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A Glory Hole View

Without having any access to a gay group, I could only continue visiting toilets in the city where I knew I would get attention sexually from older men. It was very infrequently that I saw a young man present in these toilets. I think I stated in my previous encounter that I was like a honey pot to these older men by just being a teenager. Well, I think I need to add that these mature old men were all like honey pots to me. I was drawn to them as soon as I entered a toilet where they were. I just couldn't resist them. As soon as I joined them at the urinals my cock was hard and stiff in anticipation of what they would do to me. I would have my hard cock out in a few seconds and flashing it for all to see, desiring it got attention from them as quick as possible. I loved their cocks also and couldn't wait to get my hands on them. I remember on a number of occasions that there were up to seven or eight men around my young body all doing different things to me. My favourite was to be pushed up against a wall, my trousers and pants pulled down by them, my shirt raised up over my chest, and hands and mouths doing the most delightful things to me and giving me pleasures which had my head in a swirl. I used to stand and arch my back and thrust my buttocks forward so that my cock was out to its extremity. What a feeling that was, standing there, eyes closed, lapping up the gorgeous pleasures of hands, mouths,tongues, cocks, all heightening my sexual senses to the point where I ...

... abandoned all self control and just swam in the lust of sexual depravity. Men were kissing me, exploring my mouth with their tongues, wanking my cock, massaging and sucking my nipples, and the greatest pleasure of all, inserting their fingers into my ass-hole. Is it any wonder I am what I am today? Getting all these men, as a teenager, performing their perverted desires on my teenage body. They were experts at preparing young men like me as future cum sluts for their pleasure. These sessions would always end with me fucking one of them and cumming up them or one of them sucking me off after I had sucked them off. These sessions would last for up to an hour, an hour of pure sexual delight. One of the men during such an occasion asked me if I ever went to toilets in a certain park. I had never been there. But this suggestion lived with me for a couple of weeks. One Sunday morning I decided to go to this place to see what happens. It was a relatively large park and it took me some time to find the toilets. When I got to them there was no-one present so I just went into a cubicle to sit and wait, reading the filthy stories and invites for cock-fun on the walls. Even better, they had glory-holes. Shortly I heard footsteps and someone entered and came straight into the adjoining cubicle. I sat with my cock out wanking, knowing fine well that I would get attention. A finger came through the hole motioning for me to insert my cock. Within a minute or two of this man arriving, he was ...