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It was the school holiday and I had been visiting a relation and I was on my was home.

I needed to pee and walked into the public loo…you know the sort, smelly and dirty. An old guy was already in there

I stood at the urinal, desperate to unzip and get my cock out before I started to pee. Only just making it in sentence I sensed I was being watched.

I glanced across at the only guy there and he was watching me as he stroked his semi hard cock.

I couldn't help but expression at it and my 14 year old peter started to involuntarily get intemperately. I had started to fiddle with myself some calendar month earlier so I knew what was happening.

The old guy obviously seen my growing cock as an invite and turned to present me and openly stroked his cock…my eyes were transfixed on his growing cock as he looked at my young turncock get hard.

He moved closer and I let him have my cock in his hand….he only stroked me 2 or 3 times before I cum in his paw. He took some tissue out of his pocket and wiped my cum off his hand.

I didn't know what to do, I was in a bit of a daze, so I quickly zipped up, cum still dripping from my softening cock and rushed out the loo.

That night at home I realised I had enjoyed the feeling of an old man's bridge player on my cock.

The next day I went back to the world loo hoping to see the old perv again and deliver my cock tugged again….I walked in and dashing hopes hit me as all the urinals were hollow. Oh well, yesterday must own been a one off.

As I stood there having a pee I heard footsteps and a guy of about 50 walked to the urinal….it wasn't the old perv from yesterday and I was just about to zip up when I glanced across and much to my surprise he was stroking….I took my hardening cock out again and just stood there pretending to pee, gently stroking my cock.

The guy was looking around and edged closelipped to get a good look at my cock….I was getting harder and felt like I was on the verge of cumming without much stroking.

His cock was hard as he moved closer and I turned to let him see my hard cock…he smiled and grabbed my hand and placed it on his rooster. I stroked it as he grabbed mine.

Again, it wasn't long before I was cumming and I was disappointed not to have lasted longer but instead of zipping up and fleeing as I had done yesterday I stood there stroking him. He had a look of enjoyment on his face as I stroked him to a wax erection. He was looking around to check no one else was entering. Then, with a grunt, he shot a rope of hot cum over my articulatio radiocarpea, then another and a final minuscule lading. He smiled and handed me some tissue paper to wipe up his seed.

He zipped up, thanked me and left.

I was hooked….i loved the fervor of getting played with and playing with old putz. Making them happy having a 14 class old hand bringing them to a climax.

The rest of the holidays was spent going to the loo and playing with cock, rarely playing with the same stopcock 2 days running.

Some guys didn't want to be played with in the loo and I remember the first time a guy said he had a car and did I want to go somewhere tranquilize. Off I went and he drove to some back street where we wouldn't be disturbed and he pulled down his trousers and pants - that was the first time I had seen an old hammer that wasn't just jutting out of a yoke of trousers as I stroked it. He leaned back and placed my hand on his orchis and directed me to play with them and stroke him.

He told me to adopt my pant down so he could do the Lapp to me…I obeyed without query and he squeezed my balls.

Without admonition, he leaned over and took me in his mouth….I was shocked and thrilled at the Sami time and it wasn't long before I filled his sassing with my Thomas Young cum …wow, I loved it.

He tried to get me to suck him but I refused ( that was to be the one and only time ) and I stroked him until he grunted and emptied. I think he was a little thwarted that I wouldn't take him in my mouth.

Then one day, a guy of about 60 said he lived close up by and we could drive there and possess some fun in his flatbed. I agreed and off we went.

Once inside his flat he was kissing me and grabbing me, up until then It was limited to playing with peter, this was another step as his glossa was in my mouth.

He took my clothes off and stripped himself. Another initiative, an old naked man stood in front of me, his limp hammer hanging down.

He beckoned me forward to meet him, I obeyed and soon he was growing in my hand. He forced me to my knees and placed his cock near my face. I tried to move around away but he held my head in place and moved his hardening cock nearer.

‘ suction it'he said thrusting forward, I was a small scared….this was something a little too far.

Not knowing what was going to materialise I reluctantly opened my lip a little as he thrust forward again. The tip of his cock touched my sassing and he pushed again…this meter my mouth opened a picayune more and he invaded my mouth with about 2'’ of his hammer. I gagged a little as he started to fuck my mouth. I gradually got used to it as he got into a rhythm. I knelt there as he used my mouth for his enjoyment without any thought for me.

This went on for some clip before I felt his peter vellication in my sassing as he shot his ejaculate into my mouthpiece, it felt like gallons as it oozed out the corner of my oral fissure. I gagged and he pulled out as his cum spilled from my mouth onto his floor.

I had been used as a cum garbage dump for the first time….deep down I knew it wouldn't be the endure