was no
internet.



My eyes glanced at a single sheet of toilet paper that was being held on
the wall with a dab of dried spittle at the top. It was covering a
massive glory hole, not so much of a glory hole as an actual cock sized
hole. I gently moved the sheet to one side, and stood up. It was at
exactly the right height for me, I unfastened my trousers and took my
cock out, visually measuring it against the circumference of the hole,
and the position I'd need to stand in to be able to put it through the
hole. It would definitely fit, I thought. It might be a bit snug if I had
an erection though.



Hearing footsteps entering the toilet block, I quickly sat back down on
the toilet seat, holding my breath. You get this initial feeling of
excitement, well I did anyway. I listened as the person's footsteps,
whoever it was, crossed the floor swiftly and went into the second
cubicle, there was now only an inch of the partition wall between us. He
closed and latched his door behind him.


I waited. You always had to wait. There's always that brief period where
you never know what the guy is in there for. You had to check, I had to
wait, just to make sure. To make sure that they weren't in there to
genuinely use the toilet. I kept very quiet, and still. I was listening
for any sort of sign, trying to catch a glimpse under the partition wall.
I had a feeling this time that the guy was in there for some cock fun,
and I was right.


There was a brief interlude and then the start of a primitive sort of
communication. I heard the guy shuffling, I could tell that he was making
deliberate movements from the other side of the wall, just subtle changes
to the shadows on the toilet floor. Then there was a foot tap, and then
he gave a gentle pretend cough. The language of toilet blocks. It's like
a gay blokes mating call, just like any other mating call from any
species known.


I gave my quick double cough in return. "He-heh!" I faked. Giving my foot
a tap close to the gap under the partition almost playing footsie with
the leather shoe I could spy there. Both of our feet are almost touching
under the partition wall. I leaned forward in my seat moving my head,
trying to see the guy through the hole, but to no avail. Whoever it was
had sat purposely in such a way that they could keep their identity, and
everything else anonymous. All I could see was the opposite wall. I moved
my position slightly, trying to get a better view. That was when two
fingers appeared at the hole, resting at the lower circumference, they
moved back and forth. It's another unmistakable sign. It's an invitation.
'Come on.' it says. 'Stick your cock through the hole. I want to see it.'
It's an obvious invite.


Who was I to deny this? I moved into position and guided my semi erect
cock towards the hole, feeling a nice soft warm pair of hands, as they
gently pulled me through from the other side. I stiffened out fully as
the unknown person's hands helped manipulate me through.


'Time to heighten my experience a bit, I thought, and took another sniff
of poppers.

I felt the guy playing with my cock which was now stuck through the wall.
This is a weird one you know? It's like the ultimate cock disattachment.
You can't see the other guy, see what he looks like or what he's doing,
and he could do anything to you, even something unpleasant, and that
risk. That risk somehow changes things. It makes it more arousing. I
guess this is the same reason why some people like to be blindfolded and
tied down in sex. You get that rush of adrenaline. That loss of power and
control. This guy seemed alright though. His soft hands were very gentle,
pulling my foreskin back and forth. I sighed with pleasure, just those
simple sensations of having another person touching my dick.


As I was fully stood up, I was practically kissing the wall with my lips.
My dick shoved completely through the hole, I could feel my balls
pressing against the partition. I felt all of that, and then suddenly,
without any warning, I felt the warmest mouth engulf my glans, sucking me
deeply, and pushing all my buttons, taking me from nought to near one
hundred degrees in a couple of seconds. Unexpectedly I found myself
almost at boiling point. I knew if I didn't stop the guy fairly quickly,
I was that close, I knew I would have cum. The poppers were still hitting
my brain cells and that warm mouth. I pulled out quickly. I needed to
make the experience last longer. I took a deep breath and squeezed the
glans of my penis between my thumb and forefinger, simultaneously
thinking of Margaret Thatcher. Huh, the things you have to do to stop an
orgasm, but at least it worked.


It was time to reciprocate. I wanted to see the other guy's cock as well,
give him a little suck, well maybe at least if his cock looked nice and
clean. But really you know? Just return the favour. I sat down on the
toilet lid and put my finger in the hole, just like he'd done for me,
giving him the same sign.


I heard the guy standing up. Any second now I was expecting to see his
cock appear at the hole, my mouth salivating in anticipation. But instead
of that, I heard him pulling up his trousers, and him fastening his belt,
and then the unmistakable sound of his zip being pulled up. I knew he was
about to leave, and as if to confirm my suspicion he flushed his toilet
and unlocked his door. I heard his footsteps as he left the building.


Feeling disappointed, wishing that I hadn't stopped my orgasm. I pondered
why the guy had left. It happens sometimes. I don't know why. I guess on
occasions I've done the same thing. Like sometimes you just go into a
cottage to check it out, to see if there's anyone in there. Maybe a quick
read of the graffiti, but nol time to engage in anything else. But you
still played the ritual. So if there was someone in there you at least
got to see their cock. It was all part of the fun.


I sat there musing just fondling my dick a bit, when I heard a faint
knock at the door. It had been only twenty maybe thirty seconds since I
heard the guy leave.

Strange. I thought. I hadn't heard anyone else come back in. The other
cubicle was still empty, I could see the other door was open through the
hole. I sort of assumed that the only person it could be knocking at the
door was the guy who had just left. Maybe he hadn't really left, there
just hadn't been enough time in-between.


I stood up and started to unlock the door. 'Time to reveal what Mr
anonymous looks like.' I thought. Hoping that it was going to be somebody
fairly good looking, but ready to shut the door quickly if the person
wasn't to my taste. I know that sounds horrible, but that was the way it
was.


I was stunned to see a kid standing there. I quickly clutched my hands,
in front of me, covering my dick from his view. In that brief second I
had loads of thoughts running through my head. Like what's a kid doing
knocking on this toilet door, especially as the other cubicle is still
empty. There was an alarm bell ringing in my head. I even briefly
considered it might be a raid, kind of expecting the police to dive in
from every angle. Time froze.


"Can I come in?'' he asked. I looked down at his shoes. The same shoe I'd
spied under the wall. I realized then and there that the hot mouth that
had just been on the other side of the wall sucking my dick was actually,
this completely underage boy who was standing before me. Like shit, he
was standing there wearing trousers, shoes, shirt, with tie, and blazer,
with the school badge on its pocket. Yeah you got it; full school uniform
underage.


I stood there in stunned silence, taking in the boy's appearance. A part
of me assessing and trying to think of ways of damage limitation. I knew
I really should just pull up my trousers and get the hell out of there.
Or at least shut the friggin door. I knew I should, but I didn't


"Can I come in?" The boy repeated his question again. His voice was still
the higher pitch of a boy, but with a little husk behind it, indicating
that he was more a young teen, than child, but he still looked like a
child. The way his blazer was a little bit too big for him, like it was
recently bought for him with the express intention that he would grow
into it. If I was any judge I would put him in the first two, may three
years at secondary school. He took my silence as an invitation though,
because he just came right in, locking the door behind him.

" Nice cock mate!" He said, facing me, "Let's see it again." He casually
took hold of my hands and moved them out of the way.


You know how they say a guy thinks with his cock sometimes? Well if I'm
honest I was half thinking with my cock at that time. My first thought
was 'Shit he really is underage and I shouldn't be doing this. What the
hell do you think you're playing at?' But my second thought or should I
say my cock brain's thought was 'Yeah but like, he's already had me in
his mouth, and it was hot, like real hot, like I was about to cum hot.
And at the time you didn't even realize he was underage. It's not like
you're forcing him to do anything; I mean the kid's just locked the door
behind him.


The boy stepped forward and put his hand on my dick. I had gone soft, but
it was only a short matter of time and I responded to his touch. I saw
him smelling the air curiously.

"Can I smell poppers? He asked. "You got some?" I felt unsure whether I
should or not, but felt in my pockets just the same and pulled out the
bottle.

"Ah yeah!" The boy exclaimed excitedly. "Give us a sniff then?" I passed
him the bottle, watching as the lad expertly opened the cap and inhaled
deeply. 'So he's done them before then' I thought, with a small sense of
relief.


The boy took his blazer off and hung it up on a hook on the back of the
door, turning back to me.

"You want a sniff?" He asked, strangely offering me my own bottle back.

I still felt nervous, but aroused at the same time. I took a small sniff
and recapped the bottle, placing it back in my pocket and letting the
vapour relax me. At the same time the young boy just opened his mouth and
started sucking on my cock again.

'It's a strange one.' I thought. 'You just never know who you're going to
meet in a cottage.'


I was really getting into having the boy sucking me again, such a warm
mouth, and a part of me finding the knowledge that it was a boy, made me
fully aroused again. Part of the attraction to cottaging is that
anonymous, almost seedy risk, the fact that you're in a public space,
doing something sexual, means it's already taboo. I felt adrenaline
coursing through me, along with testosterone and the other hormones
associated with male reproduction. The risk of being caught, somehow
heightening my pleasure.

I looked down watching the boy as he sucked my cock and the way he was
bobbing his head. Looking back now, I'm sure I wasn't as sexually
advanced as this boy was, even at that time, standing there in that
cottage, let alone when I'd been that young myself.


We both froze as we heard the unmistakable sounds of another set of
footsteps, as another person approached from outside, and came into the
toilet block, their footsteps light on the tiled floor. Both of us stood
in suspended animation, like we were playing some sort of bizarre version
of musical statues. My brain groaned in frustration. The boy just kept my
dick in his mouth, but wasn't moving any. When you're in a cottage in
these circumstances you kind of stop what you're doing. There's like this
unwritten code to it. You sort of stand there quietly, wishing the new
person away.

'Have a piss, and piss off!' I thought, my dick still throbbing in the
young teens mouth. What I was not expecting and what I really didn't want
to hear was another child's voice posing a question from the other side
of the door.


"You in here Simon?" It was obvious to me from the way the boy took his
mouth off my cock and slowly stood up, that he was indeed Simon.

"Shh!' I mouthed to the boy that I now knew as Simon, putting a finger in
front of my lips at the same time. "Get rid of him.' I whispered, wafting
the back of my hand, to emphasise what I meant.

"It's okay." Simon whispered back, smiling at me mischievously. "He's my
brother."


I sort of collapsed back in a heap, back on my toilet seat, once again
clutching my hands over my privates, as I realized that Simon was
actually, just casually, opening the door. I felt like a rabbit caught in
the headlights

'Jesus!" I cussed under my breath, as the door swung inwards revealing
the sight of an even younger looking kid with jet black hair, the same
shade as his brothers. He stood there wearing grey shorts, a white short
sleeved shirt complete with school tie and trainers. A different uniform
than his brother's. It was obvious the local primary school's uniform


"I thought you might be doing this." The kid said, smirking at his
brother "Let us in then Si."

Simon moved over, holding the door open, and letting his brother duck
under his outstretched arm. He shut the door, locking it behind him.
There were now three of us in the cubicle together.


"He's ten and I'm thirteen." Simon said in his half broken voice.
Confirming that I'd guessed both their ages about right. I think I
realised then that this may well have been pre-planned by the brothers. I
couldn't be certain of course, but I think it was. I wasn't really sure
what I was feeling. It was definitely more than I'd bargained for when I
entered.


"Martin. You wanna see the size of this guy's cock!" Simon said. "It's
massive!" He looked at me. "Go on then. Show my brother your cock!" I was
still sitting on the toilet seat, my hands fully covering my privates.
"Ahh look at him. He's gone a bit shy." Simon said to his brother. "Go
on, stand up! Show my brother your cock." He said to me. It wasn't a
request it was a command.


It felt as if I was being hypnotized, like I didn't have any choice in
the matter. Sure I wasn't a complete novice with a boy, I'd experimented
with a boy a couple of years younger than myself but that was when I was
only twelve. I'd have been lying if I didn't admit to re-running those
events through my head on occasions. But dammit, I'm an adult now and not
meant to think about such things. Let alone do them.


Honestly, when I'd entered that cottage twenty minutes ago I'd just
assumed it would be either empty and I'd have just had a quiet wank,
probably reading some of the stories, and yes I admit it maybe I was more
turned on by those stories featuring underage boys, than regular adults.
(Not that I knew what that meant back then. It just seemed like it was a
part of being gay to me. After all, most of the stories on toilet walls
were about underage boys.) Or if there was somebody in there, then maybe,
an anonymous hand job, even a blow job from some old bloke. Hell, I might
have gotten lucky and met someone under thirty (Ha! Rarely!). But that
would have been it. That was all that had happened anytime in the past,
and all that I'd expected to happen that day.


But this; this was a totally different ball game.

"Go on then." Simon urged. He fixed me with another penetrating stare.
"Show, my brother, your cock!"


I didn't really see a way out of it. 'In for a penny, in for a pound.' I
thought. 'I'm probably going to end up in prison for this anyway. I've
definitely already got a ticket directly to Hell just from accepting a
blow job from a thirteen year old .'

I stood up and whilst my erection had subsided a little with the arrival
of the smaller boy, it was still over half mast. Martin took hold of it,
in his little hands, fondling me.


My dick brain totally out voted any logical sense I may have still had up
to that point. Whilst I knew this was totally illegal, on so many levels,
the tabooness of it was completely arousing me. Watching the young boy
pull my skin back, as he played with my dick. I just stiffened out fully,
back to a full erection again.


"It is big!" Martin said. "It's bigger than Sean's even!"


"You betcha." Simon replied "What do you reckon? You reckon you could
suck that one Martin?"


"Yeah! Easily!" Martin said. He bent forward, opening his mouth wide,
heading fast towards my cock.


"Hang on!" Simon pulled his brother back by his shoulder. " Not so fast,
you should try to play harder to get, than that you know? In any case, we
better take your shirt off. You know what adult men produce." He turned
his brother to the side and quickly slipped the knot on Martin's tie,
then crouching down in front of him started to unbutton his white short
sleeved school shirt, taking it off and draping it neatly across the
shoulders of his blazer, where he'd hung it.

"Naked I think bro, don't you? We don't want to get anything on your
school uniform, Mum would be bound to spot a cum stain a mile off. Better
just leave your shoes and socks on though; we don't know what's on this
floor." He added as an afterthought. He pulled his brother's school
shorts down to the floor, but left his white Danger Mouse undies in
place; Danger Mouse and Penfold, tented out by the boy's ten year old
obvious erection.


"Stiff already Martin?" Simon said, gently nudging his brother's dick
through his underpants. "You really are a dirty, little boy aren't you?
My brother's a total slut." Simon said, looking at me. He gave his
brother's tent an affectionate little squeeze, then pulled his brother's
undies down and got him to step his shoes through the leg holes of both,
leaving him standing there, almost as naked as the day he was born. "See
what I mean.' He turned Martin so he was facing me.


Martin was totally smooth. Not a hair on him, apart from the jet black
hair on his head, and his eyelashes which were fluttering above his brown
eyes. Standing side by side with his brother, they almost looked like
twins, apart from the obvious height and age difference of course.


Martin's nine centimetre dick, fully erected, sticking straight out in
front of him, at a ninety degree angle to his body. His foreskin
completely covered his glans, forming a loose band of skin at the end as
a beautiful little nozzle. All set neatly above his tight scrotum and
small balls. Simon pulled his brothers foreskin back tweaking his dick a
little


"Go on then Martin. I dare you. Let's see how you're gonna go about
sucking this stranger's massive dick then. How much do you reckon you can
get in your mouth?"


Martin looked at my cock, taking my member in his hands and sliding the
skin back. "This much" he said indicating with his finger a point no more
than two inches from the base of my cock

"You sure bro? That's a big cock. You might gag if you try to take that
much in. What do you reckon mister? You think my little bro can fit that
much of your cock in his mouth?"


I didn't answer. I looked down at where the boy's finger was. It did seem
unbelievable that any ten year old would be able to fit so much into
their small mouth.


"I'm sure." Martin replied enthusiastically before I even had time to
voice any doubts. He opened his mouth wide. I have to admit I watched
fascinated as Martin's sweet lips swooped around my cock. He retracted my
foreskin with his lips, opening his mouth obscenely wide and the sublime
taboo encounter really began.



If Simon was an expert then Martin's mouth was just professional, it was
a totally different level. He swallowed my glans without any problems or
even any hesitation on his behalf, but because his mouth was really small
there was extra pressure there that hadn't been there when Simon was
sucking me. I sort of let a groan escape me as I felt a bit more of my
cock disappear into the lads mouth.

"Give him a sniff of poppers." Simon said to me.



I shook my head. I knew I was already way beyond anything that I was
really comfy with, but still had some morals about me and encouraging a
boy so young to sniff poppers seemed like a step too far!


"Fair enough." Simon said, sensing my apprehension. "He's had'em before
though.

You want me to sort out your other end for you little bro?" Martin let
out a muffled mmm, and sort of nodded his head a bit on my dick. I was
not certain that Martin had given his full confirmation, but Simon took
it that way. He reached into his hanging blazer pocket and pulled out a
tube of KY.


"I nicked this from Boots yesterday." Simon cheekily announced,
indicating the tube. He squirted a generous dollop on to his finger and
unmistakably pushed it up his brother's rectum, rotating his finger at
the same time Martin made another "Mmuth" sound, then another, as his
brother pulled out and went straight back in with two fingers.

"I'm about to fuck you lil bro, hope you're ready?"


I watched as Simon unbuttoned his school trousers and pulled his dick
out. At last I got to see it. His dick so different from his brothers, it
was thirteen, maybe fourteen centimetres long and at least twice the
thickness. The skin was a couple of shades darker than Martin's was too;
with a couple of wispy strands of pubes above, and a set of balls the
size of large marble's hanging underneath. The other difference was that
he was cut. His purple head exposed tightly with the skin left on his
erect cock.


He coated his young teen cock in KY and lined himself up. "I'm going in
bro!" Then just pushed forward in a single movement. Martin had pulled
off my dick as his brother entered him, so was able to make a louder more
audible sound. "Uh-mm -em!" Martin's voice went as his brother hit his
sweet spot.


"Suck that stranger's cock again bro. How deep can you take him?" I felt
Martin's mouth open wide again, taking my cock deep back inside his warm
mouth, pushing further deeper down my pole. This time I was sure I could
feel Martin's epiglottis touching the head of my cock. Martin swallowed
once more and to my amazement took another inch into his mouth. I had no
idea where it went. It was like a magic trick. It must have been almost
blocking his airway. But I could feel him circular breathing through his
nose as the air flowed past my cockhead.


"Wow bro! That's further than you said you'd get." Simon said with
admiration.

"He's like a sword swallower at the circus isn't he. We watched one once
'cept of course Martin likes a more blunt, fatter object in his throat.

You're getting spit roasted Martin. You look like that pig did the other
weekend when we were at that hog roast." Simon obviously got off on
talking dirty to his brother, giving him the monologue, describing every
event that was happening to him. Although I'm certain Martin was already
feeling it for himself.


He thrust into his brother hard. Martin didn't complain but did gag a
little on me from the rebound.


"You think you could ride this stranger's big cock then Martin? You think
we should swap places" Martin pulled off my cock and looked at it again,
giving him chance to get his breath back. He nodded his head

"Yes, yeah!" He said. "I think so."


"You do? You want to try?"

"Yeah." Martin confirmed taking my cock in his hands.

"We better swap places then, and let him try" Simon gently pulled out of
his brother, allowing Martin to slowly stand up.


I was convinced now that Simon must have hypnotized me. Afterwards I
could come up with no other reason why all my self control had gone out
of the window. Here I was about to penetrate a ten year old. Let that
settle in, but that ten year old was really in heat. That was not
something I'd thought about doing whilst eating my corn flakes that
morning. Don't get me wrong though, I think I wanted to, but felt more
like I was complying to a command then free choice.


I shuffled around Martin within the tight confines of the toilet cubicle.

"Hang on." Simon said, putting his arm out and stopping me going further.
"Brothers prerogative, I don't need one." He was already reaching into
his blazer pocket, and pulled out a condom. "But you do." I remember
thinking. 'This boy has got to be in the scouts. Why else would he be so
prepared?'

"You nicked them from boots as well?" I asked.


Simon didn't answer, he just opened the packet and holding the tip,
expertly rolled the condom onto my cock. The way he proficiently rolled
it down my dick told me that I was not the first adult he had done this
to. He applied a load of the KY jelly to my now rubber sheathed, still
stiff member, rubbing it all over with his hands.


"There you go, good to go." Simon announced. "Obviously I've just been up
there so he's already lubed so you can probably you know? Just slide
right in. Just go in really slowly okay? Don't hurt him."

The last line, Simon looked at me, almost pleading. "You won't hurt him
will you? If he says it's too big, then it's too big and you'll pull
right out won't you? OK? It was the first time Simon had sounded unsure.
He looked at me for confirmation. As if he had doubts about what he was
about to put his brother through.


I nodded in agreement. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt the boy in
any way. It would be something that I'd never want to do. In some ways
this almost broke the spell. I suddenly felt really nervous, but like,
still powerless as well, I was about to enter uncharted waters. I mean I
wanted to do it. I looked at the young boys in front of me. Martin, naked
apart from his shoes, his boy erection pulsing with his heart beating.
Simon with his trousers down, his young teen cock still erect. I felt my
cock throb at the sight. Yeah I wanted to. But there? There in that
toilet block, with those two young boys? It felt really surreal to me.


"Are you lined up? Simon asked. He had moved to the front standing where
I had been a minute before. He produced a wet wipe from his pocket.
'See!' I thought, flabbergasted. 'He's totally prepared.' I watched him
clean his cock off with it so he was ready for his brother. Martin
bending forward slightly, using his hands he parted his bum cheeks for
me, so I could see his shiny, wet hole to line up with.


"Martin, if it's too big you say and he'll pull right out. Can I have
another sniff of poppers?" Simon asked. I handed him the bottle."Thanks.
You want a sniff first?" He proffered the bottle back to me. I shook my
head. I just... Well with what I was about to do, I felt it best not too.

"He's gonna need some if he's going to take that massive cock of yours up
him though." Simon said. He'd already taken the lid off and held the
bottle under his brother's left nostril, blocking his right one with his
thumb.


"Sniff." He instructed his brother. Martin inhaled deeply "And again." He
swapped the bottle over to his other nostril and Martin inhaled again.
"See I told you he's had them before.

Go on then, you can enter him now, he's ready.

Here ya are Martin. Suck my dick as that stranger enters you, it'll make
it easier right?" Martin nodded. Simon took a deep sniff of the poppers
himself, and added slight pressure to the back of Martin's neck with his
hand. I watched as Martin swallowed his brother's dick whole. "Yeah
that's right, good boy." Simon encouraged him, gently stroked his
brothers back at the same time.

"Go on then, get in, before the poppers wear off."


I looked down to where my condom, coated, cock was now wedged in Martin's
crevice, he was still holding his butt cheeks open for me. I checked I
was lined up with his hole, all I had to do was add a little pressure. I
gingerly pushed forward, feeling his hole just open around the top of my
glands and the head just slipped into him. "UhMm,uh." Martin made a
little groan of discomfort or was it pleasure? I didn't know but stopped
just the same.


"Just relax little bro, easy now." Simon murmured whilst stroking his
brothers back. "You're doing so well!

Go on, keep going. He's okay."


I put my hands on Martin's hips as Martin put his hands on his brother's;
forming a human train. I slowly started to push forward until I had a
little less than half of my cock in him, so just under four inches. It
was tight going, but I felt Martin's ass kept dilating more, the
lubrication was helping, but it was very tight, I was only entering him
no more than a millimetre at a time.


"He's okay. He likes things up his butt. Don't you Martin?" Simon said
conversely. I felt Martin nod his head, and as if to prove it he pushed
his ass further back taking my cock deeper in him. "You see he really
enjoys it. Take yesterday like, Sean sent him to school with a butt plug
up his ass. He had to sit there in class all morning with it right inside
him." Simon smirked at the memory. "Sean removed it for him when he went
home for lunch. Mind he did get twenty out of twenty on his spelling test
that morning, so must have made him concentrate even harder aye bro?"



He was well lubed up, but he was still really tight. But it also felt
like he was sucking more of me in, sort of as he added more suction on
his brother's dick, it seemed like he was sucking from both ends. He kept
arching his back as well, making another millimetre of my cock disappear
into him, until eventually I felt my balls brushing against Martin's butt
cheeks.



"Wow Martin! He's all the way in you now!" Simon said. He seemed really
impressed. "How's it feeling bro?" Martin pulled off his brother's cock
long enough to reply with one simple word. "Full!" He said, and then went
back to nursing his brother's dick.


"Sean's gonna be so stoked you know when we tell him about this?"

"Who's Sean?" I asked, it was too late for regrets but I was suddenly a
little worried about anyone getting told about this.


"He's our friend, and sometimes he gets us ready for school when Mum is
on the early shift." Simon replied simply, as though that made everything
okay. "Oh and I guess he molesters the fuck out of us at the same time.
You can fuck him a bit now he's getting more used to you. That's it, half
pull back out and then fully back in again" Simon encouraged me, as he
unscrewed the popper's bottle and gave his brother another hit, and took
another sniff himself.


"You're such a little slut Martin! Look at you here in these bogs now,
with a cock in your mouth and another up your ass hole. You're gonna make
your big brother cum soon you know? You gonna swallow my cum Martin?" He
must have nodded again, I don't know. I was too busy concentrating on my
steady rhythm.


"You are? get ready as I'm about to cum." Simon made those unmistakable
teen boy orgasmic sounds. It was a strange feeling as Simon orgasmed. I
felt Marcin swallowing his brother's load. I know this sounds strange,
but I was that deep in him, it felt like Simon's hot boy cum was spraying
over the end of my own cock, sort of us both joining in the middle.
Martin contracted his arse with each swallow. I could see the sheen of
sweat on Martin's back, his brother rubbing his shoulders. I moved my
hands off his hips and gently rubbed his lower back.


"You made your brother cum Martin, and there's none on your chin, you
didn't spill a drop, you've swallowed it all. You're a good lad, bestest
brother ever!" And that was it. Martin shoved his butt backwards,
penetrating himself as deep as possible, and that movement sent me over
the edge, I was squirting my own cum, filling the condom, deep inside the
young boy's rectum, desperately stiffening the scream I wanted to make.
"You've done it bro. You've just made the stranger cum as well.


I still can't believe you've fitted all of his cock in you, and from both
ends as well. Time to pull out now mister, slowly. He needs a bit of a
rest."

I did as I was instructed, holding the condom in place as I pulled out,
still erect, but with just a little less firmness than I had going in.
"Look at the length of that cock again Martin. How did you manage to fit
all that in you? Ya sure you're ok lil bro?" Simon asked, holding
Martin's shoulders and looking into his face. His voice showed genuine
concern. Maybe even sensing that it might have been too much for his
younger brother.


"Yeah I'm ok. It just felt really full. I'm a bit giddy now though."
Martin replied. I looked down at my cock, feeling a little guilty. I was
amazed at just how much the boy had accommodated. It looked obscene, but
looking at Martin's back in relation to the size of my cock, I must have
been almost half way up his spine, and I'd just ploughed him as well.


"It's Martin's turn to have his tingles now." Simon said. "It's only
fair. He made you feel good, right mister? He needs to feel okay again."

"Yeah sure." I agreed. "How?"


"So you're gonna suck my lil bro now." It wasn't really a request, more
of an instruction of how it was going to be. "Here Martin, jump up here!"
Simon indicated the closed toilet seat to his naked little brother. "Let
me help you up." He took his brother's hand and helped him climb slowly
up on to the bog seat. "Go on then, suck him now."


I stood in front of the young boy. I suddenly felt a little apprehensive,
or even more ashamed, just realizing how small the boy looked. His little
Willy looked shriveled, almost like it was scared and had reverted back
to being the size of a toddler's dick.

"Don't worry. He always loses his stiffie straight after he's been
fucked. It'll come back quickly when you suck him though, he needs you to
do this. It kinda makes it all ok in his head. I know that sounds strange
but that's how it is with him. He'll have had some sort of tingles when
we were fucking him. Didn't you Martin?" His brother nodded in agreement,
and held up three fingers. "See he had three tingles, but this is a
different kind of tingle. Go on! Suck him!"


I opened my mouth, taking Martin's floppy boy dick in. His brother wasn't
wrong. His dick just seemed to stiffen out within ten seconds of my lips
being round it.

"That's it. Roll his skin back with your lips, and suck him deep, take
his balls in as well" Simon instructed. "You want your big brother to
help you as well Martin?"


"Yeah! Please." Martin voice echoed in the space, as he nodded his head
in agreement


"Ah. What a polite little boy. Sure thing lil bro. I'll help." Simon
pushed alongside me standing the opposite side of the pan to where I was.
I felt Simon's arm worming its way under my chin, reaching in between his
brother's legs, and then obviously pushing a finger up his brother's arse
again, but gently this time. Undoubtedly still finding his brother's
prostate as Martin's dick gave a little throb in my mouth every time
Simon brushed against it.


"That's it. Suck him deep now. Go on add more suction, you can even graze
his purple helmet with your teeth. I know most guys would hate that, but
not my lil bro. He gets off on it. He's weird like that.

My lil slut of a brother getting serviced in such a dirty place like
this. Sean's gonna blow his nut when we tell him. Good job Mum doesn't
know how rude her boys really are, ay Martin? Take his balls in again, he
likes that. Look how he's smiling, he's getting close now. Do you want
some more poppers bro?" Martin shook his head.


I felt Martin's dick swell a little bit more in my mouth. As his brother
slowly moved his finger up and down in the boy's hole. "Come on Martin,
cum for the stranger! He's still dry of course, but he'll still enjoy
it."

I started to feel Martin's knees give way slightly. "Just support him a
bit." Simon said. "Put your hand on his bum cheek." I followed his
instructions, hearing Martin give off a stifled laugh. More like air
escaping from a tyre.


"That's it Martin. Let it go!" Martin, laughing. "It tickles! It tickles
good!" Martin said. He took hold of my hair and pushed himself deep into
my throat, giggling as he did, and then quickly pushed my head away from
his now still pulsating but overly sensitive, stiff little boy dick.


" Was that good bro? Yeah of course it was. Look at you, you're all
flushed in the face." Simon said brushing his brother's hair back off his
forehead. "Good on ya lil bro.

What time is it by the way?" He asked to me

I looked at my watch. "Five past four." I replied.


"Shit we're going to be late." He slowly lifted his brother off the bog
seat and placed him on the floor. " Come on Martin, we better get you
dressed fast!" He was already helping his brother back on with his shirt.
"Mum will be mad if we're late." He started fastening his brother's tie.


"He can never do his school tie. The little twerp comes into my room
every morning. You'd think by ten he'd be able to do it by himself by
now, but no." imitating his brother's voice. "Simon can you fasten my tie
for me? Every morning."


He handed his brother his undies and shorts. "Go on, stick them on, I'll
check if the coast is clear." Simon bent down looking under the gap under
the door while his brother put on his undies and shorts.

"Yeah it's clear." He said straightening up. Visibly checking his brother
"Perfect, Mum'll never know." He held up the brown bottle to me. "Can I
keep the poppers?"


I shrugged my shoulders. "Sure." I replied, knowing I still had another
two bottles left in my pocket.


"Thanks. We'll have some fun with these later on won't we Martin?" His
brother nodded, "Sure will." He echoed.


"Do you do this often?" I asked as Simon once again bent down and looked
under the door.


"Sometimes." He replied "Come on Martin we gotta go. "See ya now."


"Yeah. See ya mister. Thanks" Martin added. Simon unlocked the door, and
took his brother's hand "Come on Martin." And that was it. I heard the
brothers running out of the toilet block, and off up the road, leaving me
with my cock deflating in a wet condom and the door left open.


I relocked the door and pulled the condom off my limp dick, wrapping it,
along with the packet that Simon had carelessly chucked on the floor, in
toilet tissue and pocketed it. I took that away with me, and destroyed it
later. Nobody wants that sort of DNA shit left lying around even back
then in the nineties.


I was about to wash my hands and leave the block, but then I smelt my
fingers. They smelt strongly of Simon and Martin. 'No', I thought. 'I'll
save those pheromones for later.' And with that I walked out of the
toilet block too.



*************




This story is fantasy. For instance in my opening line I declare myself
to be an electrician, whereas in reality, I'm not even sure I'd trust
myself to wire a plug safely.


Is it fucked up to fantasize about things and events that you experience
as a boy or a teenager; even romanticize about them? Even if other people
would suggest you were really getting abused at the time.

You see this story is fantasy, but it was, to some point, based on my own
experience.


The reality was. I was really young when I started cottaging. Like no
older than ten. Parts of the story that's written above is based loosely
on one of my first experiences in a cottage, but to be clear I don't have
a brother and neither did I ever go cottaging with another child.


I met two blokes in a cottage once when I was no more than eleven. (I was
probably still ten.) They both stood side by side in front of me, with
their backs to a wall, both facing the toilet block entrance. Both had
their cocks out. I sucked both cocks, one after the other, back and
forth, until I made both blokes cum. The one standing on my left came in,
my mouth. I'd already learnt that if I swallowed quickly, it left less
residual taste in my mouth, than if I held the semen in my mouth and spat
it out. (A person who will remain anonymous, but who was close to my
family, was instrumental to me, in learning the ways and workings of an
adult cock, when I was an even younger boy.)


The other bloke didn't shoot in my mouth, I watched as he shot his load,
jetting his spunk about three, maybe even four feet from his cock head. I
watched and heard it land with a couple of wet splats over the tiled
toilet floor. At this point that bloke fastened his trousers and hastily
left.


The one who had shot in my mouth, took me into a cubicle and stood me on
the toilet seat lid. He sucked my dickie in exactly the same way as I
described sucking Martin's dick in this story. He fingered my arse at the
same time as I shuddered and had my dry orgasm against his tongue.


***


Around twelve I had my first experience with poppers. I was in a cottage
and a guy offered me a smell from this strange looking, small brown
bottle.


At that age, I remember being staunchly against drugs and thought that if
I so much as tried them I would become a druggie overnight, and would
mean within a week I would be injecting heroin into my vein. However the
guy who offered them to me didn't seem to be spaced out, or high like I
was expecting someone would be if they were on drugs. I could already
smell the strange vapour they were giving off as soon as he took the top
off. I watched with fascination as he held the bottle directly under each
nostril, covering the other with his thumb and inhaling deeply. He handed
me the bottle. "Do you wanna try?" He'd asked. I was really nervous, but
I didn't want to seem impolite. So I curiously and tentatively took a
small sniff from the bottle.


Writing this now, I realise how vulnerable I was actually feeling. I was
ten years old. In a public toilet block. In a locked cubicle. With an
adult, who had his back to the toilet block door; so I was trapped. He
had his cock out, I had my dick out, and he was offering me drugs! Even
though I was really apprehensive, it's no wonder I tried them.


The guy wanked me off that time. I was only just starting to wet cum at
that stage. I remember cumming harder than I had ever before in my life.
It made my little balls feel like they had been totally emptied, and felt
satisfied, my head was tingling, but my boy dick stayed erected for a
longer time than usual.



About six months later, in the same cottage, I was offered poppers again.
As I'd experienced them before this time I was less nervous about them,
so I sniffed deeper, and again really enjoyed the resulting orgasm, even
if they did make me feel a little queasy for a short time afterwards.


Before the guy left he held out the bottle in front of me. (It may even
have been the same person who offered them to me the first time.)

"Do you want em?" He'd asked, in his Brummie accent. I did. I took the
bottle from him and put it in my pocket. "You wanna keep em well hidden
from ya Mum though ay kid?" He winked at me and left the block


After that if I smelt poppers I'd always ask to use them. My tag line was
always "Can I keep the poppers?"

Most times the blokes would answer with a "Sure." And would hand me the
bottle.


By sixteen I found that the fake identification, I was using to get
served in a pub also worked in a sex shops. (Who knew?) Liquid Gold was
three bottles for £8.50 and really did become my recreational drug of
choice.


****


So I've thought about this a lot since. Like back then, from the age of
when I was ten until I was twenty one. (Age of consent law for
homosexuals in the UK was lowered from twenty one to eighteen, one month
after my twenty first birthday.) So were all those blokes I met whilst I
was cottaging all pedophilles?


I don't think so. Not necessarily. Just, maybe, by me being there, being
a willing and consenting participant. Maybe that allowed them the head
space to get around the fact that even though they must have known what
they were doing was illegal and really taboo. There was no getting away
from the fact I was totally underage, I was alway still in my school
uniform. But somehow, that they kind of felt let off the hook, because I
was there for anonymous sex, just like they were. I knew the code.


By thirteen I'd learnt that I could make money out of being in those
cottages. I mean, hey I was already going there of my own accord right?
So why not make a bit of profit on the side? It paid a shit load better
than my paper round I can tell you. So I became a rent boy, with all that
entailed. And also started to carry condoms about the same age.


This was the late eighties and HIV and AIDS was very prominent and very,
very real. It's strange looking back now, I was so vulnerable, so young,
so stupid, to even be going into those buildings, let alone actually
participating sexualy. But my main fear, my main fear was contracting HIV
or even worse it developing into AIDS and then having to explain to my
parents how I had contracted it. I guess I also felt I was more in
control, more consenting, by carrying them.


The local family planning clinic was located in the same building that
housed my town's library. You had to go through the library to get to it.
It was downstairs on the same floor as the toilets. (These weren't a
cottage, just very clean, respectable public toilets for the library
users.) Left for the toilets. Right was signposted Family Planning. I'd
kinda guessed that family planning had something to do with sex and
'accidentally' went through the wrong door. (I had the excuse that I was
looking for the toilet and had gone the wrong way if I was challenged.) I
wasn't.


There was an empty, small waiting room with a few chairs, an information
rack (It was from this rack, I learnt what poppers were about a year
after I'd already tried them.) There was a timetable on the wall saying
when it was open. (I realized from that, why the place was empty. It was
actually closed.) I'd just assumed then that the door had been left
unlocked by mistake. Later on I found it was a fire escape route and so
the door was never locked. It was also before CCTV was everywhere so you
could go there, and nobody would know you had been.


The only other bit of furniture in that room was a small coffee table
with a small pot plant on it. And just in front of the plant was a small
wicker basket, filled with little packets containing condoms and lube. It
had a sign on it. 'FREE.' It said. I helped myself, putting three packets
into my pocket and walked out of there quickly, looking around, feeling
nervous and guilty like I'd done something really wrong.

A couple of weeks later I went back and picked up some more. It became an
obvious place for me to discreetly pick them up anytime I needed them.


*****"


Late last summer 2020. Covid 19 year I escaped lockdown, and had a few
days by the seaside. I camped, cycled, did a bit of art, just generally
relaxed. Oh yes and I was working on finishing my last story which was
published on nifty; Fairy-liquid.

I write on my mobile phone, unorthodox I know, but it works for me. So I
was sitting on a bench on the promenade facing the beach, writing; and
people watching.


I observed what I thought was a Polish family, an adult Mum and Dad and
two twin girls who looked about five years old and a boy who looked about
nine. Being a boylover he was the one I was watching the most. I heard
the one who I presumed was the Mum spoke to the boy. "Mar-chin." she
said. Then a car passed so I lost the thread of the conversation. As the
family got closer I heard more. The boy Marcin, came clearly out with
this line.


"It iz big." He said. "It'z bigga dan Sean's even."


I have no idea what context this line was said in, as I said I'd lost
track of the conversation. He could have been talking about the ice cream
he was eating, a sandcastle he'd built earlier, or any other number of
things. But it was such a good line, I instantly made a note of it on my
phone. I decided then and there that I would incorporate it into my next
story. (Actually I think that line was the point that Simon 'gifted me'
the story.)


I have to be honest, on hearing that line my mind thought of a friend
called Sean. Let's say he's a 'friend with benefits.' The Sean I know has
the biggest cock I've ever seen on anybody.

'Jesus!' I thought. 'If It's bigger than Sean's then it's fucking
massive!'


The boy was cute. I made a mental note of him. Sort of a mental photo of
him, he's basically Martin in the story. Simon and Martin were initially
both going to be Eastern European, Simone and Marcin however there were
two reasons I decided against that. The first being I set the story in
the late eighties, early nineties, cottaging was regular in England at
that time. Every town had its own cottage, which were a magnet for gay
men. But at that time there were very few Eastern Europeans over here.


The second reason I couldn't get the accent right. So the brothers became
the more English Simon and Martin.

This story other than the bits I've stated is total fantasy. No boy was
harmed or even involved in any way by me writing this!

Abuse is always abuse! If this was real life I suspect both of these boys
would be profoundly psychologically damaged from it. So don't do it,
ever.


****

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