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Subject: Washroom Slut (Gay/Incest, oral, anal, b/MMM) Incest, oral, anal, b/MMM Author’s Note: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boys and men discovering their sexuality. It contains graphic scenes of sex between a consenting underage boy and adult males… If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Copyright 2018 Wolf, all rights reserved. You may contact me at ail if you like. All flames will be ignored. Washroom Slut By Wolf My father’s named Flinn, and he felt he needed a new start when my mother passed away from heart failure. We had relatives living in America. That was why he migrated from Limerick, Ireland to Portsmouth, New Hampshire when mt brother Shaun was 8-years-old and I was 2-years-old. Luckily Dad had secured a job as the head of the private library because of his Ph.D. in library science. We had to live with Dad’s brother’s family for a few months before was able to find a suitable home for the three of us. Dad bought a nice historical two-story home for us to settle down in. Although Dad was well educated, he was never able to lose his Irish brough. My brother and I quickly learned to speak like our New England neighbors. Our uncle had had a son the same age as my brother, and they became close buddies. We settled in quickly and made friends with our neighbors and classmates. When I was 8-year-old and my brother and cousin was 13-years-old I stumbled upon them masturbating each other in his bedroom. They took it upon themselves to include me to prevent me from telling Dad about what they were doing. They said, “Come on Aiden it is fun to jack-off! Join us?’ I joined them on his bed and they pulled down my pants, and they showed me how to jack-off. I did enjoy the feeling and when they started talking about sucking cocks, I willingly joined them in sucking cock. I got to taste both of their cum. Shaun introduced me to pornography on the computer. While showing me straight website occasionally a gay website would pop up. He would quickly delete it and tell me that you don’t want to look at that. When I had access to his computer when he wasn’t around, I discovered his login history had an equal number of gay and straight websites. It turned out that Shaun was a bisexual. Shaun and our cousin continued enjoying having me suck their cocks and swallow their cum. I continued to watch porn by myself and gravitated to the gay websites. I was fascinated by the young boys wearing tight tank top undershirts, tight short-shorts, and patent-leather pumps. They had long hair and wore makeup. In the videos, they tended to hang out in public restrooms and service adult men with their mouths and butt holes. I masturbated watching the videos and started looking for an object to stick up my ass to stretch my asshole. I wanted to find out where one of those men’s rooms like the videos was. Then I heard a rumor that the men’s room in the library was a notorious rumor hangout for gays. I started planning on how I was going to check the library. I rummaged through a box of my old outgrown clothes. I found a two-year-old T-shirt that fit me so tightly that my nipples showed through. Then I found an old pair of blue jeans I had cut off to make them into shorts. They were so tight I couldn’t wear any underwear and I had to struggle to button them up. They were so tight that they forced my cock and balls to one side. Looking at myself in a full-length mirror I thought I made a fetching girl with my curly red hair and green eyes. See the head of my un-cur dick poking out of izmit escort the ragged right leg of the shorts got me excited and my cock strained at the tight leg of the shorts. I found a pair of girl’s ballerina flats I could wear without socks That completed the look I was trying to achieve. I wasn’t brave enough to be seen in public dressed like that so I selected a long-waisted winter coat to conceal the way I was dressed. I had to take the public bus to get to the library. The bus driver gave me a strange crocked look when he saw my bare leg as I stepped up to get on board the bus. I was nervous and sat by myself in the back of the bus. I was even nervous because I feared that I could be confronted by entering the library, but I managed to enter without drawing any unwanted confrontations. I went downstairs to the periodical section and made my way to the back of the room where the men’s room was located. Entering the tailed room my nose was assailed by the smell of urine and commercial disinfectant. It was cleaner than I anticipated but there was still wet toilet-paper on the damp floor. Since the walls were tiled it was harder for graffiti to be scratched into the glassed tile. That’s not to say than vandals hadn’t managed to scratch obscene remarks on the mirrors and walls. Most of the poetic efforts had been applied by ‘Sharpies’ permanent markers. Pant on the metal partitions has been rubbed off from repeated marker removal. There were approximately ten adults in the bathroom. There were a couple of men standing t the urinals. If they were peeing, I couldn’t hear it. They were both obviously holding their cocks in such a way to allow other men to see them. There were at least two men sitting in the stalls with the doors open and their pants down. As I pasted their stalls thy whispered for me to join them and showed me their cocks. As I approached the back pf the room, I saw the feet of a man standing close to the partition to the next stall. Even though the doors were closed I cols see that someone was kneeling on the floor facing the partition. I leaned against the wall and waited for the two men using the last two stalls to finish an come out. I got some approving looks from men that came and went. I was a little shy about removing my coat just yet. Eventually, the man in the last stall stepped back faced the door, and opened it. We both took a good look t each other. He looked me up and down, winked, and wished me a good time. I was impressed by him. He looked to be bout six-feet-tall. Short brown hair with a mustache and dressed smartly in a business suit When the other man exited the second stall, I saw that he looked like a chubby college student. He took one look at me, winked and said, “Enjoy that stall my boy it has a good glory hole. Having watched gay videos for years I knew what a glory hole was and how to use it. I entered the last tall and closed the door. I looked around the interior of the stall. There was a hole in the metal partition separating the stall from the next one. I felt that I had better take my coat off and it on the toilet while I waited for someone to enter the next stall. While I waited, I entertained myself by reading the graffiti and looking at the crude drawings. I only managed to read the prows on one wall when I heard the stall door open to the next stall. I moved close to the hole to see what the man looked like. All I could see was that of a man from the waist down to his knees. From what I could tell the man hung his cot on the hook next to the door then he turned to face in my direction and me watched him unzip the front of his pants. I saw that he was wearing a wedding ring on his yahya kaptan escort left hand as reached in and pulled out his cock and balls out of his boxer shorts. I was impressed when I saw what he pulled out of his pants. His cock was rather dark in color with a large head with a far purple roll ringing the head. He stuck his cock through the glory hole. I took hold of his cock with a couple of fingers and my thumb. There was already a clear drop of pre-cum appearing at the hole of his cock. I licked the drop away and took his cock into my mouth. I swallowed as much of his cock as the partition would allow. It only took a few minutes to suck him off. I swallowed his cum and licked his cock clean before he withdrew his cock. I sat on the toilet and watched as much as I cold of him putting his cock back in his pants and straightening up his clothes. I had divided feelings about wanted to see what he looked lie and wanting to remain anonymous. The man put his coat back on and exited the stall. I was about to put my coat back on and leave when another man entered the stall. I watched as he pulled his pants down to his knees and stick a long un-cut cock through the glory hole. I was curious to find out if his cock would taste any different from a cut cock. I took hold of his cock and pulled the skin back and took a good look at his head. I saw that the head didn’t have that fatty collar and was rather flat on top. There was a strong pungent smell attached to his cock. I got my first look s cock with headcheese ringing just under the head. There was a ring of yellowish beads created by sluffed skin cells, urine, and possibly some cum. When I licked the headcheese up with my tongue it was bitter to the taste but my own cock responded by getting hard. I took hold of my cock and started masturbating myself while sucking the man’s cock. Just as before I swallowed his cum and sat back while he straightened up and left the stall. I gave him enough time to leave the rest-room before I put my long coat on and exited my stall. I no more than exited the stall than I was confronted by a big burly baldheaded man with a beard. He was wearing dirty blue jeans and a sweat-stained blue denim work shirt. He smelled of strong body order and sweat. He asked, “What do we have here, a sweet little twink?” He grabbed hold of me by the collar of my coat and pulled me lose and pulled the coat off of me. “Look at the way this sissy is dressed! You look like a streetwalker!” He pressed me up against the tiled wall and tugged on the front of my shorts until the five copper buttons popped open. The shorts were so tight he had to peel them down my legs. Having done so, my pale baby smooth bottom was exposed. The man grabbed my junk with his calloused hand and gave my cock and balls a squeeze. He spun me around and pressed me against the wall. I was aware that he was using his free hand to pull his own pants open. I knew what he was planning on doing to me and I feared that someone would walk in a report on what was going on. The prospect of landing in jail and having my father having to come down to bail me out scared the shit out of me. As soon as he had his cock out of his paints, he shoved it up to my asshole. The searing pain brought tears to my eyes and I whined with every thrust of his hips. With every thrust, he was driving my boner into the wall. The tears in my eyes made it hard for me to see all of the men watching. I heard several voices giving their approval of the wat the man was fucking me. When he finished cumming in my ass he put his cock back into his pants and left. I retuned to the toilet and sat down to try and gebze escort pass some shit along with the cum. I wiped my butt with several wads of toilet paper. I stuffed a wad of paper up my ass to prevent anything leaking. I pulled up my shorts and struggled to button them. I put my coat back on and walked slowly to the bus stop to return me home. When my ass recovered, I returned to the library restroom at least once a week. I became well known by the regulars. I grew bold enough to go down to the library wearing my slutty shorts and tight tank-tops. I almost had a claim on the least stall. I even got fucked bent over the stainless-steel sinks. One evening I was in my stall and was servicing any man that entered the next stall. I had sucked off three men when a man entered that seemed strangely familiar. When he stuck his cock through the hole, even the man’s uncut cock looked familiar. I skinned back his foreskin and cleaned his cock before sucking him off. When the man straightened up his clothes, I assumed he would simply leave the bathroom. I was sitting on the toilet waiting for the next guy to enter the next stall when my door was forced open. My heart almost stopped, standing there was the ma I had just sucked off. It was my FATHER! He grabbed my wrist and pulled me out and escorted him to the library parking lot and started driving me home. But he suddenly pulled his car into an alley behind a row of retail business es that was closed for the night. He parked in an isolated place and turned off the headlights. Turned towards me, “Aiden, how long have you been hanging out in that gay bathroom?” I thought I was going to get the hell beat out of me. I was in a panic state when I blurted out, “I have been sucking cocks there for five or six months!” Then I got bold enough to ask, “Why did you open the door to my stall?” “A close friend of mine told me that you sucked his cock last week and he hung around long enough to see you come out of the stall long enough to let another man fuck your ass.” Dad placed hand on the back of my neck and pulled me towards him and kissed me on the mouth. He ran his hand over my tight T-shirt, that made my nipples, that made my nipples tingle. Then he placed his hand on my lap. I had a boner that was pressing against the tight crotch of my shorts. I tried to resist when he pulled t the flap of my pants, but he was stronger than me and the buttons popped open. The crotch was so small that my balls were wedged underneath, so only my cock flopped out of my pants. Dad placed his hand on my cock and gave it squeeze. I almost pissed myself. He leaned over and took my cock into his mouth and ran his tongue under my foreskin and circled the head. his action felt like an ice cube had touched the head of my cock. I came into his mouth quickly. Dad pulled his seat back as far as it would go and unfastened his pants again. It was no wonder I had found his cock familiar, I had seen it many times growing up. This time I got to hold his balls while I sucked his cock. Shortly after I swallowed his cum Dad put his cock back in his pants and fastened them. Then he pulled I seat back into place and started the engine. As soon as we got home Dad took me into his bathroom and we showered together. He took me to bed with him. He spooned me and told me to lift my leg. When I did, he guided his cock to my asshole and rolled his hip to drive his cock up my ass. He fucked him and left his cock in my ass until it went soft and slid out of the hole. In the morning ab and I didn’t bother getting dressed for breakfast. My older brother was shocked when he entered the kitchen and saw Daddy with his cock in my ass. When he got over the shock, he stuck his cock in my mouth. Evenings at home became a lot of fun for me. un If you enjoyed the story and have a story you want me to write about your introduction to the world of male sexuality, please send your outline to ail

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