"When I was younger there was a local toilet that was notorious for cruising. I went in there innocently for a piss when I was in the park playing with friends. I was taking a piss and was reading the graffiti on the toilet walls by the urinals. The usual stuff: "I have a 9" cock, meet you here at 2pm everyday" etc. Although, i have to say i was very curious. The two friends I was with were completely disinterested, but I wanted to meet this guy. I wasn't even sure what I wanted to do, but was horny at the thought.
I went back on another occaision, it was a saturday. I was in the park and again, needed a piss, so I went to the toilet. There were older men at the unrinal pissing that seemed to slink away when I entered.
Pissing, i looked at the graffiti again when I heard a voice behind me say "You like the idea of that, boy?" I finished pissing and turned around. The toilet attendent was standing behind me with his hands on his hips. He looked at me angrily. "You know who writes this stuff? Deviants, thats who!!" I didn't know what a diviant was but it sounded like someone who was wrong. The toilet attendent then told me that the guy who wrote the graffiti was a friend of his and would pop by at 5pm when they closed. "If you want to meet a deviant, come at 5pm!" With that, he turned away and went back into his little room.
I walked home. it was lunch time and was thinking about what to do, but at 4:30 I made my excuses at home and walked back to the park. I walked slowly, not scared, but apprehensive and very curious. When I got the toilet, the atendent was closing up. He led me inside and told me to wait in his little office.
The office was nothing but a side partition of the toilet itself and consisted of a little cooker, a cuboard with a lot of keys and a large arm chair and a table. I sat in the armchair and waited for the attendent to lock up. After about 10 minutes he came back into his office. the windows were covered in white curtons, so no one could see in or out. He brought in with him and younger guy who was in his 40s. Dark hair, slim, dark clothes. As it was summer, he was only wearing a t-shirt and jeans like me.
"Hello! I'm Steve. Paul here has told me that you've been interested in the graffiti on the walls?" I smiled and nodded. Not exactly sure where this was heading. "Well, i wrote the grafiti. I'm the one with a 9" cock. Are you here cos you'd like to sample it? If not, thats cool. But if you're curious, we can have some fun here now. Paul would love to watch. He loves watching me play with a young lad like you."
I was taken aback, but had to admit to myslef this was somthing I had fantasised about for quite some time. I asked with a shaking voice "what would we do?" He told me about oral and asked if I wanted it in my arse or would I want to fuck him. I said I always fantasised about being fucked and having a cock up my arse. He smiled and said, "Perfect. Thats what I like to hear." He moved over towards me from the door and stroked my hair. I was nervous but so so horny. He asked me what I would like to do first. I said I had had a blow job before, and liked those. He smiled at me. He knelt down in front of me and started to take my jeans and pants off. Leaving them around my thighs he took my cock and put it in his mouth. Sucking on it hard he had me erect in no time. Soon I was squirming in delight and trying to take my trousers off myself. He helped take them off and trainers leaving me in just my t-shirt and socks.
Paul sat on the window frame watching intently and sniffing from a little brown bottle. "Give him a hit on this!" Paul said. The bottle was passed to me. "What is it?" I asked. Steve explained what it was and what it did. "It makes your cock on fire and you want to have your arse fucked. The good part is it makes your arse open up, so getting fucked is even better!". I liked this idea alot. Although they failed to mention the massive head rush, the horniness and lack of self consious behaviour. Taking a few massive sniffs I suddenly found myself very happily laid further back legs around Steves neck with him lapping at my hole. I never thought I could feel so excited. Even at an age where I was wanking so much, this was nothing like that. I allowed Steve to poke his tongue in and out of my tight young hole while he slowly squeezed my cock.
Encouraged by the attendent I took more poppers. Steve eased his finger into my arse very slowly up to the knuckle. I looked down at him doing it, i couldn't beleive i was enjoying, let alone letting a guy who seemed so much older doing it to me. It seemed as though I was in a dream somehow. Watching someone pushing and pulling their finger out of my hole like that, and the fact that it felt good, was incredible to me. I took some more poppers and enjoyed the feeling. Steve took the oppertunity to push one more finger in my arse. Once he had both in, he splayed them, opening me up. I could feel the poppers help make it easier. Even though it felt strange, it didn't hurt but just felt liberating. I could feel my heartbeat on the muscle around my arse and it was an incredible feeling. I tried to clench but it wouldn't close properly and anyway, Steve had started to thrust his fingers in and out. Making my hole loose and I could feel my arse opening naturally and start to accept the fingers.
All the while, from time to time, Steve would suck on my cock for me. It was stiff and then floppy, but I didn't care, I was enjoying the sensation in my boy cunt and not too bothered about my cock. Steve stopped fingering me and began to get undressed. Once his pants were off, I saw his cock for the first time and was suddenely worried about him trying to get that up me. It was very large. Not massively fat, but long and slim. "What do you reckon son? Reckon you want a go on this? You don't have to take all of it, but we can see how we get on? I smiled at him. Although scared I was very eager to see if I could fit this cock in my arse. I had fantisised about this so much, and here it was, really happening.
The attendent asked me if I smoked. I said I did. He took a cigarette from his packet, unscrewed the poppers bottle and dipped the cigarette in the liquid. Handing it too me he said, "don't light it, but smoke it like you would a fag" I put the ciggie in my mouth and took two large drags off it. This was much stronger than I had felt before. The feeling overwhelmed me, but was subtle at the same time. Steve took some KY from the cupboard and squirted it on his cock. He wanked it into his cock for a minute or so, then squirted some on to my arse. He rubbed it in slowly as I drew breath from the poppers soaked cigarette. Pushing my legs back so my knees were by my ears, Steve took hold of his cock and pressed it against the swollen lips of my pussy. "Drag harder on the fag son" The attendent said. I did what I was told. As I felt the wave of poppers hit me, with the flush, Steve pushed his cock in me. The head went in straight away without a problem, but then I felt the sensation of being stretched. Suddenly, I wasn't so sure. I was still horny but a little bit too scared. Steve smiled at me and told me to take some more of the ciggie. I inhaled a massive amount and he pushed some more of his cock up my hole. He left it there for about a minute. Once my arse had gotten used to the sensation, he withdrew it ever so slightly and then thrust in again. He was now in about halfway.
I could feel my arse trying to accomadate his size. It was painful, but somehow, a sweet pain which i was enjoying. Slowly, he began to fuck me. Very slowly and after a few stinging thrusts my hole got much more used to it and was accepting his thrusts. I could fel my arse loosening with each thrust and suck on the poppers fag. After fucking me for a few minutes slowly I could feel his excitement building. He started to pick up pace. Pushing down on my thighs so I was almost bent in half he started to push more of his cock inside me. I took more poppers and started to enjoy and want more of it in me. I wanted him to fill me up and stretch me as much as he could. And stretch me he did. As his thrusts got stronger his cock got deeper. I looked down my skinny body and was able to see how much of his cock he was pushing in me. It looked like about 7" of it was now being mercilessly pumped inside me. My excitement was mounting, its still felt like some kind of half awake dream. I could feel that his cock was pressing against my prostrate, althoug I didn't understand why I felt like was going to cum, even though he wasn't touching my cock.
Steve contined to fuck me. I loved being able to see it going inside me. Although my cock was in the way I was able to see his cock withdraw before thrusting back deep inside me. I closed my eyes and was lost in the pleasure of the fuck. I was actually being fucked and taking a big cock, that alone was so exciting I could feel my orgasm gaining momentum. Steve starting to fuck harder and I realised that I was now taking his whole length. I hadn't noticed as I had got more into it. That spurned me on. Suddenly Steves thrusts reached a cressendo and he moaned loudly. My arse suddenly full of sticky liquid. As he was still fucking me quite hard i could feel the cum leaking out around my hole adding to the overall slipperyness and making it even easier. I felt my orgasm coming up quickly. Steve quickly withdrew his cock from me and leapt on my cock, sucking it hard for all he was worth. I exploded down his throat, lost in my own orgasm, he lapped the last few drops of cum off my cock and pushed his cock back inside me for a few last thrusts. I could feel his cum dripping between my thighs and feel my hole starting to close up again, squeezing out more cum as it did so.
The attendent sat on the window sill of the little room. He smiled at me. "Next time, we can do you over the table if you like!" He winked. Catching my breath, they gave me a cigarette. "That!" I said "Is someting I want to do for the rest of my life, if my arse ever gets better" I laughed.