by Mark Peters
www.ponyboysplace.com
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I
grew up in a small country town in the seventies. We had
less than twenty thousand people back then -- and only
about twenty five thousand now -- and when you're gay
and living in a place like that your options can be
limited when it comes to finding people just like you. Sure,
there must have always been some gay guys about, but
finding them, or whatsmore, getting the message out
there so that they could find you, well, that was
sometimes just about impossible. It
was a tough and lonely existence, that really took its
toll on a lot of guys. I guess that for many it's still
pretty much like that these days, although if there's
one thing that the kid's these days have in their favour
it's that thing called the internet. At least nowadays
you can reach out to people a damn sight easier than our
generation could. My
first sexual experiences were with a guy in my class at
school, but that was only fleeting, just a bit of
fooling around that obviously meant way more to me than
it did to him. He would later let slip that I had sucked
him off and I suddenly became the class pariah, but
after a while things settled back down and I was able to
get on with my life. I
dated a few girls and led what would have looked like a
'normal' life on the outside, but inside I was being
torn apart. What I truly yearned for just didn't seem to
be available; well, to me at least. As
far as I was aware there were no other guys in my year
at high school who were like me, although it seemed to
be common knowledge that there were a couple of guys in
other years that were; not that I ever spoke to them or
anything. Looking back I have often wondered whether or
not they ever had any more luck than me. When
I left school I started working in one of the local
supermarkets, continued to go out with a girl my parents
liked and continued the charade. My girlfriend was a
nice girl who I had actually gone to school with, and we
fooled around often, but for some reason she wouldn't
ever let me fuck her. I could suck her tits, finger her,
lick her out, but no matter what I tried I never got my
cock inside her! Can you imagine how frustrating that is
for a seventeen or eighteen year old . . . to be so
near, and yet so far! In
the end we kind of drifted apart and she moved away to
go nursing. I could have moved as well, either with her,
or through being offered promotions and transfers with
my employer, but despite the obvious disappointments I
was still a country boy at heart and here was where I
wanted to stay. If
I had my time over again though, I don't think I would
do the same thing. Anyhow,
when my girlfriend left I was at something of a loose
end; I sure as hell wasn't getting any . . . unless you
count what my right hand was supplying . . . and I was
growing more and more frustrated with each passing
month. Then
one Christmas Eve the whole game changed. I
had been held up at work for several hours due to the
usual mad Christmas rush, with people everywhere, and by
the time we had closed up and I got out of the place it
was well into the night. We all said goodbye and wished
each other a Merry Christmas, exchanging the usual
banter as we headed for our cars, before then going our
separate ways, looking forward to having at least
Christmas Day off, but dreading the repeat rush when we
had to front up on Boxing Day. As
I headed home I found myself in dire need of a piss, so
as I drove past the local park I pulled in to the avenue
which led to the toilets, purely on impulse. I
had heard all the stories about what sometimes went on
here, but not even I ever felt desperate enough to check
it out for myself. Sure, I had called in there once or
twice, but there never seemed to be anyone around when I
was there, so to me it always seemed a waste of time. This
night, however, I was in need of a different kind of
relief, so I didn't give any thought to the possibility
of anything else happening. When
I pulled up out front I noticed that there weren't any
other cars around, so I went straight inside and stood
at the trough, pulling my cock out and splashing piss
everywhere. Apparently I had arrived just in time. Before
I had even finished though I heard the sound of
footsteps coming from outside, so I hurriedly shook off
and zipped up. When I headed toward the wash basin I met
this Aboriginal guy coming inside. He was a good four or
five inches taller than me and probably just a few years
older than me as well, but not bad looking all the same.
What
struck me was that he wasn't a typical dark-skinned guy
like most of the Aboriginals that I knew. His skin was
almost the colour of warm honey, and his features were
much finer than usual. In those few seconds from when I
first spotted him, to when we passed each other, my
opinion of him changed from one of his being not bad
looking, to being very attractive, and even though I was
the atypical blonde haired and blue eyed guy, with skin
that was almost the colour of milk, and who had never
ever considered that I could ever be sexually attracted
to anyone outside my own race (not that I thought of
myself as being racist in any way . . . that just wasn't
what I was attracted to), I quickly found myself
wondering just what this guy might look like naked. He
said, 'Hello,' and I replied with the same, but then I
hurried outside, where I climbed back into my car and
sat with my shaking hands glued to the steering wheel. I
knew that it was only a passing greeting, but just the
fact that I had bumped into someone in that place, and
at night, seemed to have me on edge. Was he there for a
piss, or something different? I
decided to sit and watch for a few minutes and sure
enough he came out about a minute later, looked my way,
then started walking around the park. For some reason he
seemed to be sticking to the shadows, almost as if he
was unwilling to be out in the open, beneath the
scattered lamps. Was this the action of an innocent
person who was only after a piss? I didn't think so. He
kept walking and shortly afterwards I seemed to lose
track of him, but then the next thing I knew was
that I saw him go back into the toilets, but not
before he paused and looked my way again. I
was truly intrigued. What was he up to? What did he
want? And why did he keep looking at me? I
finally decided I needed to know, so with shaking hands
I opened my car door and got out into the cool night
air. I was sweating like crazy and my heart was
thumping. Was I really about to do this? Was I about to
go and see if what this guy was after was . . . was me? I
locked the car and nervously started toward the
building, still unsure if I really should be doing what
it was that I was in fact doing, and before I knew it I
found myself walking inside, with the sound of my
footsteps echoing from the tiled floor. I
found him standing at the trough and when I stepped up
beside him and started fumbling with my zipper he looked
across at me and smiled. 'Hey,'
he said to me. 'Hey,'
I replied. 'New
around here are you?' 'Where?' 'Here.
Town.' 'Nah.' 'Come
here often then?' 'Nah.
Never.' He
nodded in silence, then looked down at where my hands
were and smiled once more. I could feel my hands
shaking, yet the effect it was having on my cock wasn't
what I had expected, as the movement of them shaking
seemed to be bringing it to life. 'It's
okay you know. Lots of guys come here.' 'What
for?' I asked, rather naively. 'What
do you think?' he replied, smiling, before then reaching
across and wrapping his hand around my growing cock. I
looked down at his hand, which was gently squeezing my
manhood, slowly working it into a state of excitement. 'Is
that okay with you?' he asked me in a whisper. I
nodded and gazed out the window in front of us, looking
at the large pine tree that the local council decorated
with coloured lights each year for Christmas. There was
little else I could do. 'How
about we give ourselves a little privacy?' he asked me,
then stepped back away from the trough and started to
lead me by the cock toward the cubicles. I followed him
willingly and it was only when he shut the door behind
us and locked us in that I realised what was happening.
He could have been a psycopath or anything, but his soft
touch, and my desire for sex seemed to over-ride all
common sense. I
had nothing to fear, however, as he sat himself down on
the seat and positioned me directly in front of him,
then reaching for my belt and undoing it. As my zipper
was already down it didn't take much effort for my
trousers to find their way to down around my ankles,
with my jocks also soon following, leaving my throbbing
cock sticking straight out toward him. 'That's
nice,' he whispered. I
didn't know what to say, so I said nothing. As
I looked down I saw him lean his head forward and then,
much to my surprise, he licked the end of my cock,
sending shivers right through me. He
repeated that action a few more times, as well as
circling around the head of my penis with his tongue,
which was sending me wild, then I saw him lick his lips
and slide them over the head of my cock. I felt the heat
of his mouth as he engulfed me, sliding his mouth down
as far as he could, before retreating back to the tip,
then sliding down again. 'Oh
my god,' I whispered. 'That feels fantastic.' I
think he tried to mumble something, but with my cock
shoved to the hilt into his mouth all that came out was
a garbled, incomprehensible sound. He
continued to suck on me, while at the same time I felt
the tips of his fingers start to probe between my legs
and toward my hole. I felt like I should have stopped
him, but something in my head wanted him to keep going,
wanted me to find out what was going to happen, so once
more I did nothing. Moments
later, while his mouth was still working back and forth
on my cock, I felt him probing gently at my hole, then
soon afterwards a finger slipped inside me. The
feeling was amazing and the reaction was instant . . . I
felt my cock grow even harder. As
the finger moved in and out of my hole and my cock moved
in and out of my companions mouth, the familar feelings
quickly built up inside me. My body was responding to
what was happening to it and I knew what the result
would soon be. 'I
. . . I'm . . . I'm gonna cum,' I said hoarsely. His
mouth stayed on me, then seconds later the fire within
me reached its peak and I felt the lava rising and
surging through my loins. Shot after shot of my hot
juices soon spewed from my cock, emptying into the
welcoming void that was his hungry mouth, and which he
swallowed greedily. When
he was finally satisfied that he had milked me dry he
leaned back a little and looked up at me, grinning. 'You
like that?' he asked. 'Fuck
yeah,' I answered. 'I've never felt anything like that
in my life.' It
was just then that I realised that his finger was still
inside me, still probing my hole, still sending shivers
through me, and I didn't want it to end. 'And
what about this?' he whispered, as he wiggled his finger
inside me. 'It
feels good too,' I hoarsely replied. 'You
ever been fucked?' I
shook my head. 'Ever
wanted to be fucked?' 'Yeah
. . . but . . . I . . . errr . . .' 'Ssshhh!
It's okay,' he said, before finally pulling his finger
from my hole, which I found, surprisingly, left me with
a feeling of emptiness, and desperately wanting more. That
was when he stood up in front of me, looking down on me
slightly and smiling. It felt like I was under his spell
as I gazed into the deep pools of his eyes. Up
until this point I still hadn't seen but a glimpse of
his cock, but now he took my hand and placed it on his
hard member, moving my hand beneath his in a stroking
motion. I
looked down and gasped at the sight of it. His cock was
long, at least nine inches, but what really surprised me
was that it wasn't thick at all. The realisation dawned
on me that it couldn't have been much thicker than my
index finger, and I just knew that something that was
only that thick could fit comfortably inside my hole. I
also knew that I was about to be fucked for the first
time. In fact, I was counting on it. 'So,
are you ready to be fucked?' he asked. 'Oh,
yeah,' I replied. 'You got a rubber?' 'Yeah.
I always like to be prepared,' he answered, as he fished
into a pocket and pulled out a foil packet, which I took
from him and ripped the end off it by using my teeth. 'Someone's
eager,' my honey skinned friend said. I simply grinned
at him, then rolled the condom over the end of his cock
and down the shaft, before turning around and placing my
hands against the cubicle door. Looking
back over my shoulder at him I saw him spit several
times into the palm of his hand, then rub it between the
cheeks of my arse, and around my hole, working his
finger in and out a few times, making everything nice
and moist. He then repeated the procedure, before
rubbing the liquid over his own cock. It
appeared that we were now ready. I
wasn't sure what to expect, and was a little surprised
when he placed a hand on either side of my hips and
seemed to pull them closer to him, leaving me feeling
like I was standing with my butt sticking out into the
air. His
fingers returned to my hole and I felt him push inside
me a few times once more, before he then removed them
and positioned the head of his cock at my entrance. 'Just
try and relax,' he whispered into my ear. Somewhat
nervously I managed to nod. He
was pushing forward now. Not hard, just being firm,
rocking his body back and forth. Each time he pushed
again it felt like he was going in just that little bit
further. My anus seemed to also be relaxing and
stretching just that little bit more with each thrust,
then before I knew it I felt a short sharp stab of pain,
as the head of his cock pushed past the barrier, and he
was finally inside me. 'Just
breathe,' he whispered as he held himself there in the
one position for a few moments. 'Are you okay?' 'Yeah,'
I croaked, while coming to the realisation that it
wasn't hurting at all, in fact I was feeling almost
euphoric. I was loving the feeling of having something
inside me. After
a minute or so he began moving once more . . .gently
thrusting forward just a fraction, then pulling back,
almost to where the head of his cock was about to pull
out. But then he would push back in once more, only to
rock backwards again. Each time he pushed forward he
would go just that little bit further, and it wasn't
long before I could feel his flat stomach against my
back, and his hips coming up against the cheeks of my
arse. The
feeling of being completely filled by this honey-skinned
beauty was fucking amazing! 'That's
all the way in,' I heard him whisper, before then
beginning to kiss my neck and then nibble on my ear. 'Just
fuck me!' I demanded, urgently seeking more of the
sensations that had been aroused inside me. I wanted to
enjoy the full experience. I needed to have that full
experience. 'As
you wish,' my companion whispered once more. I wasn't
sure why he was being so quiet about it all, but for
some reason I was wishing that he wouldn't take it so
gently, I was wanting him to unleash the beast that I
was hoping was within him. I
glanced back over my shoulder at his smiling face. 'Are
you ready for it now?' 'Just
give it to me. I want to feel you thrusting in and out
of me.' 'Then
that's what you'll get,' he said. No whispers this time. I
reached up and took a hold of the top of the door, to
brace myself, and as I did that he placed his hands over
the top of mine and nuzzled his face in close to mine,
nibbling on my ear and my neck, which itself was sending
a tingling sensation through my body. Then he pulled his
hips back and thrust himself forward again, brutally
burying himself all the way inside me once more. 'Hows
that?' he growled into my ear. 'Do
it again.' He
chuckled to himself and repeated the action, not once,
but many times, going hard and fast and deep. As
he worked my arse he began to grunt. I could also hear
myself beginning to moan, and before long the sounds of
our fucking filled the room. The
other thing that happened was that I realised I was now
as hard as a rock. As my body rocked in unison with his,
I could feel my cock slapping against my stomach and the
sensation that that was giving me was starting to drive
me wild. Never before had I felt what I was feeling
right at this moment. I was in heaven. I
don't know how long it was that he was plowing me for,
his cock filling me to the hilt, then being drawn back
almost to the edge again, before being plunged back into
me, but it was almost as if I zoned out for a while
there, with my eyes closed and my head tilted back. When
I opened my eyes again I found myself staring up into
the face of someone looking over the top of the cubicle
. . . and it was someone I knew . . . the retired
principal of my old high school. We'd always thought he
was a dirty old fuck. He
winked at me and smiled when he noticed me staring at
him, but at this stage I was beyond caring who saw, or
heard me. With this incredible cock inside me I was in
another world all together. It seemed to be turning me
on even more, so I smiled back at him and let him enjoy
the show. By
this time I could feel my cock leaking pre-cum, which
kind of surprised me, as with my hands being held in
place I hadn't even touched myself. My cock was
throbbing and I could feel my balls drawn up close to my
body. This was another new sensation. 'I'm
getting close,' I heard my companion growl, while I also
felt his cock throbbing inside me. He pulled my hands
from the door frame and wrapped his arms around me,
tilting my body backwards and almost lifting me off the
floor. 'Gnnhhhh
. . . gnnhhh . . . gnnhhh,' he grunted into my ear,
while giving some hard and sharp thrusts, as if trying
to impale me just that little bit further, then all of a
sudden his body went rigid. The only part of him that I
could feel was moving was the 'thump, thump' of his
heart, and the throbbing of his cock as he emptied
himself inside me. That
was, apparently, just too much for me to handle, as the
fire started rising from deep in my loins. It was a
familiar feeling, but never one I had experienced
without even having placed a hand on myself. Was
this possible? I wondered. Can a guy actually cum
without being touched? Within
seconds I had my answer, as my own throbbing cock let
loose with the biggest cum shot I had ever seen,
splattering the back of the cubicle door with rope after
rope of the precious fluid. 'Aaaarrgghhh
. . .' I yelled out, still quite unable to fully
comprehend what was happening. That was when a hand
dropped down onto my manhood and began stroking me,
milking me of the last few drops. When
it was over I slumped back against my friend, my legs
feeling like jelly, and my heart racing. 'Did
. . . did that actually just happen?' I heard myself
asking. 'You
better believe it, gorgeous,' he whispered into my ear,
while still holding me tight. Momentarily
I managed to recover enough to stand up on my own two
feet, and as I did so his cock slipped out, making a
'pop' sound. We both giggled. I
turned around to face him, just as he pulled off the
condom he was wearing, then holding it up and proudly
displaying a great wad of cum in the end of it. 'So,
how was your first fuck?' he asked. 'The
best fuck I've ever had . . . or ever likely to have!
That was fucking amazing!' 'Glad
that I could be of service,' my honey skinned friend
said, before dropping the rubber in the toilet bowl and
then wiping himself off with some paper. I
glanced up to see if the old perv was still there, but
thankfully he had gone, so then I cleaned myself up as
well. 'Thanks
for that,' my friend said to me as he zipped himself up.
'Maybe we can do it again some time?' 'I
think I'd like that,' I answered, then after leaning
forward and kissing me he unlocked the door, said 'Merry
Christmas', and disappeared into the night. I
only ever saw him once more after that. It was a few
weeks later when we bumped into each other downtown. He
was with some other people and at first I thought he was
going to ignore me, but at the last moment he turned and
winked at me. After
that he seemed to disappear, but I never stopped looking
for him. And
as for me, well, let's just say that it wasn't the first
time I was fucked in that park. I soon learned to love
cocks of all sizes and shapes . . . and colours . . .
but there will always be one in particular that I fondly
recall each and every Christmas Eve.
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