After the previous day I was ashamed and guilty as my little cock stiffened every time I thought of it. I pretended I wouldn’t, but deep down I knew I’d return
The following morning I woke up with my little 4″ cock sticking up stiffly and begging for attention. My mind immediately returned to the previous evening in the public toilet, the hard cocks, the man spunking across my little cock and hand as I masturbated furiously in front of him, naked except for my sneakers. I was hugely ashamed, felt guilty and scared about doing something ‘gay’ but also as horny as I remembered ever being. I’d jerked myself several times in bed remembering before I’d fallen asleep and as my hand slid over my stomach towards my little spike I could feel the crusted remains of the previous evenings emissions.
I spent the day in a sort of guilty haze. Out playing with friends, the weather beautiful again. The park and its stream, laying around, playing football. And through all this at the back of my mind was the man’s words, his promise to be around the toilets about 7pm. Of course I told myself there was no way I was going back and that I’d only done what I did because I’d had a few beers but it didn’t stop my boyish cock being half hard for the whole day. I left not long after 6, telling myself in my mind that I’d be home long before 7, but of course as I walked close to the toilets I decided I’d hide in the trees up the road and just see if he turned up. I crouched down in some bushes peering towards the toilets and occasionally checking my watch and gently stroking my little cock every now and then as I waited.
He arrived about 20 to 7, looking around before darting into the doorway. He was dressed like me, shorts and running shoes, his shirt removed and held in one hand. I told myself that I should go home now and yet less than a minute later I found myself walking quickly towards the toilets, my t-shirt held in front of me to hide the little bulge in my shorts. He was at the urinal he had been at yesterday, alone this time, and he looked round as he heard me come in.
“Hello there”, he said with a smile. I muttered a hello and scurried into the cubicle, overcome by shame at what I was doing. I shut the door behind me and dropped my shorts around my ankles, kneeling on the cold, damp tile floor as I took my little cock in one hand and pressed my eye to the hole in the door. He had tuned to face the cubicle, his shorts pushed around his thighs, his hard cock bobbing in my direction as he slowly stroked it. He moved closer to the door, my eyes mesmerised as he came closer and closer still until I felt him pushing on the door. I was terrified as he whispered, “Can I come in, I don’t want to get caught by anyone else who comes in”.
The pressure on the door grew as he pushed and eventually I shuffled backwards letting it open. He darted in and closed it behind him, his cock mere inches from my face. He pushed his shorts all the way off and stepped out of them so we were both equally naked. He sat down on the toilet, leaning back, his legs spread wide, his cock standing straight up, not huge, about 6 1/2″ of uncut meat, his heavy full balls hanging down, all shaved and hairless. “Stand up so I can see you” he said, and I obediently stood up, my skinny, hairless body on full display to him and looking much younger than my 14 years, my 4″ cut cock sticking straight out, the helmet red and enflamed, my own balls tiny and barely dropped.
“Mmmm, that’s a lovely cock you have”, he said, “you don’t mind if I touch it do you?” And before I could object he’d taken hold of it. It was the first time anybody else had touched me there and I gasped at the sensation as he softly stroked the underside from my balls to the head. “Here, do it to mine” he said as he took my hand and placed it on his much larger cock, his hand holding it there as he used my hand to stroke himself.
We were just getting into a nice rhythm when we heard footsteps outside heading towards the entrance. I was terrified at the idea of getting caught, but he just whispered to sit on his lap so they couldn’t see 2 pairs of feet under the door. He brought his legs together and I sat facing him, our cocks forced together. I could feel its heat against mine, pushing against me, the tip and shaft far larger than mine, pressing against my stomach. I felt his arm around my back pulling me onto him and then his hand behind my head as he leant forwards and kissed me, his mouth open, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth. I’d never been kissed like that before but did my best to respond in kind as I humped my cock against his. I heard the man who’d come in piss in the urinal finding something strangely erotic in the sound, and then heard him leave as we continued kissing and humping into each other. Eventually he leaned back.
“Do you want to come to my flat, its just around the corner. I’ve got some beer and we won’t have to worry about getting caught”, he said as he stood up as if it had already been decided and began putting his shorts on. Almost against my will I found myself doing the same and within seconds we were both stood there in our shorts, both with noticeable bulges tenting them out.
5 minutes later we were in his flat. He told me to sit while he went and grabbed beers from his fridge and passed me one before offering me a cigarette. I took it and he lit it for me, although I noticed he lit a strange looking hand rolled one for himself – I had no idea what a joint was in those days! I felt very grown up with a cigarette and a beer and my cock which had gone down during the walk here was once again hard in my shorts. I looked and his was too: he saw me looking and with a grin said he didn’t need shorts in here and, standing quickly, pulled them down and off. “Your turn”, he said and I put down the beer, put the cigarette in the ashtray and slid my own shorts down and off before kicking off my sneakers, now completely naked.
“Here”, he said, “try some of my cigarette”, passing it over. I took several puffs, surprised by the sweetness of the smoke before he took it off me. “Not too much all at once” before he took several deep puffs himself.
A shot time later, I’d finished my beer and cigarette and my head was swimming from weed. We sat facing each other, our cocks hard. I couldn’t seem to keep my hands off mine and kept stroking it gently. I know now that weed has that effect of making me insanely horny. He watched me, gauging the right moment to move things on: even as young and inexperienced as I was at 14 I had the feeling he’d done this before.
“Come with me”, he said, standing and holding out his hand. I took it and he pulled me up, leading me down the hallway and into his bedroom. I noticed he had stockings and panties on his bed but didn’t have time to think about them as he spun me round and pushed me backwards onto it. As I rolled backwards his hands grabbed my knees, spreading them apart as his head moved between my legs, his mouth enveloping my stiff little boy cock as he sucked me for the first time. I groaned and thrust upwards into his mouth, his tongue circling the head, licking the sensitive underside as he moved faster and faster. I felt one of his fingers trace my virgin arsehole, the tip pushing in slightly and I was consumed by lust, my breath coming faster and faster, moaning, my hips thrusting up as I sought to ram myself into his mouth. My hands grabbed the back of his head, pulling him onto my penis and then with a gasp I shot several spurts of my watery, boyish cum into his mouth with a groan.
Like a flash, he was suddenly on top of me, kissing me again: I could taste my own spunk in his mouth, the depravity of it making my little cock jump. His cock pushed hard against mine as he rubbed himself on me faster and faster. He moved back a little, spreading my legs wider with his hands and I felt the tip of his cock against my hole, trying to force his way in. I shrieked a little as the very tip entered me, my legs wrapped around him, feeling him thrusting as he arched his back and then he came, his cock barely in my virgin arse, spurt after spurt of his thick seamen soaking me as he pulled back slightly after the first ropes of spunk to make sure he also covered my little cock and balls, my stomach and my chest with it.
I laid on the bad in a daze, my head swimming, my hands feeling the warm, thick spunk he’d shot over my body and rubbing it across myself, loving the feeling of it. I still felt guilty and ashamed as the post-nut clarity hit, but in a strange way it just made it even hornier.
The evening seemed a bit of an anti-climax after that. I realised I had to get home as it was now after 8 and my parents would be home just after 9. He got a flannel and cleaned me up, wiping the spunk off my chest and cock and from around my hole, but as I left he said that I knew where he lived and I could come around any time, he always had beer and cigarettes and that I was welcome to come around in the morning. I said I might do but I know we both knew that I would. I had started down a path I couldn’t have imagined just 48 hours earlier and it changed the course of my life.
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