Date: Sun, 25 Feb 2007 01:44:25 +0000
From: jaggedhal0 lawrence <jaggedhal0@hotmail.com>
Subject: alan tries cottaging

jaggedhal0 (note the 0 is a zero not an oh)

this is a fictional story based on a friend's experience and written on his
behalf :)


Alan was a 16 year old lad, 5'8" tall, slim build but athletically fit, with
a dark mop of hair. As he cycled home after a tiring day at school,
something drew his attention to the public toilets at the base of the bridge
crossing the river. Perhaps it was a sudden need for a piss. Or perhaps,
after his afternoon sports, his hormones were in running in over-drive on
the production line. It was never easy coping with the changing rooms, being
the only gay lad as far as he was aware. So he coasted his push bike down to
the toilets and chained to an iron fence opposite.

Alan strolled in nervously through the doorway marked gents. A mixture a
stale urine and disinfectant filled the air. There were only three cubicles
and each had green vandalised and door thick with graffiti and punched or
kicked holes. The urinal was the type where you pissed up aganst a ceramic
wall with guttering running in front of your feet. As he entered he found
himself alone in there. He stood at the urinal about three quarters the way
along with feet apart. He unfastened his belt and waistband to his badly
scuffed black flannels and unzipped the fly, opening them wide so he could
slide down the elasticated waist of his white boxers with is left hand,
allowing the right hand easy access to his fully matured uncut cock.

Alan stood upright, spreading his feet further apart to avoid splashing his
dirty trainers unneccessarily. His maroon blazer hung open with a stale
aromour of teenage odour under the arms. The school badge hung sadly from
his ripped breast pocket. His white shirt, covered in grime from playtime
scuffles, was open at the top and decorated with a clumsily knotted maroon
and white tie, which hung loosened to fit over the head without being
tightened. He looked down at his cock, at the little nob of skin from which
his urine would escape. He slid the skin back down his shaft a little,
exposing the shiny glans of his nob head, before letting the foreskin return
to it's place. He wasn't ready to relieve himself of piss yet. He was hoping
he wouldn't be unaccompanied for much longer.

It wasn't too long before that hope was fullfilled. A tall broad man in his
30s came in, dressed in old black leathers. His head was shaved but he had a
longish gingery beard and tattoos round his neck. A typical biker sterotype.
He boldly entered and came and stood right next to Alan and likewise got his
cock out. He too was uncut. It didn't take Alon long to discover this. He
didn't hide the fact he was looking. So neither did he make an effort to
move, to give the supposed biker a little more elbow space.

As Alan stared at the biker's cock release its flow, Alan began to piss too.
"Oh yes" he gently moaned with closed eyes, as if at last he was able to
relieve his bursting bladder of its burden. His eyes rolled up behind closed
lids at the bliss he felt. When he open then again he allowed their focus to
homeback in on the biker's cock. He noticed it had grown and become a little
ridged. Alan's cock immediately began to respond likewise. Before he knew it
he felt the palm of a hand planted firmly on his buttocks.

Suddenly fantasy was merging with reality. Alan became awash with nerves and
guilt as alarm bells rang in his head. The hand was inside his trousers but
outside his boxers. Only the thin worn fabic seperated the caress of the
biker's rough palm and Alan's firm rump. It felt so good. The biker's other
hand came round to Alan's front, under the last streams of golden fluid.
Alan was pissing over his hand. As soon as the last drips of Alan's flow had
stopped he was pulled round to face the biker and their lips met.

Alan didn't move nor did he try to resist. He was in a state of disbelief
and longing. Half of him wanted to run saying enough was enough, but the
other half was telling him to stay as things were only just beginning. But
he also felt overpowered in the bikers firm hold and allowed himself to give
in. He opened his mouth feeling the warmth and wetness of the biker's tongue
inside, and responded by letting his own tongue meet his and wrestle. The
beard at first looked rough, but was surprisingly soft round his face and
lips. As Alan contemplated this he suddenly found himself being whisked into
a cubicle.

As if there was no time to lose, the biker pulled down his leather pants and
briefs, exposing the full view of his hairy manhood. But Alan didn't have a
moment to allow his eyes to take it all in before the biker pulled Alan's
clothes down to his ankles. Straight away the biker held a hand to Alan's
chest whilst he himself croutched down and took Alan's cock deep into his
mouth. The hot wet warmth brought Alan to an instand hard-on as the biker
went for him with all he had without a second to spare. Alarm bells rang in
Alan's head. He felt trapped. He could move or fight back. But then again he
didn't want to. He held onto the back of the biker's shaved head and pushed
himself deeper down his throat. It only took a brief moment before Alan felt
himself goint to explode. He was too out of breath to warn the biker and had
little warning himself. It all happened so quckly. Suddenly his hot cream
was spurting down the biker's gullet and he took every last drop, sucking on
Alan's nob like a hungry kid on a lollipop.

Alan felt a great wash of ecstacy crash through his entire body. His knees
buckled beneath him, but before he could fall the biker had him in his arms.
He quickly got up and turned Alan round, pushing him forward and bending him
over. Before he knew it Alan felt the biker's cock pressing into his virgin
arse. Alan's was n't ready for this and tried to straighten up. His hands
slammed into the wall behind the bowl to prevent himself falling over. Next
thing he knew a hand was plastered over his mouth and another round his
waist, pulling him back onto the biker's cock. With a sudden rip roaringly
painful jolt he was more than aware the full length and girth of the biker's
cock was inside his tight shute.

Tears filled Alan's eyes. He wasn't ready for this. After a brief pause the
biker started to pump. He was going for it. He meant business. After a few
moments Alan started to feel accustomized to the biker's thrusting cock. His
arse was slightly loosening up to it. As the thrusting continued Alan felt
not only the biker's balls banging against his own, but an unbelievable
sensation onside him as well. Could this be his g spot he had heard so much
about? Either way he was in a mixture of shear pleasure and pain. He didn't
think he could take much more of it. His little love shute was beginning to
hurt like hell. He tried screaming behind the muffling hand. Then it was all
over. The biker withdrew and was on the point of collapsing himself as if
he's just run the london marathon. He was sweating like a pig and panting
for air.

"Oh man" he goes, "That was awesome. You got a fucking tight arse, man" At
that he was pulling up his pants and trousers. "I gotta go" he said, "meet
you here again?"

Alan looked at him, tears still filling his eyes. But a big grin spread
across his face. "Hell yeah" he said, "why not?"


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