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Subject: {ASSM} The Glorious Hole (Homosexuality M/m MM/m)
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                                     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)
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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! 

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