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Near where I used to live there was an area of Common Land which was well supplied with trees and bushes and was a well known place for casual, gay, sex pick-ups. I'd had various adventures there but one day decided to try something different. I used some towelling fabric to make myself a sort of napkin (diap** in USA ). With it nice and snug under my jeans I set out. I didn't take long to meet a young man and we got chatting; obviously we both knew why we were there so quickly started talking about sex and what we liked. Turned out he was into water sports and we discussed what he liked. Although he tried not to be obvious it was clear that this was exciting him and he had to keep getting his cock into more comfortable positions in his jeans. This started to turn me on as well so I also had to adjust my cock and made sure that it was comfortably upright inside my napkin. This was too good a chance to miss so without telling him I decided to let my piss go. It was difficult at first but after the first spurts started to wet the cloth round my cock it became easier to let it flow. Fantastic feeling as my semi hard cock was bathed in lovely hot piss which soaked into the cloth and kept it nice and wet but didn't soak through to my jeans. Just talking had obviously got him turned on as he kept having to adjust what was now obviously a nice hard-on. When I confessed that I was wetting myself he got even more turned on and whipped out a very hard cock. Before I had a chance to get hold of it he gave it a few frantic rubs and shot his load. This made me most excited and my own cock was as hard as could be. However, I decided to wait before taking it in hand and releasing the pressure so when he rushed off I carried on walking around with my cock snug in the warm embrace of my piss-soaked napkin; I'll deal with what happened next in another post!

Near where I used to live there was a piece of rough land that had plenty of trees, bushes and pathways. It was a good place to get away from or perhaps to meet other people. I should guess that every sort of sexual activity happened there at some time.

It was a popular place for men to cruise and at almost any time of day or night there would be a few guys looking for a compatible partner. I suspect it's now known as a good dogging spot.

One day I was up there wandering about to see who else might be around and interested/interesting. Before long this guy came along on his mountain bike. He stopped and said "hello". He was wearing a tee-shirt and those nice tight, stretchy, cycling shorts. He stood with one foot resting on a pedal so that his left thigh was level with the ground. As we chatted he needed to rearrange himself to keep comfortable. I soon realised that there was an interesting bulge growing down the left leg of his shorts. Obviously either he wasn't wearing any underwear or it was small enough for his prick to have escaped.

The next time he reorganised himself I realised that the pink tip of his prick was winking at me out of the leg of his shorts. I asked him if he would like me to help with his problem, the way his prick jumped answered for him before he could say a word. I moved closer and put my hand on his prick. It was nicely firm and felt really hor through the thin material of his shorts. I'd only stroked it a few times when it got really hard and was straining to get out. I gently pushed his shorts up and out of the way and was able to get all of his prick and balls exposed.
He was un-cut and I pushed his skin backards and forwards over his tip a few times which got him absolutely rock hard and twitching. He told me to slow down a bit as he was so turned on that he would come quickly if I carried on.

I adore playing with hard pricks and making them shoot, maybe it's some sort of power or control thing but I can't always take a long time over it. Because I knew I was going to make him come quickly I decided to compensate him by sucking him off. I started wanking him fast and kneeled down in front of him and took as much of his prick into my mouth as I could. That did it, a couple of strokes and a few sucks with my lips and he was gasping and fucking my mouth and coming like he'd never stop.

When he had shot everything he had I didn't swallow it although it was a big mouthful. I quickly unzipped myself and whipped out my own hard prick. Spitting his great load of cum into my hand I used it to make my own prick slippy - it only needed a few rubs and I was soon having a great climax shooting all over the place.

I didn't ever meet up with him again but the memory of the event is great to bring to mind.  Like now, it always turns me on, so I'm going to have to stop typing and wank the hard prick that is peeking out from under my desk and needing attention, so here goes...
now, where did I put my box of tissues?

Once upon a time, I used to visit a "cottage" in West London where there were gloryholes between the three cubicles.

I was in the one in the middle; to my right a guy was havig a quiet wank which was nice to watch and quite a turn-on. After a while a guy came into the one to my left. When he sat down I could see through one of the gloryholes that he was wearing a red silk basque with black lace trim. He sat and played with himself for a while and must have noticed that I was wanking as well - he stood up and I noticed that he was beckoning to me through another hole that was about cock height from the floor.

I assumed that he wanted me to put my cock through the hole so that he could wank it for me. My cock did the thinking and I stood up and put my now very hard cock through the hole. I'd done this before so I knew how it would feel if he took me in hand or if he sucked me.

However, this was a very different sensation - something quite tight and warm had engulfed my cock. I realised that he had got into position and pushed his arse onto my hard cock. Without realising, I was buggering my first guy! He was good and this was obviously not the first time he'd done it. All I had to do was push my cock as far through the gloryhole as I could and he did all the rest; sliiding on and almost off my really throbbing, hard cock. I held on for as long as I could but eventually had to shoot my load. He must have thought it was a hosepipe up his arse I came so much. He held me in place as long as he could, gently squeezing the last drops out of my cock but eventually it lost its hardness and we separated.

Both of us sat down so as to clean up. I left then and found that there were several guys waiting to use the cubicle after me. I wonder how many cocks he managed to take that session. Sadly I never saw him there again although I always kept a lookout for what I thought was probably his Rover car.

Some time ago when I rented a small suite of offices, one of the reps that called on us regularly, popped in and suggested that we try out a new wine bar that had recently opened nearby. As usual my secretary, A, came along as well. Having drunk far more than usual at lunchtime we were feeling very mellow when we got back to the office. Let me explain the layout, there was an outer office/reception area where my secretary operated and an inner office which opened off it where I worked.

Having got a much needed cup of coffee we were all in my office. I don't remember how it happened but we ended up sitting side-by-side with A in the middle and Phil on A's right and me on her left. The chat became rather suggestive as it does after boozing. Pretty soon I am kissing A in a pretty heavy way and hoping that Phil will soon leave so that A and I can get down to something seriously sexy. Phil then makes a mock serious complaint that it's not fair that he is being left out and what about his turn. To my amazement A took him up on this and starts snogging with him. For a while we take it in turns just to snog. After a bit while A and Phil were snogging I decided to join in and groped her left breast. No screams or anything thank goodness. Not long after I've got her buttons undone and Phil and I have a breast each to play with. A is just sitting back and enjoying the attention. I've just moved on and put my hand on her knee when the phone rings.

Guessing that it is a customer that I have been waiting to hear from I take the call. I was right and get out his file and start discussing my proposals. A and Phil go into the outer office and shut the door - I assume that this is because A realises that the call is not one for Phil to overhear.

After I've finished my call, I hear Phil call me from the other room. I open the door and cannot believe my eyes at what I see. First a jumbled pile of clothes and then I see them on the floor behind the counter shagging like mad things. At that time I'd only ever seen porno pictures and movies; cerainly no live shows so this was totally mind-blowing to see people actually shagging on the floor at my feet. Not wanting to be left out I knelt down beside them and reached between their legs and had a feel around. Phil positioned himself so that I could feel her clit and lips and get a finger into her pussy while he carried on sliding his prick in and out. Although being behind the counter probably meant we were safe from being seen from outside we decided that it would be better to go back into my office..

While I was stripping off they got back down to shagging. feeling very much the spare prick at the party I mainly watched, had a bit of a grope around but mainly sat back where A could see me and slowly wanked myself while enjoying the show. After a while, I asked if I could have a turn and Phil pulled out and I took his place, or rather A's place and a nice warm and wet one it was too. I encouraged Phil to lie close to us so that A could play with him and keep him turned on. I shagged her for a while and then let Phil get his prick back up her.

We must have been going at it for ages and A's cunt was getting a thorough pounding. I was afraid that if we went on for too long she would decide that she had had enough and call a halt. I hadn't come when I was fucking her before and I now had a raging hard-on that I wanted to get right up her and dump my load. At this point I reminded her that it was OK for me to come up her because I'd had a vasectomy but that she wasn't using any birth control herself. She said that it should be alright but Phil said, "no problem, I'll pull out in good time!". I think this must have turned him on even more because he really started to thrust away furiously. No prick could take that much friction without bursting and sure enough it was no time at all before he started rapid fucking and then suddenly pulled right out and sat back with his prick pumping out great gobs of cum all over the place.

I was between A's thighs and had my prick right up her cunt before he'd finished and it didn't take much frantic fucking before I felt I was going to burst and ramming my prick up as far as it would go dumped a magnificent load as far in as I could. We were very relieved when A's period came on a couple of days later and she very soon got herself on the pill so as not to have to worry on future occasions.

I found out later that Phil and his wife were into wife swapping parties. Phil told me that although she was happy to fuck with lots of men at a party, she would not let anyone but Phil come inside her no matter what she got up to or how many pricks she had up her during a party. Her other rule wasthat no matter what Phil got up to he was only to cum inside her. I was sorry that I never got the chance to go to one of their parties and shag her although it would have been ironic justice that I would not have been able to cum in her just as Phil hadn't been able to with my wife A...!

To this day I'm still amazed that I did what I'm about to recall.

I used to work in Central London and used to get a lift in and out in a friend's car. One evening on the way home I realised that I really should have had a piss before leaving my office. I tried to ignore the growing pressure in my bladder because there was obviously no chance for stopping for a loo break in the rush hour. In an attempt to ease the situation I stealthily moved my cock so that it was pointing up my stomach: the idea was that if I could think my way to a hard-on it would take my mind off the growing problem in my bladder. This was not really successful and all I'd done was to add horniness to the piss problem.

After a while I decided that there was only one thing I could do and that was to try to piss myself a bit to relieve the strain. I guess you can imagine how difficult it was to actually start to piss in this situation. Eventually I managed to let some flow and felt a nice warm feeling in my lap. Fortunately I was wearing a dark suit so didn't think there was any risk of anything showing. My main concern was not to do too much in case I left a puddle on the seat when I got out at journey's end. By the time we got to my flat I was feeling really randy and enjoying the warm wetness around my cock and balls. I deliberately slid sideways across the seat in the hope that,  I'd mop up any evidence. Fortunately there was no trace of my "accident". and I rushed indoors. I headed straight into the bathroom, took my stiff cock in hand and started wanking. It didn't take much rubbing to produce a splendid and much needed cum.

The following really are true experiences.

My first "normal" sexual experience with a girl was when I was very young. Visiting friends of my parents I was put to bed with their, slightly older than me, daughter, (Oh! the innocence of parents!) because we were tired but my folks didn't want to leave yet. She wanted to do the usual "show me yours and I'll show you mine" - I reluctantly agreed but didn't really want to play. My first ever sexual experience had been some time earlier when I invented a tickling game with Hugh, a male friend, where the area available for tickling was limited to the area covered by our shorts. As I'd enjoyed being tickled/groped by Hugh, I can only put my reluctance to play the game with Maureen down to fear of discovery as the "tickling" game had been interrrupted by my mother!

When a lad, on holiday with my parents, I was by myself in a cartoon theatre when the man beside me started stroking my thigh. This felt rather nice and I didn't object. He then moved his hand up and started gently squeezing and stroking my "private" bits. As I had been told never to let anyone touch me there I asked him, politely, to stop; even though it felt nice; after a few attempts to persuade me to let him carry on, he stopped and moved away. With twenty-twenty hindsight I'm sorry that I stopped him and wonder if he would have asked me to return the favour and what I'd have got into ... his flies probably!

After another couple of years, I had moved up to a boys only grammar ***** (I'm English BTW so UK readers will know what age I'm talking about and had discovered masturbation while looking at pictures of girls in swimming costumes. One afternoon I was in the home of a friend and we were talking about the Boy Scouts which Brian had joined and I was thinking about joining. I had bought a second-hand copy of "Scouting for Boys" and was telling Brian about a way of rescuing an injured person from a smoke filled building.

The idea was to crouch over the injured party and drag them out on their back. I didn't think I was explaining it very well and offered to show him what I meant. There was nobody else in the apartment. I got Brian to lie down on his back and I knelt down astride him with my knees near his hips. The idea was that he would lock his hands together behind my neck and that I would crawl forward on my hands and knees while he held on tight so that I would slowly drag him along, The idea was that his legs were injured. This worked remarkably well but it did bring his body very close to mine and there was a fair amout of contact between us. I found this somewhat stimulating.

I carried on the demonstration until I got into his bedroom and got his injured body onto his bed. If someone has been in a smoky atmosphere then of course it is desirable to loosen their clothing to help them breathe. Thus, I unbuttoned his shirt and then carried on by unfastening his trousers and easing them and his y-fronts down his thighs. I seemed perfectly natural to then stroke and play with the delights that I had exposed. I could not get him aroused but after a while he asked me if I would show him what I would do if he was a girl!

I'd not a lot of actual experience but had a good theoretical idea from the movies and an inventive imagination! Thus, I kissed him and played with and kissed his nipples. I was kneeling beside his bed but made no move to join him or even to get him to do anything to me. I'd a theoretical idea of male /female sex but nobody had told me of the thngs that male could do to male! Looking back I'm surprised that I didn't ask him to do something about the erection I developed or take myself in hand and show him what I could do.

It was many years after, that I found out about such things as bi/homosexuality and the fact that most people put themselves into clearly labelled categories. I still think that most of us are "sexual" and that different things and people appeal in different degrees and at different times. I still keep an open mind and grab whatever opportunities are offered without bothering about the gender of the one making the offer.

I became a regular wanker and started at grammar ***** at around the same time. I'd enjoyed getting erections and wet dreams for some time but then realised that I could play with myself and get that pleasure whenever I wanted. I started by rubbing myself in bed not really thinking about anything but how nice it felt. Later I moved on to looking a pictures of girls while jerking off. One night I was getting to the point of no return, in bed, when my mother came into my room without me hearing her. I froze and stopped rubbing myself and my fist gripped my hard-on without moving. However, I was so turned on that my body carried on reacting even though I was not moving and I erupted all over myself under the bedclothes! Rather a close call...

Some time after I found out that my best friend did the same sort of things and we used turn ourselves on by talking about sex and doing sexy things while together. One time we were out in the country in some woods and we found a rope hanging from a tree. I'm not sure how we justified it but we both stripped off completely naked and were making like Tarzan swinging on the rope. John was soon sporting a fine erection and swinging upside down on the rope. Suddenly, he came and ejaculated all over himself. I confess I found this quite a turn-on. Subsequently he'd let me touch him from time to time. Once he was ill in bed with something minor and I was visiting and I could not resist putting my hand under the covers and grabbing his cock and giving it a quick wank.

At the same time as all was going on I was also trying to get to know girls better and still fantasised about doing sexy things with them. I regularly masturbated while looking at pictures of girls or fantasising about them. I didn't think this was anything but a normal state of affairs but, of course, it really meant that I had disdcovered that I was bisexual. Even so, it was very many years before I realised that not everyone had the same inclinations and didn't lust after both men and women.