It had been just over a week since my last visit to the cottage on the lane. During that time I had returned to college and been trying to concentrate on my studies but I had found myself becoming evermore distracted with intrusive thoughts of my experience there, visual images drifting into my consciousness of being stood semi-naked in the toilets with Colin and Tom, the two wonderful old men who has shown me pleasures I didnt believe were possible
As I sat on the edge of my bed, going through my usual morning routine of getting ready to go to college these thoughts washed over me again, accompanied this time by a powerful wave of lust. I decided at that moment that I was going to bunk off today and cycle down to the cottage to see if Colin was here, after all, he'd said he liked me and that he was there most days. He'd proven that I could trust him, and his friend Tom. It was still early, but the house was now empty. ' Fuck it ' I thought, and went back to bed to try and sleep for another hour or so.
I awoke a short time later after having a fitful light sleep, I looked at the clock by the side of my bed .....10:45. I got up and walked naked to the shower, my cock standing rigid to attention and swaying about as I walked, I liked the way it looked and stood in front of the full length mirror to admire myself. ' Hmm, not bad ' I thought, I was still slim and pale skinned, not much body hair apart from a thin light brown bush above my cock which by now was engorged, red and bouncing, my balls were quite tight and pert. I turned and looked over my shoulder at myself, trying to see my bottom, I only had a small bum and like the rest of my body, had no hair. God I wanted to wank myself off there and then but I resisted, instead heading to the shower, I wanted to be sure I was clean and fresh. I dressed quickly in T shirt and jeans but no underwear, i didnt see the point. and headed out
I arrived at the cottage about a half hour later, as i approached I was disappointed not see any cars parked there, was I to early? I locked my bike to the fence once again and walked in, the drip drip drip of the cisterns and the familiar smell greeted me. Once my eyes adjusted I could see all the cubicle doors were open, and no one at the urinal trough. I was very disappointed no one seemed to be around and wondered if I should leave, but I had been working myself for this all morning. I decided to explore some of the other cubicles as I knew they too were covered in the same sex graffiti, I walked into the second cubicle along and closed the door, once again this having no door lock.
Standing in the cubicle I looked around, there were more crude drawings on the walls and door, lots of cocks and bottoms, drawings of men being bummed from behind in stockings, a detailed drawing of a vagina, and even a dogs penis. Stories detailing mens fantasies of anal sex, or detailing recent experiences in the cottage and woods behind them, lots of adverts for sex with phone numbers or dates and times to meet. I could feel my cock grow heavy in my jeans as I read them. As my eyes adjusted more I could see yellowish stains on the walls and door, after a few moments I worked out that it had to be dried spunk on the walls, although I should have found this disgusting, I didnt. Then thats when I saw it ......
A hole in the brick diving wall between cubicle 1 and 2, it was almost big enough to get a fist through, just below the hole were multiple yellow stain trails. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as i squatted down to look through, The cubicle was empty and I could see the open door along with all the graffiti on the far wall. ' wow, this is incredible ' I thought to myself. I stood and undid my jean letting them fall to the floor and started to slowly masturbate enjoying the feeling of the cool air around my thighs, bottom and balls, I stepped towards the dividing wall and pushed my erect cock through until my tummy was against the wall and tried to imagine what it looked like from the other side, I started tensing and clenching so my cock bounced up and down as if it were waving at an unseen audience. After a few moments i withdrew it and sat on the toilet seat to read some more of the graffiti, intending to make myself cum. As I sat I noticed a small bundle on the floor by the side of me, as I looked I could see it was a pair of ladies panties on top of what looked like a magazine, instinctively I picked up the panties, they were black and lacy thong type and I could see they were very heavily stained, my mind raced wondering if a lady had been into the toilets for sex. I looked down and picked up the magazine
Immediately I saw it was a foreign porn magazine, very rare at the time and uncensored hardcore, The cover was titled Euroboys #91, and had a picture of a good looking naked teen displaying his ample erection. I was trembling as I open the cover and started to thumb through the pages, page after page of naked young men either solo or engaged in various sex acts with others, I hadnt ever seen anything as graphic as this before, i leant back on the toilet and held the mag in one hand while with the other I wanked myself, I was completely lost in lust, almost in a trance. Then something snapped me out of it quickly, I heard the door in cubicle 1 shut, and shuffling and rustling noises. I froze, barely daring to breath to loud, was it Colin? or Tom? oh god I didnt know. I heard the person pull down their trousers and sit on the toilet, then for a few seconds, silence
Sniff, Sniff Sniff....cough.
' Whats going on? ' I wondered as i looked toward the wall, as i did so I saw a foot appear under the wall tapping up and down, ' What the...?' without thinking I leant forward to peer through the hole, only to be met with the face of someone doing the same, I shot back in shock wondering what to do. Before I knew it, a hard cock came slowly through the hole, i just stared at it ..... he seemed longer than mine with a big purple helmet on full show. He just left it there, obviously waiting. I couldnt resist, I dont know how or why but i reached forward and took the cock in my hand, it felt hot and very solid, I didnt know and couldnt see who the owner was, and in a way this made me braver. I gripped the shaft tightly, just as Colin had done to me and began moving my hand back and forth, slowly at first. It was met with a sound of appreciation from the other side of the wall. ' mmmmmhhh oh yes ' in a whispered tone, i started wanking it a little quicker, occasionally rubbing my thumb over the end the same as I do to myself, he was getting wet on the end and it was lubing my thumb and hand
I dropped the porn mag and squatted in front of the hole, wanking him properly now, again in waves of lust and a trance like state, the cock was at eye level and I watched it fascinated as it began pumping back and forth through the hole and becoming wetter, I could feel it hardening further in my hand. I could hear its owner breathing more heavily and louder as the thrusts continued. ' I wonder if I should....just try a little bit....jus to see what it tastes like ' I wondered. I opened my mouth and guided his glands onto my tongue, immediately I felt how warm it was and didnt feel or taste unpleasant. I closed my lips around his glands and licked gently, I had the images of the porn magazine in my mind and pictured all the boys gleefully sucking on cocks. My mouth felt full and I could feel his glands swelling further, the thrusting through the hole was becoming frantic as was his breathing. I released his cock from my mouth just as the 1st spurt of spunk jetted out of his cock and over my shoulder, it made me jump in shock, then the 2nd spurt not as strong spat out and hit my t shirt, followed quickly by 3, 4 & 5. His cock stopped shooting and just stayed through the hole, twitching in my hand. The smell of spunk was strong in my nostrils, and I felt strangely proud that I had made a man cum. He pulled his cock back through the hole, and I heard rustling of toilet paper as he cleaned himself
Until this point, not a single word had been spoken, until ' Thanks fella ' I heard him say, as he zipped up and left the cubicle...in a bit of a rush
I sat back on the toilet, my mind fuddled, my cock raging hard and wet cum stains across my t shirt. ' WTF!!!! what have i just done ' i said to myself, almost panicked, but I'd really enjoyed it, it felt so liberating, so naughty and wrong but so freeing at the same time. I picked the magazine back up and leant back on the toilet again
*To be continued
