By the age of fourteen I was already actively gay.
My slender smooth figure and girly looks meant I was popular, particularly with older guys. This was fine by me, as that’s what turned me on. I loved being told what to do by big hairy guys, old enough to be my father.
I had a taste for cock and wanted more, so one summer’s day I decided to find some.
I had heard that a public toilet in the town was used by men for cottaging and had already been there a couple of times in the hope of meeting someone. So far i’d had no luck but had read the messages scrawled on the walls of the cubicles. Apparently there were a lot of men looking for gay sex and I couldn’t wait to get in on the act.
This day was going to be it. I was determined.
I felt incredibly horny as I walked through the town, my stomach doing nervous sommersaults as I thought about what may happen. Although it was nearly four o’clock the sun was still hot, so I unbuttoned another button on my school shirt. The school uniform rules were relaxed in summer, so all I was wearing was a light cotton shirt and slim fitting grey trousers, my bag hanging over one shoulder. I had been told before that my uniform was a turn on so I was hoping it would help today.
The toilets were on the edge of a car park behind one of the main streets in the town centre, so I made my way between the parked cars. It was about half full with just a few people around, making their way to and from their cars. I took a deep breath as I reached the door and walked in.
There was nobody there. I walked over to the urinal and stood at one end. It was the type that’s all one long urinal, with just a wall of brushed metal in front of you. My dick was only small but right now it was about as hard as it could get and I wasn’t sure what to do. I had thought I was going to stand and pretend to pee for a while until somone came in but I wasn’t sure this was such a good idea when I had an erection. I thought for a moment and decided as i’d already come this far I couldn’t back track now. Besides, even when fully erect I was still short of four inches and it wasn’t very thick so I could probably conceal the fact it was hard with my hand and clothes.
I pulled my flies down and and freed my little dick from my underwear. It may have been small but it was rock hard so with a quick glance over each shoulder I started to squeeze it and slowly stroke it. That would have felt good any time but knowing that anyone could walk in at any moment added a new thrill that was making me tremble. I stopped stroking when I felt I was getting too excited and took some deep breaths to avoid cumming.
I can only have been there for a little over five minutes when a man walked in.
He was probably in his mid forties, with wiry dark hair flecked with grey and hard green eyes. He was tall, more than a foot taller than me, and stocky. His clean shaven face looked hard and serious.
The man glanced at me as I looked round at him and we made eye contact for a second before he stood about three feet to my right and reached for his flies. I had made the pretence of turning back to face the wall in front of me but I hadn’t quite turned all the way back and was watching out the corner of my eye. I felt a thrill as his big hairy fingers pulled down the zip and pulled out his cock. This was a real man’s cock, nothing like mine. Although it was soft it was a good four inches long and nearly twice as thick as mine, the purple bell end just peeping out from the foreskin. his certainly wasn’t the largest cock i’d seen but it was just what i’d been hoping to find.
Without realising I had gradually turned my head a bit more towards him to get a good view and he suddenly turned his head to look at me.
Suddenly I was scared. Not of him, but scared that maybe he was going to call the police or even worse my mother. He still had the same stony look on his face, as we both stood dick in hand looking at each other. I did the only thing I could think of.
I smiled.
For a second nothing happened and then the mans face twitched a couple of quick nervous smiles back at me. “What are you doing here boy?” he asked, looking me up and down “I’m looking for fun” I whispered with another sweet smile. Again the man paused for a few seconds before looking over at the door, seeing noone and then side stepping towards me until we stood side by side. I looked down and saw his cock had grown in the last few seconds, now easily six inches and thicker the before. “Do you like it?” asked the man, “Oh yeah!” I whispered back to him. This time there was no delay, he just grabbed my arm and said “come with me” and pulled me quite roughly to the cubicle farthest from the door. My stomach was tied in knots as he pushed me in, followed then locked the door behind us.
He pushed down on my shoulders and sat me on the toilet, then stood and stared at me, his now fully erect dick pointing at me through his flies. He looked even more serious than he had earlier. “How old are you?” “16” I snapped. He stared for a moment and the repeated “How old are you?”. I wasn’t sure whether to tell the truth or stick to my lie, “Why?” I asked. The man bent his knees and leaned forward until his face was just a few inches in front of mine “Because I want to know how young my boys are before they suck my cock” he hissed through gritted teeth. I liked older men to dominate me but now this was something different. He really was in complete control.
“I’m fourteen”.
He continued staring at my face as he straightened up again “That’s better. Why did you lie?”
I looked up at him pleadingly “I’m sorry, I didn’t think you’d want me if I told you the truth”.
Now the man really smiled “How could I not want a sexy little cocksucker like you? I love my sexy little girly boys and you’re very sexy and very girly. Just look at the effect you have.” With that he undid his belt, unbuttoned his trousers and slid them down to his thighs, taking his underpants with them. His dick was about eight inches long and pointed slightly up. He’d pulled back the foreskin to reveal a shiny fat purple bell and the veins running up the thick shaft were aslmost the same colour. His balls were large and hung quite low, both they and the base of his cock covered in thick wiry dark pubes.
“What do you want to do with it?” he asked. I looked from his angry fat cock to his face “Suck it” I whispered.
“You want to do what?”
“Suck it” I again replied, but a little louder. I didn’t expect what happened next. He drew back his hand and slapped my face. For moment I was stunned, noone had done that to me before and I didn’t know what to do or say.
“Now tell me what you want to do with my fat hard cock you stupid little cunt and make it good”.
I looked up at him, now equally turned on and scared.
“I want to suck on your big fat hard cock and play with your balls, take it all the way in and gag on it”.
He considered this “Good, that’s better. Now do it.”
He grabbed hold of my head with both hands and shoved his cock in my mouth. This was what I wanted but it still took me by surprise and I choked. He pulled out and slapped my face again “Don’t make me…”
I opened my mouth wide and he shoved it in again, filling my mouth with hot meat, slowly pushing and pulling my head back and forth. With my lips rolled over my teeth I carefully clamped my mouth around his throbbing cock and sucked. All the time he was whispering “That’s it…you dirty little bastard…you dirty little cunt…take my cock like a good little slut.”
He started to rock my head faster and pushing deeper, the swollen head of his cock trying to get into my throat. I gagged a little but tried to control it and carried on sucking.
“You like that, don’t you?”. I tried to answer, but all I could manage was a muffled “uh-huh” and a slight nodding of my head.
“Yeah, of course you do. That what slutty little girly boys like you are good for, isn’t it?”
“uh-huh”
“All you’re good for is being a whore for real men like me, you dirty little queer cunt. Well see if you like this” and immediately he slammed my head on his cock and thrust into my throat, holding it there as my muscles involunatrily convulsed around his engorged bell end. Even now, as I fought for breath as he abused me, I was loving it. My nose was pushed into his pubes and his balls had slapped my chin when thrust his cock in my mouth. It was all I could taste, smell and feel. After what seemed an eternity he pulled out and I gasped for breath.
He muttered “I’m not done”, lifted my head in his hands and thrust into my mouth again. This time he didn’t hold it in my throat, instead he fucked my face hard and fast, bouncing my head back and forth with his hands. His big hairy balls bounced violently on my chin as he thrust into my throat, my mouth stretched wide and my tongue writhing on his thick hot shaft. I felt it start to throb and swell.
“Now you’re gonna get it…slut…you dirty little cocksucking slut…here it comes you cunt”
He strengthened his grip on my head and bucked his hips even faster.
“Don’t you dare spill a drop” he hissed and then he came.
As he shot his first hot spurt he pulled my head down, his cum hitting the back of my tongue and then being pushed into my throat by his fat pulsating bell end. The second shot went straight down my throat and he slowly started to pull back until my lips were just wrapped around the head.
“You want to taste?”
I rolled my eyes up to see him grinning down at me and he shot another load, this time covering my tongue. His hot salty spunk tasted fantastic, somehow sweet and savoury and he had a lot of it. He began slowly sliding back and forth in my mouth and shot two or three more spurts as I gently massaged his his heavy balls.
“You liked that, didn’t you boy?”
I again rolled my eyes up to look at him and nodded as I continued sucking and swallowing his hot sticky load.
I rolled my tongue around his now softening veiny cock and slowly rocked back and forth, his hands now on my slender shoulders.
“You’re a good boy” he softly whispered, “very good. D’you want to do it again?”
He leaned back a little and took his cock out my mouth. I looked up “Yes please” I said and smiled. He leaned forward so his mouth was by my ear, I felt his breath when he spoke in a hushed tone “Do you like being fucked?”
“Oh yeah” I whispered in reply.
“Good. Same time next week”
With that he pulled up his trousers, fastened them, unlocked the door and left without another word.
He had left the door open so I locked it again and sat back down on the toilet seat. All I could taste was cock and cum. My lips, chin and chest were covered in my drool, some of it on my half open cotton shirt, no longer crisp and fresh. My cheek tingled where he had slapped me and both my neck and throat were sore, one from being rocked so aggressively and the other from being filled with cock. I was still feeling horny and my little dick was dripping pre-cum, so it didn’t take long for me to finish myself off as I replayed in my head what had just happened.
I returned the following week and was glad that I did.
I continued meeting ‘Tony’ (as he later told me to call him) for a number of years and in fact still do, most recently at christmas in 2009, but I think the first time will probably always be the best!

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