Date: Fri, 14 Mar 2014 20:42:44 -0400 From: Bill Spider Subject: A cottage in the country My name is Billy - if you are not comfortable with Older/younger scenarios then don't read any further, if you are a fan however then I hope this will be a treat, why not get yourself a drink, unzip and enjoy the story. I'm always up for feedback or chatting - remember I am new to this so please be gentle.... ;) To get to know what makes me tick I need to tell you about my first time, it was with a guy quite a lot older, I was 12 and he was I guess in his late 40's. It was half term and the last school break before my 13th birthday. Living in the countryside was great but given any opportunity I used to get a lift with my dad into town and hang out, I had just discovered that the toilet in the run down multi-storey carpark was full of really hot graffiti, like really hot - graphic detailed stuff and on every inch of the walls - living where I did with only the men's underwear section of my mum's catalogue as wanking material this was a huge deal. So I spent most of the Easter break in this toilet reading and wanking. I just remember being so turned on and my poor swollen and sticky over-wanked cock. There were two cubicles which is where I spent most of the time, every now and again I would hear guys come in but I just went quiet and didn't initiate anything - it was all so new and I was shy but each time I heard someone it felt like a jolt of electricity. It was a really confusing bunch of emotions, excited, thrilled, frightened and SO horny. Day by day my confidence grew, I remember sitting on the toilet in the cubicle and hearing a guy arrive and open the next door, step in and lock it behind him, immediately my heart began to race. Listening carefully I could just hear the slow rhythm of him wanking, this was the closest I had been to a guy wanking and I was fascinated and so turned on and started slowly stroking my own cock. I heard him move and I tried to figure out what he was doing, I could hear the zip of a bag being opened then paper, pages being turned. Then he put a porn mag on the floor, I couldn't believe my luck, it was close enough to partition gap that I could see everything. I was mesmerized, all the pictures were hardcore, straight porn but hardcore. Big glossy pictures of women being bent over with very well endowed guys ploughing them from behind, you could see their big cocks stretching the women's holes and they looked so big and powerful. The shiny pages reflected the furious wanking of the guy in the next cubicle and as I tried to make out the detail of what I was seeing big droplets and puddles of cum landed all over the porn mag, I just sat there staring at it. Then I don't remember what made me do it but I reached under the dividing wall and with my index finger scooped up some of the warm cum, brought it to my lips and tasted it. Then in the sudden realization of what I had done stuffed my cock back into my jeans, unlocked the door and ran, not looking back or stopping until I reached the busy main street. I couldn't stop thinking about it all the way home and couldn't wait until tomorrow when I could could go back. I remember dreaming about it and waking up in the morning to find myself all sticky, reaching under the duvet idly rubbing my thumb against the slippery head of my cock, bringing it to my mouth and pretending it was his cum, this time taking my time to really taste it and feel it on my lips. I lay there fuzzy headed trying to process what had happened, smiling to myself as I played cummy cock. I was ready on time for once as watched impatiently as my dad SLOWLY ate his toast and read the paper "another coffee, why not!.." - I had so many reasons why not but managed to bite my tongue. Finally we were in the car and on our way, my aching cock pushing against the fabric of my jeans. I said goodbye to dad and raced to the toilet. I was in there for a couple of hours without anyone coming in, I plucked up the courage to go and read the graffiti by the urinal (am sitting here with a raging hardon as I write this...haha!!) . I remember pretending to wee while reading and slowly stroking my cock. Suddenly I heard the door creak open and my heart jumped into my throat, I could hear my blood pumping in my ears as the adrenalin pushed me into overdrive. I didn't turn around but out of the corner of my eye saw this big guy walk in. I looked quickly at his hands and they looked bigger than the guys yesterday - not the same guy - didn't know if that was good or bad but he saw me looking. I didn't know what to do so I just stood there facing the wall, cock in hand - the end glistening with pre-cum. I was so aware of him walking as if he was going behind me to get the other end of the urinal, then nothing. I couldn't hear anything, I didn't know what to do, where had this guy gone?... I was just about to turn around when in one fluid motion a big arm wrapped around my body pinning my arms to my side and my face was pressed hard against the wall, a big rough hand reached around and grabbed my swollen cock in a vice like grip, my instinct was to try and get free but I couldn't move, he was much stronger and bigger than I was, I couldn't move a muscle. He then started wanking me, hard. I could feel something hot and hard against my back as he pressed into me. Could it really be his cock? it was massive and seemed to radiate heat as rubbed it against me, grinding it against me as he roughly wanked me off. I was so scared and before I knew it my body was convulsing as I shot wave after wave of hot cum against the metal urinal. He released me and my legs just buckled, my knees gave way and I slumped onto the cold cement floor sobbing with cum still streaming from sore cock and dripping over my balls. This still pops into my head when I'm having a wank to this day and am pretty sure that is when I started fancying older guys.