I was born in the UK in the late 1950's and I am in my mid-sixties now. I suppose I had my first interest in girls at around the ages of 9 or 10, mostly looking up their skirts at their knickers (panties). The girls liked to show off their knickers because they were told by their mothers and the female teachers that it was a naughty thing to do, and girls (and boys!) at those ages love to be naughty!

I think that I discovered masturbation by accident at around the age of 12 by rubbing my cock onto the mattress in my bed and then using my fingers to stimulate my penis until a few drops of clear 'goo' oozed out. I would always wipe these drops up with a paper towel and hide that under my pillow and I never considered tasting them.

Unfortunately, I was an only child and although I had friends, I was not close enough to share my sexual discoveries with any of them.

By the time that I reached 14 years of age I was almost 6 feet tall, shy, quite serious and a bit of a loner. During weekends and school holidays I used to ride my bicycle around the large town that we lived in, gradually increasing the range of my exploration.

One Summer afternoon, I found myself cycling through a park about 4 or 5 miles from our house. I had been through the park a few times before but never stopped there. On this occasion I had been drinking lemonade and needed to pee, so I stopped at what looked like a small 'restroom' in a quiet corner of the park. (I had passed a larger, newer restroom a couple of minutes earlier, but it seemed busy and noisy which put me off.)

I parked, locked up my bicycle and went in. The facilities were small (which is why they had built the newer restroom), with a clean concrete floor and bare brick walls. Bill, a tall man, stood at the urinal and ignored me until I stood next to him and emptied my bladder. When I had finished he was still there but I could not hear sounds of him pissing. I looked down and saw that he had what looked like a thick, long sausage in his hand. I looked up feeling guilty for staring and he was looking at me with a smile on his face.

"Like what you see, kid?" he asked me, and I dumbly nodded. "Well, if you want a proper look at it come back here at 7:00pm tomorrow. What time did I just say?"

"Seven o'clock, sir", I answered him. "Good boy", he responded. "See you tomorrow and don't be late!" Then, without another glance at me, he zipped up and left the restroom.

You might think there would be no reason for me to return, given that it was just a passing comment from a total stranger, and in America kids were taught not to even talk to strangers. But where I grew up we were taught to respect and obey adults, particularly adult males. If they told you to do something even if he was a stranger to you you would say "Yes, sir" and obey.

All the next day (it was the school summer holiday) I tried to decide if I should go back there or not. After all, I reasoned, the man did not know where I lived, so I could not get into trouble. But, at the same time, I had sort of promised him that I would be there, and I didn't want him to think that I had chickened out . Although not an aggressive person, I was the tallest player in the school rugby team with a reputation for never backing down.

In addition, there was something very compelling about his offer to show me his cock. Of course, I'd seen other boys cocks before we all did when we would pee outdoors, but his adult cock was so much bigger, and I found his manner to be very friendly and inviting. I knew that common courtesy demanded that I go, plus I was intensely interested.

I set off from my house before 6:00pm and reached the park at about 6:45. I locked up my bike and waited until 6:50 before I went into the toilets. I was partly surprised and partly disappointed to find the room empty which I should have probably expected, given that I had been waiting outside for ten minutes and nobody had gone inside. Then I began to feel foolish, falling for such a stupid trick.

I imagined Bill in a pub now having a laugh at my expense. I turned to leave but, before I could do so, the he entered the room together with a shorter man wearing glasses.

"I told you he would be here", said Bill, "That's a quid you owe me". He turned to me. "Good to see you, son. Harry here is going to stand outside to make sure that we don't get disturbed. Off you go, Harry!" With a grunt his friend left and closed the door behind him.

"Now, son what do you want to see? What have you come all this way for? I know that you aren't a local lad as I know all of the boys around here," he asked in a semi-friendly manner. I blushed and shrugged my shoulders. "Tell me or I am leaving now," said the man in a sterner voice.

At my age I didn't know the proper words to use so I just said, "Your thingy", in a whisper.

"My cock, do you mean?" he asked. I merely nodded. "Well come here, get it and take it out, boy", he ordered. I moved closer and tried to do so but, standing up and looking down I could not see what I was doing as his belly blocked my view.

He handed me a newspaper that he had been carrying under one arm. "Put this on the floor and kneel on it", he advised. I did so and found that my face was at his crotch height and that he was wearing trousers with fly buttons which I undid. He was not wearing underpants and his semi-hard cock slithered out like a snake.

"Take it in your hand and slowly wank it", he said gently. I obeyed and felt it stiffen and enlarge in my hand. He pulled his foreskin back to reveal a shiny purple head and a bead of what looked a lot like the clear fluid that I had made seeped out of the tip.

"Lick it!" he ordered. I looked up at him to check that he was being serious. It had never occurred to me that anyone would do such a thing! He put his hand on the top of my head and thrust his hips forward so that his sticky cock head kissed my lips making them sticky. I automatically licked the stickiness off and found it to be not unpleasant. He then held my head with both hands and gradually pushed the cock into my mouth, forcing my tongue down, until it touched the back of my throat causing me to choke.

I was beginning to wonder if I'd made a big mistake coming here. This was all so strange to me, and I felt pretty nervous about all that was happening.

He then withdrew until his cockhead was once against my lips. "Suck it like it was a straw and don't stop until I say so!" he barked and he started a pushing and pulling action, slowly at first and then gradually faster and deeper. Every time it hit the back of my throat, I felt that I would cough but then he would pull back and the urge to cough left me. He started panting like a runner in a race approaching the finishing line before gripping the hair on the sides of my head painfully tightly. He suddenly froze as if he was pretending to be a statue.

A few seconds later, with his cock halfway in and halfway out of my mouth, he let out a loud bellow and flooded my mouth with what felt like warm goo. Still holding my hair with one hand he gripped his cock with the other and frantically masturbated faster than I had ever done to myself, and half-a dozen further spurts or dollops of semen filled my mouth.

"Swallow it now you little bastard!" he gasped and I dutifully obeyed him as much as I could. He pulled away breathing heavily and pulled his trousers back up. "You stay there, and I will swap places with Harry - you do whatever he tells you, do you hear?"

And ten minutes later I had my second taste of cum!

That was an amazing experience for me. It was a bit scary when it happened, but it felt like kind of a rite of passage part of becoming a man. I'd never heard of anything quite like this before and wasn't sure if it was even alright to talk about it with anyone, but I knew it was very special. I decided to keep it to myself, at least for now.

The last thing that the man told me before I rode off was to be there again the next evening at 7:00pm. I wasn't sure that was a good idea but the next day I kept looking at my watch trying to work out how long it was until I should leave so I could get there by the appointed time. I told my parents that I had found a circular route that I was cycling around to get fit for the rugby season and they both encouraged me to go. My return was more out of desire than politeness. I really liked engaging in what seemed to be a very adult activity.

Just after 6:00pm the following afternoon I set off once again and arrived at the park a few minutes before 7:00pm. I took a small backpack containing a bottle of water and a hand towel to kneel on as the floor was cold concrete and quite uncomfortable. The second day was warmer than the first and I wore shorts and a tee shirt, but despite such thin clothing I was quite hot and sweaty when I walked into the toilets. This time my Bill was there waiting for me with another man, Fred.

Bill complimented me for being on time and admired my tee shirt and shorts and then told me to take the tee shirt off and kneel down. Fred went outside to "stand guard" (he would tell anyone who wanted to use the toilets that they were being cleaned and that they should use the bigger toilets instead), but people rarely disturbed us.

This time Bill undid his trousers himself as I took my top off and put the towel on the floor to kneel upon. As on the previous day, Bill held my head and vigorously fucked my mouth and throat but this time he pulled out before climaxing and wanked his semen onto my face and bare chest. Then he called out to Fred to come in and instructed me to use my fingertips to scoop the semen off my face and chest and eat it. As I obeyed, Fred was undoing his belt and trousers before stepping forwards and fucking my mouth with a cock that was hard but noticeably smaller than Bill's.

Because Fred was smaller, his cock fit all the way into my mouth without choking, and when he came, he filled my mouth with his semen. I swallowed, proud that I was doing so well in what was obviously such an adult activity. I was grateful to Bill and his friends to help a kid they didn't even know learn this important skill.

I continued to return most nights, and when Bill was there, he was always the first to cum in or on me. He would tell me what to do, such as take my top or even all my clothes off first and I always obeyed. Because his cock was so big, I was confident that whoever followed him would present less of a challenge to my jaw muscles and gag reflex. On a couple of occasions, he would cause me to retch and nearly vomit; he would apologize for that but quickly return to face-fucking me.

Sometimes there would be as many as five or six men there, always with one on guard outside. I quickly learned what would now be called multitasking wanking a cock with each hand whilst sucking upon a third. I also discovered that not all cocks or semen felt and tasted the same, although Bill's semen, like his cock, was usually the biggest load.

Because of the extra men, I found myself spending longer and longer at the toilets and I had to explain to my parents that I had extended my cycle ride to make it further and a greater challenge each evening. One evening, as I rode back home after sucking off and swallowing more creamy loads than usual, I suddenly felt nauseous and had to stop and vomit at the side of the road.

Each day I would spend at home, reading or helping my mother around the house or garden (in good weather) or occasionally with one of my friends. I was an only child, quite shy and quiet, and I had few friends. I would keep one eye on the clock, working out how long I had before I had to get on my bike to get to the park. I would feel a growing stiffness in my trousers and my mouth getting dry in anticipation as 6:00pm came closer, as that was usually the time that I would set off to do the 40-minute ride each evening. My leg muscles were getting stronger due to this daily exercise. To reduce the likelihood of me vomiting due to the daily mouthfuls of cock and cum that I was receiving, I would only eat a light lunch and no evening meal until I returned home after each day's adventures.

I discovered that I was getting a reputation amongst some of the older men who visited the park toilets. By that time, I had figured out that I was doing something not entirely socially acceptable, so it wasn't something I should let anyone else know. One evening, Bill was not at the toilets, and two new men told me that they had heard good things about me from him and wanted to see if I was as talented as they had been told. I wasn t too worried about the word being spread about me because Bill only knew my first name and that I played rugby but not where I lived.

One evening, almost a month after my first encounter with Bill, he told me that some of his friends had suggested that he teach me something new. My father was an avid reader of scientific and historical books and had always encouraged me to take every opportunity to learn new things, so I was intrigued by Bill's offer. He told me that he had been waiting for a warm evening and for when he could assemble several of his friends and that I would get my lesson the following evening.

I spent the next day in a frenzy of anticipation, wondering what Bill had in store for me and arrived especially early at the park that evening. Bill was also there early, but he told me that he was waiting for his friends to turn up; this they did, all in a group at around 7:15pm. I cannot recall the exact number, but I think it was around ten of them. The toilet building was quite small and the area around the urinals and sinks was filled by the men, who had all been in one of the local pubs that afternoon. Bill introduced me to the men - I had met some of them before but a few were new faces to me and then he told me to undress totally, which I dutifully did.

Bill then spread a large towel onto the cold concrete floor and told me to sit in the middle of it. The men then crowded around me, unzipping, and undoing their flies before pointing their cocks at me. I was wondering which of these many cocks I would be expected to suck first when Bill cried out, "Okay men, let him have it!"

Suddenly I felt as if I had been caught in a summer shower. From all sides I was sprayed with what Bill called 'golden nectar' but what I knew of as piss or pee. It splashed on my back, legs, chest, arms, head and face and my immediate instinct was to close my eyes in surprise. Bill told me to lie down on the towel as the yellow rain beat down, watching it all. Although my initial reaction was one of shock, I had to admit that it felt quite pleasant being sprayed in this way. I noticed that Bill was not participating in the pissing but was instead directing his friends where to aim. Eventually, all of the beer that the men had drunk in the pub that afternoon ran out, their bladders were empty, and they broke out into a spontaneous round of applause.

Bill then stepped forward, undoing his trousers and told me to get on my knees on the now sodden towel. I naturally obeyed and he then instructed me to open my mouth. He then directed his "golden nectar" into my waiting mouth and ordered me to swallow as much as possible. This I tried to do, but with limited success, as the other men stroked their cocks to full hardness.

When Bill's stream was exhausted, the other men stepped forward and I started sucking their cocks as much as I could. Some were too aroused to wait for the attention of my mouth and climaxed onto my piss-soaked body, but most of them delivered their semen into my mouth, what Bill used to call "the proper place".

When his friends had all emptied their cum-filled balls and left the toilets, Bill praised me for my behavior and handed me a second towel and told me to dry myself off and dress. As I cycled back home I could feel my wet hair drying and I wondered what Bill would teach me next.

When I arrived home, I had to sneak into the house and take a shower right away. The piss had dried on me, but I knew I must have smelled bad, and needed to get rid of the evidence. I rinsed my clothes out and let them dry in the bathroom, before putting them in with other clothes to be laundered.

That "piss party" in the toilets was a one-off event organized by Bill as a way of entertaining his pub buddies. There were other times Bill gave me his piss, but none were as memorable as that first time.

As September began, the nights were cooler and the prospect of returning to school became imminent, I knew that I would no longer be able to visit the park every evening. I would have homework to do every day after school and I knew that my parents would not tolerate me taking several hours off to go on a bike ride every evening. I told that to Bill and he said that he would do what he could to make my last meetings with him special.

One evening, after swallowing cum from Bill's and a couple of his friends' cocks, he told me that he had a challenge for me. He said that when I went home that evening I was to have nothing to eat and nothing the following day either and to make sure that I had emptied my bowels (he explained what that meant) before I came to the park the following day. These instructions, of course, I obeyed and wondered whether Bill was planning to arrange a record number of cocks for me to suck on.

I arrived at the toilets before Bill the following evening, nervous and excited. When Bill turned up he was accompanied by a young man, probably about 20 or 21 that I had not seen before. Bill told me to undress completely except for my sneakers, which I did. I was a little worried because we didn't have anyone outside guarding the door but Bill explained that he had placed a "Wet paint - do not enter" sign outside and that we would not be disturbed.

The young man was quiet and looked a little nervous when Bill told him to drop his trousers. He revealed a fairly small but hard penis with all of the public hair removed. Bill ordered me to stand facing one of the sinks, bend over so that my head was touching the rim and move my feet until they were shoulder-width apart.

I felt Bill's fingers rub something warm and slippery initially onto my anus and then inside my rectum, before the young man stepped forward and put his thin hands on my hips. Bill then said to him, "Do your job!" and I felt his cockhead press against my bottom entrance and then slide in. It felt a little strange but not at all painful, even when he started moving back and forth, initially slowly and then at a faster rate, as I gripped the edge of the basin and watched his face in the dirty, cracked mirror above the sink.

I didn t know how long it was maybe three or four minutes before the young man squeaked, "I'm gonna cum!" to which Bill responded, "Make sure that you spunk inside him then!!" This the young man did, before pulling out and backing away, panting rapidly.

"My turn now!" exclaimed Bill, stepping forwards to take his place. I could feel his larger cockhead nudge against my anus, lubricated with a mixture of the Vaseline that he had used earlier and the young man's semen.

Whilst the young man's cock had felt strange but not painful when it had entered me, this was not the case when it came to Bill's. The pain was intense, and I am pretty sure that I screamed loudly, but that didn t put Bill off as he slid into me, balls deep. With an encouraging "You can take it, lad!" he began fucking me as if his life depended upon his climax. I am sure that tears were running down my face as I held onto the sink for dear life as the young man stroked my hair and whispered in my ear that it would all be over soon.

He was right; after what felt like hours but which was only minutes Bill bellowed, grunted and pumped what felt like gallons of semen inside me, before slumping across my back. Bill then gently withdrew, before turning me round, standing me up, hugging me and telling me how proud he was of me.

Later, on the cycle ride home, I stood up most of the journey as my bottom was too sore and sensitive to sit on the saddle. Nevertheless, the next morning when I woke up my first thought was to wonder whether I was going to get fucked once again that evening.

Now, years later, I fully understand what was going on during that exciting but confusing time, and I am grateful to Bill and all his friends for teaching me what they did!

Special thanks to my online friend, Stanley, for inspiring this story and providing most of its content.

  To be continued . . .

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     Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)