Message-ID: <47284asstr$1081210206@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Mail-Format-Warning: No previous line for continuation: Wed Aug 14 16:30:23 2002Return-Path: <alsw09060@blueyonder.co.uk> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Message-ID: <003401c41b47$167682f0$7b8b1f3e@your3hcef8q6j0> Reply-To: "Alex Blair" <alsw09060@blueyonder.co.uk> From: "Alex Blair" <alsw09060@blueyonder.co.uk> X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2800.1165 X-OriginalArrivalTime: 05 Apr 2004 19:47:55.0987 (UTC) FILETIME=[E3FCC230:01C41B46] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 5 Apr 2004 20:49:19 +0100 Subject: {ASSM} The Glorious Hole (Homosexuality M/m MM/m) Lines: 341 Date: Mon, 5 Apr 2004 20:10:06 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2004/47284> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, newsman <1st attachment, "The Glorious Hole(homo Mb).doc" begin> DISCLAIMER This story is intended for very broad-minded adults over the age of 21 It is not intended for children or for prudes. It contains descriptions of sex between older men and a boy if you find this type of story line disturbing then please do not read any further. (M/b) if you have any comments address them to: <a href="mailto:alex_blair@msn.com">alex_blair@msn.com</a> The Glorious Hole A curious thing happened to me on the way home from school last week, but before I continue I must first show you the place and the person; Let me introduce myself I'm Sandy and am 12 years old, physically I stand all of 165cm tall, and am slightly overweight. My hair is sort of a dirty blonde; eyes are a strange mixture, which can vary (dependant on the light and my mood) from blue through green and grey. People would describe me as a nice enough boy, and up until yesterday, I thought I was just your average run of the mill lad (sexually at least), I had always considered myself as above other folk, though for no particular reason, so I suppose I'm a bit conceited. Getting back to my sexuality (which is why we're here I suppose) to fully explain that, I guess you have to know the sort of place I live, Airdrie is a small industrial town in the west of Scotland, it lies just outside the city of Glasgow, which is a major influence on it, both financially and culturally, the citizens consider themselves hard and all weakness is hidden from view. And to be anything, other than a rampant heterosexual, is unheard of, and I thought of myself as exactly that, I despised the very idea of queers, and was encouraged to think that only the damned English would stoop to anything so base. In short, to be a Homo was worse than anything I could imagine. Not that I'm a stud, the extent of my conquests reach to one older cousin, whom I penetrated (I think) once on holidays the summer just past, and the little girl next door who had wanted to see my cock, and had manoeuvred the situation into getting a wank, nothing there to shout about I'm sure you'll agree, any expertise I have comes from the dirty books my father keeps stashed under his bed, which is, admittedly, quite a collection , and is very catholic in taste. So there you have the who, what and the where, now for the what. As I mentioned I'm 12 and I'm in the second year of High School, my school is 5km from where I live and I have to get the bus to and from it, except that I smoke and buy cigarettes with the money I save by walking back home, it's a fair old walk but I find doing without a smoke is much worse than the walk, so I persevere. Last Monday as I walked home I found I needed the toilet, but there was absolutely no where to go as I had reached a built up part of the town, and there were people everywhere, the urge was so strong that soon I was thinking of just whipping it out and pissing in the street, then as I passed a bus stop I noticed a small building I had never really noticed before, it had the faded, but unmistakable, symbol for a public toilet, it was offset from the road behind some shrubs and trees, which is why it had caught my attention in the first place, I must have passed it hundreds of times before, without really paying it any attention before now. I upped my pace, and by the time I reached the side door was almost at a trot, it was kinda dark and smelt strongly of industrial bleach and odours new and strange to me, the floor was wet, as though newly mopped, and there was the sound of dripping water, to the left there was two urinals with a small window set high in the wall, ahead were three cubicles the first two doors were closed but the last was lying ajar, I felt that maybe it would be best to use a cubicle, as at least it afforded some privacy, so I made for the end cubicle, and closed the door behind me and secured it by means of an old bolt which was fixed to the door and slid into the wood of the frame, rather than stand to relieve myself, for whatever reason, I found myself undoing my belt and button and pulling down my trousers to sit on the toilet bowl (which I had cleaned using some of the toilet roll) I blissfully pee'd for what seemed like ages, and only when I had finished did I begin to take in my surroundings, there was writing all over the cubicle walls and door, in many different styles and sizes, there were also pictures of cocks spurting spunk and guys fucking one another up the arse, inexplicably I found the story's and pictures were stimulating me, unthinkingly I began to stroke my, by now, hard organ as my eyes travelled from the wall to the door, I became aware of a small hole just off centre in the door, as I looked I noticed the hole contained an unblinking eye which was staring in at me, I jumped up, grabbed a bit of toilet roll and blocked the hole, I sat back down on the seat, my heart pounding in my chest, I felt almost ill, the thought that the person on the other side of the door was hanging around terrified me, I waited a good hour before quickly opening the door and walking briskly out, but I need not have been concerned, no one was loitering around inside nor outside. I said nothing to anyone, scared that they might think I was queer, that night as I lay in my bed, the pictures I had seen and the stories written on the walls made me hard and as began slowly pumping my hand up and down my smooth, almost bald cock the thought of what might have happened if I had NOT blocked that hole came unbidden to me, imagine some old guy with a massive weapon forcing his cock deep inside my tight little bum hole, I wondered what it would be like, I wet my finger and slowly teased the entrance, becoming increasingly curious, I reached into my bedside drawer and finding a pencil I sucked the length before slowly inserting it into my pulsing anus, I stuck it as far up as I felt safe, then imagining it was a big fat cock, I started sliding my fist up and down my shaft, after only a few strokes I was shooting jism higher than I would ever have thought possible, it was all over my chest and some even landed on my chin, I squeezed the pencil out and fumbled about till I found the T-shirt I had been wearing and cleaned up as much of the mess as I could in the dark then cleaned and replaced the pencil, before falling into a deeply disturbing sleep. The guilt over what had happened and how I felt made me feel way bad the next day, I assured myself it was a one off and would never happen ever again, fucking queers deserved to be roasted alive. Then as I made my daily walk from school to home, my pulse began to race, SEX, I wanted it, I knew I wanted it, I was going back! Fuck the consequences, I wanted a dirty old man to watch me wanking my tiny little dick, loving the thought about how much he would want me, and it wasn't like just letting a guy watch was queer, I was just being kind to some old guy, so when I got to the toilet I turned left and entered by the small door set in the side of the building, there was a guy in his middle age standing at one of the urinals and all three doors were lying open, I made my way to the same one I had the day before and closed and bolted the thick wooden door, then walked to the seat and undid my belt and pulled down my pants and trousers, I sat down and began to re-read the sordid stories and was soon hard, I then heard soft foot falls in the corridor outside, looking down I could see a shadow stop outside the very door I was behind, it was now or never, keeping my eyes averted I leaned back and began to slowly pull my cock up and down, I heard the door being tried and then the sound of a zipper being undone, I glanced under the gap in the door and observe the shadow begin moving in a rhythmic manner, it must be the guy who had been at the urinals and now he was standing outside the cubicle door watching me and having a wank, my cock lurched as the thought took hold of me and my spunk shot straight up into the air then down into my pants and trousers, I had cum so fiercely that my legs were shaking and my breath was very loud, looking under the door I saw the shadow hand and cock pumping like mad then a gasp and thick jizz running off the bottom of the door, the zipper sounded and the footsteps faded away, I mopped up what spunk I could and arranged my clothing and fled the toilet, not looking at who was about in my anxiety to get away. That night and the next morning followed the same pattern as that first night and day, curiosity and excitement followed by self loathing and guilt. But as morning passed into afternoon the by now familiar excitement began to creep up on me, I found myself checking my watch, wishing the time would somehow speed up, at schools end I rushed with indecent haste back to the toilets, my heart in my mouth and my cock already hard at the thought of what was about to happen, no one was present so I went into the cubicle I had used previously, closed and locked the door then pulled down my underwear and waited, I had by now read all the wee stories and by an hour was becoming restless, I decided to see what the other cubicles were like and so pulled up my clothes and left the end toilet, and entered the middle trap, as I closed the door I noticed that there was a sizeable hole between the walls of the first and middle cubicles this frightened me somewhat so I decided just to give up for the day. That night as I lay awake the hole between the cubicles preyed on my mind, would I dare to stand in there and let the men watch me maybe even touch me through that hole? The images of what might happen flashed through my brain, soon I was chugging like mad and the sperm was once more coating my velvety young skin. If the Wednesday had seemed slow Thursday morning snailed in, I was thinking of a plan that could get me away at lunch time, but the knowledge of getting caught in a public toilet when I was supposed to be at school scuppered that plan. Come 3:30 I practically ran the 2km till I reached the small hut behind the tree's that had become a sexual magnate for me, just the smell of the place was enough to get me erect now, on entering I registered two things: the first cubicle was in use, and there was an elderly man with a white beard and a beer belly barely hidden by a grey overcoat standing at the last urinal, he smiled hesitantly when he seen me enter, and I reciprocated before going to the middle cubicle, after closing the door and pulling the stout bolt across I noticed for the first time that this door had a gap running between the jamb and down the length of the door through which almost everything within the cubicle would be visible, this decided me not to divest myself of any clothing, but instead to sit on the seat with only my zip undone and my member poking out, as soon as I was seated I heard the footsteps of the guy outside make there way to my cubicle and his outline appear at the aforementioned gap, he pushed the door, but on finding it barred he hoarsely whispered for me to open it, I shook my head and watched as he looked left and right and reaching down unzip his trousers and withdraw what to me looked like the largest fattest cock that ever could be, it was hugely inflated, the head stuck out proudly from his fat fist, which barely reached round the girth of the monster, the sight of it made me rock hard and I stood to get a better look, moving closer the man obviously thought I was going to unlock the door and when I stopped leaning against the wall he beckoned for me to do just that, I once more shook my head, and returned my gaze to his massive tool, he seemed to understand and proudly stuck it up close to the gap, I leant down to view it better and felt a hand graze my bottom, startled I jumped upright and turned to see a gnarled hand popping out of the wall separating my cubicle from the one next to it, as I watched it moved in a manner indicating it wanted me to approach, cautiously I moved nearer till it came into contact with my thigh, it rubbed up and down the length so I moved nervously closer still till my small cock came within its vulgar reach, it grasped my cock in a vice like grip which had me moaning and shooting in seconds, the old man continued to pull on my tender young cock long after all the juice had sprayed over the loo wall and run down to form a watery puddle at the base, when he released me, I got some toilet roll and wiped the end of my willy clean and zipped myself up, on leaving the cubicle the wizened man with the monstrous member was once more on station at the end urinal, he smiled as I blushed and whispered "maybe next time?", I nodded and hurried out and home. The incredible climax of the following night and the guilt and self loathing which followed convinced me never ever to go near the toilets ever again, being watched and looking were one thing, but to actually let an old codger toss me off, made me nothing less than the queers I so despised, so with my new resolve in place and repeated visions of what it meant to be caught spinning in my mind, the next morning passed with me totally self assured that I was, once more, a normal person - then as the afternoon wore on, the seedy thoughts crept back, the feeling of that guys fingers on my thigh, the whispered promise of a rendezvous, the explosion when that calloused hand had worked such magic on my little penis, the sight of my spunk shooting out and the smells associated with toilet sex soon had me hard and desperate for more adventures, but just how far could I let it go? My excitement continued to grow as the time for home approached, but this time instead of running to the toilet I took my time, planning what I wanted to happen, thinking of how it would feel, wondering who would be there, by the time I reached the toilets I had a tremendous hard-on, as I entered I noticed a cars door parked down the road open and the man with the white beard emerge, he was wearing jogging bottoms and a T-shirt which was stretched over a very large belly, but I remembered the girth and size of the cock confined within those jogging bottoms and my little dick gave a twinge of anticipation, he smiled down at me and I smiled shyly back as he followed me into the loo's, I made for the middle cubicle, noticing that the toilets were totally empty today, as I entered the man was just coming through the front, he hesitated looking at me for any indication, I lowered my eyes unsure exactly what it was that I wanted, I walked through the frame and turned to close the door, but did not bolt it this time, the footsteps came to my door and stopped, then the door slowly swung open, he pushed it fully open then entered and closed it behind him, bolting it as he did so, he turned round to face me and I saw the lust in his eyes and watched as he pulled down his pants to reveal his huge cock to me, he took a step nearer and placed my small delicate hand on his throbbing cock, it felt very hot to me, and was much thicker than my wrist, with hairs spilling out in all directions, he began to move my hand back and forward, then let me continue, but soon urged me to be rougher, I brought my other hand up and even with both hands round him I could barely grasp it all, he whispered for me to do it harder and pull the foreskin back, soon there was juice slowly oozing out of the japs eye, his breathing became ragged, and he bent his head to kiss me, I stopped and told him no kissing, and he straightened seemingly unaffected by my request, his hips began to thrust in time to my ministrations and small grunts escaped from beneath his beard, then the weapon in my hand began to erupt, hot streams of thick hot spunk shot all over my face and hair, I tried to avoid it, but he reached down and held my face in place till all his cum was covering my pale face and blond hair, he pushed his cock into my face trying to get me to open my mouth but I held my lips tight. When he reached down and pulled his trousers back up I thought that was it, but he turned me so that I was facing the door and adjusted me so that I had to lean forward to keep my balance with my legs spread as far as the confines of the cubicle would allow, then I felt the tingling sensation of his beard touching my bare bottom, he used his thumbs to prize my cheeks apart and I sagged as I felt his warm firm tongue force its way into my bum hole, the feeling left me barely able to maintain my own weight, just then footsteps echoed down the toilet, someone was coming, in a panic I straightened up and pulled on my discarded trousers unable to find the pants I had been wearing, the guy put his finger to his mouth indicating I was to remain quiet, like I needed telling twice!, the door to the adjoining cubicle closed and the bolt was eased into place, I was trying my best to squash my body flat against the toilet door, but the man merely sat on the bowl and lent forward to look into the other cubicle, almost immediately a long thin cock appeared through the hole, it was almost equal in length to the 1st mans but was much thinner, the pubic hair was grey and very sparse, but it was hard and throbbing, the man sank to his knees and sucked the cock into his mouth and began to slide his head back and forth, this was incredible, I once more undid my zip and took out my small boyish cock and began to stroke myself, the man noticed and reached up and stroked it for me, then he began to suck both cocks in turn, then both at once, it was bliss, but just as I was about to cum he stopped sucking altogether and croaked at me to take of my trousers and to stand facing the hole, the cock disappeared from the hole and I could see that the aged man inside was kneeling to see what was happening, once I had removed my trousers the 1st man rubbed my cock so that the older guy on the other side could get a good view of both my face and my cock, he then manoeuvred me so that I was bent over half way between the two wall with my bottom now facing the old man, the 1st man put his finger into his mouth and then began to tease the rim of my anus, slowly he inserted it till it reached an obstruction, I cried out that it hurt, and quick as a flash he forced it deeper till it was pushed in up to the knuckle, it was brilliant, I squirmed as he pushed it in and out, he leant over and dribbled more spit onto his finger, my arse was now so wet I could feel some run between my legs, he then moved aside and pushed me back till o was almost bent double with my asa touching the opposite wall, he adjusted me till I felt something poke my small wet hole, slowly the foreign object forced its way up till it to reached the place where it hurt, I grunted and forced my bottom back hard against the long thin penis now throbbing in my passage, the feeling of ecstasy when it plunged deep within me is indescribable, the old guy was soon banging hard into me, and the other guy was pulling both his own cock and my own cock, till I collapsed as the cock within me splashed cum up into my bowls and my own climax came upon me. How long a lay sprawled on the toilet floor I don't know, the man had left and the door was firmly pulled over, my bum hole has been hurting ever since and it is now Sunday, but I know where you will find me Monday about 4 o'clock! <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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