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“A Cottaging Education”
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(M, m, first gay).
As a teenager in the UK when I reached puberty I, like so many of my male contempories enjoyed the opportunities offered by the plentiful provision of “cottages” maintained by thoughtful local Councils – primarily as public conveniences but regularly used for the purpose of a meeting place for uncomplicated and instant sexual gratification between men. I learned much from those experiences and the knowledge that on having the urge – which was then pretty frequent – one could walk into a “Gents” lavatory and have the good chance of finding a convenient hole bored through the partition of one of the cubicles (and often several partitions!) complete a small ritual of displaying ones erect cock, receiving the covert signal of a finger rested on the lip of the hole, inserting ones cock and immediately having it enveloped by a warm mouth or sometimes having it slowly impaled upon a tight anus was a real delight. As an example of instant gratification at its ultimate, so readily available; no complications and taking as long or as quick as you chose it was one of the joys of that era. It was also, judging by how the holes in some of the Victorian “cottages” had been worn smooth and by the ancient semen stains decorating them, a pleasure enjoyed by many previous generations.
Sometimes, able to linger I too would make my mouth or anus available to the visitor and receive the seminal offerings of several ages, whose ages, class or other social variation was both unknown and irrelevant. Sometimes in cottages in quieter public parks or rural situations more overt gatherings allowed several guys to enjoy more open pleasurings while some kind person kept watch; or arrangements were made to meet elsewhere but primarily the role of the “glory-hole” as I soon discovered that it was called was for a more fleeting encounter.
My visits to these palaces of delight continue to this day but sadly most are now closed and the educational aspect offered to young males of exploring the delight of uncomplicated sexual encounters with other males now largely denied to boys today. When thinking of these experiences with one such a particular series of encounters some years ago came to mind as typifying the experience offered.
The setting is the ancient but tiny City of Ripon in North Yorkshire, a City only by virtue of its cathedral church, it is a warm June day and just around four in the afternoon and I am seated in the old Gents lavatory serving the car parks for the town square and what passes for the bus station.. I am idly resting back on the old fashioned flush down pipe, my shorts around my feet and wanking to the various drawings, descriptions of encounters and invitations for similar when I heard someone enter the next cubicle. I quietly drew my shorts over my knees but half hidden continued my leisurely wank.
The etiquette in such places was that one hung a single sheet of lavatory paper over the hole (and before you ask, adheres by a small amount of saliva) and should the person entering be interested this could be either removed or disturbed allowing the encounter to proceed without upsetting the disinterested). Some were more blatant and wanked openly to any observer through the hole but I was a little more discreet.
There was a short pause and various movements but no indication of interest so my shorts were again allowed to slip forwards and my erect cock allowed to stand proud from my groin as I wanked to a particularly lascivious sketch of a trio of guys fucking, the middle one enjoying being penetrated while embedded in the bum of the third. Very nice!
I was enjoying the steady rhythm of my hand flexing up and down my circumcised cock - a reasonable 7.5 inches - when I noticed that the loo paper was being raised and I knew that I had an audience. I slowly stood and shuffled forward and the paper was raised still further and then fluttered to the floor giving my neighbour a full view. This situation continued for a short while but no signal or overt invitation followed so I decided to take the initiative and advancing slid my prick through the hole in the old wooden partition. At first no reaction: at least no objection was raised so I left it there and then after a few moments it was grasped and a tentative wanking began, quite pleasant but I had been hoping for a bit more! After a bit more of this I decided to pull out and entice my new friend to put his cock through and duly gave the usual invitation. There was a long pause, to the point where I was just deciding to give up and a relatively small cock appeared tentatively at the opening. However it was nicely formed and the neat foreskin was half drawn back, the shaft only half way through the hole.
Squatting, I quickly clasped it in my mouth and drew it to me sucking gently and coaxing it forward. The stem was gratifyingly rigid and the skin a silky soft as it slid over the hard inner. The owner emitted a loud groan, sufficient to cause me to worry that he should cause us to be discovered. Soon it was clearly at its full length and the owner began a rapid thrusting into my mouth. Within a few such thrusts I felt the cock stiffen, a few more rapid thrusts and a series of jets of semen jetted into me, copiously coating my mouth.
He slowly withdrew and left me savouring thee viscous liquid left behind, surprisingly sweet and fresh, compared to some guy’s spendings! I swirled it around my mouth and then let it slide down my throat leaving the distinct taste and sensation of fresh cum adhering to my mouth.
There was the usual bustling and my companion, having orgasmed adjusted his clothes and was gone leaving just the sound of flushing water. The rest of that session was relatively uneventful: I did finally get sucked off quite pleasantly and obliged him also and departed thinking no more of it.
It was several days later that I found myself back in Ripon and having finished for the day parked discreetly and made my way through the pleasant old town to the lavatory and only then did my thoughts turn to the first cock of my previous visit – I had been remembering it several times in my wank fantasising: it was such an elegant shape, small but perfectly formed as the expression goes and the skin so soft, the spunk so sweet! Did I dare hope that it might pay another visit?
Sure enough my friend from earlier turned up and this time was clearly a little bolder and was quick to thrust his delightful cock through the hole. Wary of his over-rapid climax I deliberately moderated the pace and every time I sensed that he was approaching his climax I lifted off and gently stroked his soft stem, still enjoying the soft nature of his white skin. Determined to get him to reciprocate I finally lifted off entirely and standing rubbed the end of my cock on his and gradually pushed him back following his cock through the hole until my pubis bone was hard against the well-worn wood.
As so often before I mused as to how many other cocks, most long gone from this world had enjoyed pleasure over the hundred years or more of this places existence? Then abruptly I stopped my musing as I felt a mouth closing on the bell end of my straining member and a tentative licking then and actual enveloping of the stem. This was more like it!
Gradually the interchange developed its usual alternating routine but I was filled with a desire to see and feel more of my sweet tasting companion so in between one such interchange I whispered that he should come into my cubicle or I into his. Now while discreet use of the “glory-hole was one thing and relatively safe it was risky being in the same cubicle together as the risk of being caught was very real but sometimes one took the risk and this was one such occasion.
There was some hesitation after I made the suggestion and I assumed that he was not going to go with it but then the whisper: “Come in here”.
Quickly I made myself tidy and was out of my door as fast as I was able. I took a quick look out of the door of the gents. There was no-one around, the small town car park slumbered in the sunshine and I darted back and pushed on his door. It eased open and I bundled in slipping the bolt as I did do. Turning around I was confronted by the object of my recent attentions and I realised why his cock had been so neat: there stood a tousled haired boy of about thirteen or at the most f******n in his school uniform, that of the local Grammar School, his young cock standing proud still wet from my having just been sucking him.
To say that I was surprised would be a classic understatement in fact given his age I was horrified but then recalled how at a similar age I had enjoyed the facilities of local “cottages” near my boarding school and guess that he was learning just as I had been about the pleasure that can be taken in another male body. The risk of consequences should we be caught had just risen inordinately and I knew that we couldn’t stay here.
I thought fast and decided.
“Would you come somewhere with me in my car – I know somewhere safe and will drop you back – it will be safer than here”, I whispered hoarsely, my lust at the part sight of his body causing my cock to get even harder than it had been.
A quick nod and he rapidly readied himself. Now for the risky part – he, clearly a local boy and in his distinctive school uniform, could easily be spotted accompanying a stranger to his car and all hell likely to break loose!
I described my car and where I would be telling him to follow in a few minutes and receiving another nod I carefully eased back out of the door wondering as to what was going to happen next.
Sitting in my car at our discreet rendezvous I was still in two minds as to the wisdom of this meeting but decided that I would leave it in his hands (no pun intended) and if he came could at the very least give him some tips both as to sexual pleasure and safety in using public lavatories. If he didn’t come there was nothing lost.
He came! I patted his knee as he clipped on the seat belt driving carefully out of town and heading towards the race course where I knew there was an old lane that was hardly used and pulled over well screened from the road.
We glanced at each other in a sudden awkward silence then both broke into a light laugh.
“I’m John” – “James – or Jimmy my friend responded”, a smile brightened his face and without more ado he started to wriggle out of his clothes and I realised that what had happened in the lav was just a preliminary so taking the queue I followed suit and soon we were both naked and stroking each other exploring the two very different bodies, his slight, smooth and with barely a fuzz of pubic hair. Mine muscled and smooth also – I have shaved since puberty but my cock a real contrast to his not just in size but the skin was tanned my being a nudist and the skin of a far more weathered texture. I realised again why he had tasted so good those times through the glory-hole and leant across to enjoy him again this time stroking his smooth young body, inducing groans from him and provoking a long overdue spasming eruptions of semen into my mouth.
In our relaxed chat following I continued to wank and he took over as we chatted. It seems that he had only gone into that “Gents” that first day we met having been told by friends that guys went there for sex and had very little previous experience apart from recently started to wank and had enjoyed a couple of mutual wanks with friends. The experience with me had been repeated with a couple of other adults but he wanted more and hoped that we could do more together.
We did! We slipped out of the car in the warm sunshine and lay on the springy grass. Lying back I looked at his naked body, smooth with youth, not yet fully formed but with all the charm of his age. My hands explored him marvelling at the firm softness of his skin while Jimmy did the same to me seeming particularly fascinated by my cock. I eased him over my chest so that he could continue his exploration of my cock while I could enjoy the sight of his neat, tight scrotum with the involuntary movements of his balls within, his neat anal star below and the pure white of the neat buttocks framing both.
Freeing my arms I licked my index finger and pressed it upon the opening of his anus, the muscle tight around my finger end and gently massaged the area around the opening. Jimmy seemed to enjoy this new experience and his bum wriggled obligingly which allowed the tip of my finger to slip inside his rectal opening. I allowed him to set the pace while lying back enjoying the suckling of his boyish mouth on my cock.
It wasn’t long before my whole finger was insider his body and I gently started to take the initiative by easing my digit in and out of his bum-hole gradually opening him up, something that he was clearly enjoying eventually allowing a second finger inside and intruding deeper in him, probing and swirling with his sphincter muscle appreciably relaxing. A groan slipped from him as I massaged his youthful prostate and I knew that I was on the right track!
It was now time to move to the next phase!
Easing Jimmy onto his knees but keeping my fingers in him I was rewarded by the sight of the smooth, neat globes of his buttocks, which held apart by my other hand revealed the delight of his rectal star still with my fingers inserted. They slid out leaving a small gaping hole and I lined my cock up it, the bell end nestling at the boy’s entrance – and shuffled forward slowly pushing forward and watching as the end slid home into the well lubed entrance. Jimmy gasped as he realised that he was going to be fucked for the first time and pushed back onto me in his enthusiasm. There was a sudden gasp of pain as he pushed onto me too quickly and I pulled back.
“Steady on – not too fast – we have to go slowly or it will hurt – make as if you are doing a dump and push back as you feel comfortable”.
The lesson of the pain was not lost on him and after the along had subsided Jimmy started to ease back and my cock shaft slowly entered his rectum and I judged it the right time to start to fuck him more regularly. My thrusts became more urgent as his sphincter slackened and soon I was fucking him hard, deep and with rapid thrusts, interspersed by slow moves in him.
I held back as I didnt want to shoot my load too quickly and also wanted to give Jimmy the full experience of sexual enjoyment and top fuck me.
So taking our time and using lots of good lube we fucked each other in the warm sun and this was the start of a series of meetings that lasted all summer, whenever I could get to Ripon.
Yes, the youth of now are deprived of these experiences……..
[email protected]
(M, m, first gay).
As a teenager in the UK when I reached puberty I, like so many of my male contempories enjoyed the opportunities offered by the plentiful provision of “cottages” maintained by thoughtful local Councils – primarily as public conveniences but regularly used for the purpose of a meeting place for uncomplicated and instant sexual gratification between men. I learned much from those experiences and the knowledge that on having the urge – which was then pretty frequent – one could walk into a “Gents” lavatory and have the good chance of finding a convenient hole bored through the partition of one of the cubicles (and often several partitions!) complete a small ritual of displaying ones erect cock, receiving the covert signal of a finger rested on the lip of the hole, inserting ones cock and immediately having it enveloped by a warm mouth or sometimes having it slowly impaled upon a tight anus was a real delight. As an example of instant gratification at its ultimate, so readily available; no complications and taking as long or as quick as you chose it was one of the joys of that era. It was also, judging by how the holes in some of the Victorian “cottages” had been worn smooth and by the ancient semen stains decorating them, a pleasure enjoyed by many previous generations.
Sometimes, able to linger I too would make my mouth or anus available to the visitor and receive the seminal offerings of several ages, whose ages, class or other social variation was both unknown and irrelevant. Sometimes in cottages in quieter public parks or rural situations more overt gatherings allowed several guys to enjoy more open pleasurings while some kind person kept watch; or arrangements were made to meet elsewhere but primarily the role of the “glory-hole” as I soon discovered that it was called was for a more fleeting encounter.
My visits to these palaces of delight continue to this day but sadly most are now closed and the educational aspect offered to young males of exploring the delight of uncomplicated sexual encounters with other males now largely denied to boys today. When thinking of these experiences with one such a particular series of encounters some years ago came to mind as typifying the experience offered.
The setting is the ancient but tiny City of Ripon in North Yorkshire, a City only by virtue of its cathedral church, it is a warm June day and just around four in the afternoon and I am seated in the old Gents lavatory serving the car parks for the town square and what passes for the bus station.. I am idly resting back on the old fashioned flush down pipe, my shorts around my feet and wanking to the various drawings, descriptions of encounters and invitations for similar when I heard someone enter the next cubicle. I quietly drew my shorts over my knees but half hidden continued my leisurely wank.
The etiquette in such places was that one hung a single sheet of lavatory paper over the hole (and before you ask, adheres by a small amount of saliva) and should the person entering be interested this could be either removed or disturbed allowing the encounter to proceed without upsetting the disinterested). Some were more blatant and wanked openly to any observer through the hole but I was a little more discreet.
There was a short pause and various movements but no indication of interest so my shorts were again allowed to slip forwards and my erect cock allowed to stand proud from my groin as I wanked to a particularly lascivious sketch of a trio of guys fucking, the middle one enjoying being penetrated while embedded in the bum of the third. Very nice!
I was enjoying the steady rhythm of my hand flexing up and down my circumcised cock - a reasonable 7.5 inches - when I noticed that the loo paper was being raised and I knew that I had an audience. I slowly stood and shuffled forward and the paper was raised still further and then fluttered to the floor giving my neighbour a full view. This situation continued for a short while but no signal or overt invitation followed so I decided to take the initiative and advancing slid my prick through the hole in the old wooden partition. At first no reaction: at least no objection was raised so I left it there and then after a few moments it was grasped and a tentative wanking began, quite pleasant but I had been hoping for a bit more! After a bit more of this I decided to pull out and entice my new friend to put his cock through and duly gave the usual invitation. There was a long pause, to the point where I was just deciding to give up and a relatively small cock appeared tentatively at the opening. However it was nicely formed and the neat foreskin was half drawn back, the shaft only half way through the hole.
Squatting, I quickly clasped it in my mouth and drew it to me sucking gently and coaxing it forward. The stem was gratifyingly rigid and the skin a silky soft as it slid over the hard inner. The owner emitted a loud groan, sufficient to cause me to worry that he should cause us to be discovered. Soon it was clearly at its full length and the owner began a rapid thrusting into my mouth. Within a few such thrusts I felt the cock stiffen, a few more rapid thrusts and a series of jets of semen jetted into me, copiously coating my mouth.
He slowly withdrew and left me savouring thee viscous liquid left behind, surprisingly sweet and fresh, compared to some guy’s spendings! I swirled it around my mouth and then let it slide down my throat leaving the distinct taste and sensation of fresh cum adhering to my mouth.
There was the usual bustling and my companion, having orgasmed adjusted his clothes and was gone leaving just the sound of flushing water. The rest of that session was relatively uneventful: I did finally get sucked off quite pleasantly and obliged him also and departed thinking no more of it.
It was several days later that I found myself back in Ripon and having finished for the day parked discreetly and made my way through the pleasant old town to the lavatory and only then did my thoughts turn to the first cock of my previous visit – I had been remembering it several times in my wank fantasising: it was such an elegant shape, small but perfectly formed as the expression goes and the skin so soft, the spunk so sweet! Did I dare hope that it might pay another visit?
Sure enough my friend from earlier turned up and this time was clearly a little bolder and was quick to thrust his delightful cock through the hole. Wary of his over-rapid climax I deliberately moderated the pace and every time I sensed that he was approaching his climax I lifted off and gently stroked his soft stem, still enjoying the soft nature of his white skin. Determined to get him to reciprocate I finally lifted off entirely and standing rubbed the end of my cock on his and gradually pushed him back following his cock through the hole until my pubis bone was hard against the well-worn wood.
As so often before I mused as to how many other cocks, most long gone from this world had enjoyed pleasure over the hundred years or more of this places existence? Then abruptly I stopped my musing as I felt a mouth closing on the bell end of my straining member and a tentative licking then and actual enveloping of the stem. This was more like it!
Gradually the interchange developed its usual alternating routine but I was filled with a desire to see and feel more of my sweet tasting companion so in between one such interchange I whispered that he should come into my cubicle or I into his. Now while discreet use of the “glory-hole was one thing and relatively safe it was risky being in the same cubicle together as the risk of being caught was very real but sometimes one took the risk and this was one such occasion.
There was some hesitation after I made the suggestion and I assumed that he was not going to go with it but then the whisper: “Come in here”.
Quickly I made myself tidy and was out of my door as fast as I was able. I took a quick look out of the door of the gents. There was no-one around, the small town car park slumbered in the sunshine and I darted back and pushed on his door. It eased open and I bundled in slipping the bolt as I did do. Turning around I was confronted by the object of my recent attentions and I realised why his cock had been so neat: there stood a tousled haired boy of about thirteen or at the most f******n in his school uniform, that of the local Grammar School, his young cock standing proud still wet from my having just been sucking him.
To say that I was surprised would be a classic understatement in fact given his age I was horrified but then recalled how at a similar age I had enjoyed the facilities of local “cottages” near my boarding school and guess that he was learning just as I had been about the pleasure that can be taken in another male body. The risk of consequences should we be caught had just risen inordinately and I knew that we couldn’t stay here.
I thought fast and decided.
“Would you come somewhere with me in my car – I know somewhere safe and will drop you back – it will be safer than here”, I whispered hoarsely, my lust at the part sight of his body causing my cock to get even harder than it had been.
A quick nod and he rapidly readied himself. Now for the risky part – he, clearly a local boy and in his distinctive school uniform, could easily be spotted accompanying a stranger to his car and all hell likely to break loose!
I described my car and where I would be telling him to follow in a few minutes and receiving another nod I carefully eased back out of the door wondering as to what was going to happen next.
Sitting in my car at our discreet rendezvous I was still in two minds as to the wisdom of this meeting but decided that I would leave it in his hands (no pun intended) and if he came could at the very least give him some tips both as to sexual pleasure and safety in using public lavatories. If he didn’t come there was nothing lost.
He came! I patted his knee as he clipped on the seat belt driving carefully out of town and heading towards the race course where I knew there was an old lane that was hardly used and pulled over well screened from the road.
We glanced at each other in a sudden awkward silence then both broke into a light laugh.
“I’m John” – “James – or Jimmy my friend responded”, a smile brightened his face and without more ado he started to wriggle out of his clothes and I realised that what had happened in the lav was just a preliminary so taking the queue I followed suit and soon we were both naked and stroking each other exploring the two very different bodies, his slight, smooth and with barely a fuzz of pubic hair. Mine muscled and smooth also – I have shaved since puberty but my cock a real contrast to his not just in size but the skin was tanned my being a nudist and the skin of a far more weathered texture. I realised again why he had tasted so good those times through the glory-hole and leant across to enjoy him again this time stroking his smooth young body, inducing groans from him and provoking a long overdue spasming eruptions of semen into my mouth.
In our relaxed chat following I continued to wank and he took over as we chatted. It seems that he had only gone into that “Gents” that first day we met having been told by friends that guys went there for sex and had very little previous experience apart from recently started to wank and had enjoyed a couple of mutual wanks with friends. The experience with me had been repeated with a couple of other adults but he wanted more and hoped that we could do more together.
We did! We slipped out of the car in the warm sunshine and lay on the springy grass. Lying back I looked at his naked body, smooth with youth, not yet fully formed but with all the charm of his age. My hands explored him marvelling at the firm softness of his skin while Jimmy did the same to me seeming particularly fascinated by my cock. I eased him over my chest so that he could continue his exploration of my cock while I could enjoy the sight of his neat, tight scrotum with the involuntary movements of his balls within, his neat anal star below and the pure white of the neat buttocks framing both.
Freeing my arms I licked my index finger and pressed it upon the opening of his anus, the muscle tight around my finger end and gently massaged the area around the opening. Jimmy seemed to enjoy this new experience and his bum wriggled obligingly which allowed the tip of my finger to slip inside his rectal opening. I allowed him to set the pace while lying back enjoying the suckling of his boyish mouth on my cock.
It wasn’t long before my whole finger was insider his body and I gently started to take the initiative by easing my digit in and out of his bum-hole gradually opening him up, something that he was clearly enjoying eventually allowing a second finger inside and intruding deeper in him, probing and swirling with his sphincter muscle appreciably relaxing. A groan slipped from him as I massaged his youthful prostate and I knew that I was on the right track!
It was now time to move to the next phase!
Easing Jimmy onto his knees but keeping my fingers in him I was rewarded by the sight of the smooth, neat globes of his buttocks, which held apart by my other hand revealed the delight of his rectal star still with my fingers inserted. They slid out leaving a small gaping hole and I lined my cock up it, the bell end nestling at the boy’s entrance – and shuffled forward slowly pushing forward and watching as the end slid home into the well lubed entrance. Jimmy gasped as he realised that he was going to be fucked for the first time and pushed back onto me in his enthusiasm. There was a sudden gasp of pain as he pushed onto me too quickly and I pulled back.
“Steady on – not too fast – we have to go slowly or it will hurt – make as if you are doing a dump and push back as you feel comfortable”.
The lesson of the pain was not lost on him and after the along had subsided Jimmy started to ease back and my cock shaft slowly entered his rectum and I judged it the right time to start to fuck him more regularly. My thrusts became more urgent as his sphincter slackened and soon I was fucking him hard, deep and with rapid thrusts, interspersed by slow moves in him.
I held back as I didnt want to shoot my load too quickly and also wanted to give Jimmy the full experience of sexual enjoyment and top fuck me.
So taking our time and using lots of good lube we fucked each other in the warm sun and this was the start of a series of meetings that lasted all summer, whenever I could get to Ripon.
Yes, the youth of now are deprived of these experiences……..
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