Went Looking

By Ant Boy

Published on Nov 1, 2023

Gay

Went Looking A homoerotic tale, not for the faint of heart, by Ant-boy@hotmail.co.uk [Watersports, S&M, group]

Chapter One

I suppose I asked for it really, in fact to tell the truth went out looking for it. I just hadn't actually expected to find so much. I don't pretend to have been a virgin before that night, after all I'd messed around with a boy at school and a couple more at college and learnt the pleasure of taking a nice firm warm cock in hand or either end not to mention the enjoyment of a good hard blowjob. But I was in truth somewhat inexperienced and the thought of expanding my horizons plus the warm weather and a porn tape I'd been loaned took me out that evening after work.

I'd discovered the public toilet at the far side of the playing fields just where the woods began a week or two after moving to my flat while out for a run in the early evening and read the little notes scrawled on the walls that led to a natural result with me in a dirty cubicle, my shorts round my ankles and one hand against the wall while the other rapidly worked back and forth on my engorged cock.

It was addictive and before I knew it I would direct my run that way every two or three nights, read what was new before walking myself into a cubicle to take myself in hand. Then one evening I jogged in without thinking pulling my singlet over my head as I did so to discover a middle aged man already standing at the urinal. It startled me, I'd never seen anybody in these toilets before, in fact thought they were almost disused with the new block by the car park and without thinking took myself straight into a cubicle.

Standing there, listening for the sound of him leaving I looked down and could see where somebody had pissed all over the toilet seat which just made my straining cock get harder inside the little running shorts and I pulled them down to allow it room to spring out. I couldn't help it, my hand went down to wipe the seat and then wrap itself round my cock.

'That's nice and dirty,' said a voice behind me. In my rush I'd forgotten the door couldn't be fastened. 'Would you like some more?'

Swinging around in embarrassment I found the stranger from the urinal standing in the doorway. He was about forty, wearing dirty jeans and a check shirt but what took my eye straight away was the large red cock he was playing with as it jutted through his open zip. I never thought to protest or pull my shorts up just backed up to the toilet bowl and sat down on its wet surface, all the time with my eyes jumping from his cock to his face and back again.

The feeling of that dirty wet toilet seat against my bare arse,the knowledge he knew what I'd been up to and was now sitting on, that cock of his now almost level with my face, the fact that a perfect stranger twice my age was gazing at my naked body made my balls tighten and my cock ache. This was a real man, not the males of my own age I'd played with occasionally before and he might want to do dirty things to me.

'How old are you?'

I was always getting this. I couldn't help being only five foot nine with a slim build and my fairish hair and smooth complexion meant little body hair to show. At least my seven inch cock made up for it.

'20,' I answered him.

'Well you don't look it but I'll believe you. Anyway, I need to piss. You got any problem with that?'

'No Sir!' I couldn't believe it. Surely he didn't mean what I thought he did. I sat back against the wall my eyes on his cock as he aimed it at my groin and let Niagara flow. I'd never known a piss stream like it,my waist and legs were soaked in a second and all I could think about was the waste as I fed my hands into the stream and brought them up to wipe over my face. He obliged me by aiming the hot stream higher over my chest and then, when I didn't object, up to my face, rinsing out my open mouth and soaking my hair. I was in heaven, I'd been sure piss play was my own little dirty secret. How was it he knew my dirty little secrets, right then I didn't care, I was soaked from head to foot and ready for more.

S the stream finally faltered he moved closer, holding his big thick cock aimed at my my face. 'You going to suck this boy?'

'If you make me Sir. I've not had much experience.'

He made me! One hand grabbed my wet hair and the other slaped back and forth across my face a couple of times, then the head of his cock was slowly pushed through my open lips and into my mouth. It tasted of piss but also of something else I later decided was real man. Closing my lips my tongue licked and wrapped itself round what it could reach of the shaft as he slowly fed it further and further in until reaching the back of my throat I tried to pull away when he started to choke me.

Pulling out he stuck one hand under my chin and tilted my head up to face his. 'You really do need some training don't you boy. I've not got time tonight so you be here next week at same time and we'll make a start. OK?'

I just nodded my head in disappointment.

'Are you all right going home messed up?'

I nodded again. Actually my flat opened onto one side of the playing fields but it seemed safer not to mention the fact.

He pointed down to my throbbing cock. 'Just make sure you have a full bladder and I'll do the same. OK?'

Yes! Of course it was OK. My eyes were fixed on his cock while he was rapidly wanking it back and forth. It was all I could do to keep my own hands away from servicing my own as it strained for release.

'Where do you want it?'

'Everywhere please.'

He did what I asked. The virtual waterfall of piss that cock had supplied earlier was followed by a cum load the like of which I'd never thought could exist, splattering all ove my body from face to stomach groin and legs. I could feel it everywhere and just wished I could really see what my body looked like. It felt wet and filthy and that should have been enough but as often the case I wanted more. However, not that evening.

He wiped the final cum drips from his cock smearing them over my face and hair. 'Next week then boy. I hope you really as old as you say.' He turned and left.

God I was randy. I'd never guessed such a scene from my private fantasies would ever be fulfilled even though I had managed to discover a couple of novels that included them. I couldn't help but contemplate how much further he might be prepared to go, all the time working on my own cock and balls. I was loving the way my body felt and everything that had happened but was also worried that somebody else might come in and catch me. Oh was I naive back then.

Finally I managed to get myself off, another massive load for my body to happily accept, much larger than normal and I quickly pulled up my jock and shorts and picking up my dirty top, wiped my face before running out and jogging round the park edge and back home.

The figure I saw in the hall mirror was not only wet and dirty but also a different one from the young man who'd gone out for a quick jog and possible wank only an hour or so ago.

Next: Chapter 2


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