Two years after I arrived in Nottingham as an eighteen-year-old in 1970, I began working in a temporary job lasting for six months in the historic town of Newark, with its lovely old buildings, castle, and English Civil War heritage. It wasn’t long before I looked for the different toilets in the town and visited them to assess their potential. There were three toilets very close to the town centre which were regularly used by men for sexual activities, and I had every intention of making the most of what they offered while I had the opportunity to do so.
With an hour to kill one afternoon, I called in at the toilets near the old Butter Market. These long-since-gone toilets were normally so busy, that it was unusual to leave disappointed. On this particular day, I was pleased that one of the middle cubicles in the row was vacant because this was a great place for understall play. With any luck, I would get some action from each adjoining side, but on this occasion, I didn’t need the choice.
The floors showed signs of wiped-up cum and, occasionally, a pool of it left where it had fallen, so I removed my trousers and pants, hung them on the hook, and sat down on the toilet. I could tell from the shadows on the floor of the cubicle to my left that the guy in there was stroking. I looked under the fairly wide gap at the bottom of the wall and I think he noticed me as, in no time at all, a hand appeared that invited me to play. I squatted down, and the hand wrapped itself around my hardening cock, giving it a gentle rub and a squeeze before it withdrew.
I then saw two knees appear on the floor as he knelt down, no doubt hoping that I would reciprocate. These looked like the knees of a young man, and I eagerly reached under, stroked his thigh, and working my way up, felt his loosely hanging balls before reaching his rock-hard erection. My fingers were sending messages to my brain telling me what this cock that I couldn’t yet see was like. It was quite large with a prominent head which I ran my fingers over as I explored this piece of male anatomy with my hand.
While I did this, he was writing me a note, which he slipped under the wall. It said that he had a flat nearby, and did I want to go there to play? Did I? You bet I did! I scribbled, ‘yes, meet you outside’, passed the note back, dressed, and left the cubicle.
Waiting outside near the toilet entrance was an attractive-looking, nicely dressed young lad about my age, who smiled as he looked at me and said his place was just a two-minute walk away, down by the castle. My heart was thumping as I strode alongside this cute, blond, curly-haired boy, who told me his name was Jos (short for Joseph apparently).
We soon reached his small flat on Castle Gate and went inside. He was certainly keen because straightaway he ran his hand over my erection as I took off my coat, shirt, and tie. He then undid my trousers and helped me slip them off. He sucked my erection through my pants before releasing my cock and taking it deep into his mouth. I could tell that this was going to be good as he ran his hands up and down my legs, and felt my arse before tickling my balls.
It was now my turn to touch his bulge, slip down his jeans and see his manhood for the first time. I pulled away his pants to reveal an impressive penis – a little bigger than mine. At its base grew a patch of fine, blond pubic hair, and his clear-skinned shaft was topped by the most gorgeous head. What an absolute beauty!
My tongue worked his piss slit and I soon tasted pre-cum. Jos then took my hand, led me to his bedroom, and pulled me onto the double bed where we explored every inch of each other’s bodies. Jos was a bottom and keen to be fucked. He was familiar with many different positions and I found myself fucking him in ways I had never done before. We finished up with him lying on his back and me standing between his legs at the end of the bed, my penis in his bum and my left hand stroking his magnificent cock. We took delight in the pleasure we were giving each other until neither of us could wait any longer.
Jos said, “I’m desperate to cum,” and, as I worked his glans with my hand, I felt my own cum welling up from my balls. As I released jets of cum deep inside him, he hardened even more and seven or eight spurts of semen gushed from him onto his chest. Our climaxes took our breaths away. My cock softened in his anus and as his cock softened in the palm of my hand, our bodies separated. We embraced, kissed, and lay for ten minutes in the afterglow of brilliant sex.
I got to know Jos quite well during that summer of 1972, after some very erotic evenings, with our sex going on long into the night. New laws in 1967 had made gay sex legal in private, but public opinion had yet to find it acceptable. The irony of the circumstances in which we first met in the dangerous world of cottaging, was not lost on either of us. The privacy afforded by Jos’s flat gave us safety, but outside that, we had to be careful.
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Jos had a good friend, Nico, whom he had known from his schooldays and always had the hots for, so much so that they had shared a bed occasionally. When I got to hear about Nico, the idea of a threesome entered my mind and I suggested this possibility to Jos who jumped at the idea. He agreed to try and set something up with his friend. All this was long before the Internet and social media, so communicating sometimes took time.
A few days later, Jos called me to say he had organised a meetup at the house of Paul, one of Nico’s friends who was dead keen to join in and make up a foursome. In a fortnight, Paul would have the house to himself while his parents were away for the weekend, and this would be an ideal time to get together. We arranged to be there on Saturday afternoon and could stay for twenty-four hours. When I heard this news, the thought of spending time with three testosterone-filled twenty-year-old twinks like myself, made me tingle with anticipation.
When the day came, I met Jos in Newark’s Market Square, and we walked to Paul’s place, about a mile out of town. Paul lived in a big old house on Charles Street, with a large secluded garden at the back. When we arrived, Nico was already there and I immediately noticed Jos greeted him with a playful feel of his groin. Nico was a tall, handsome, dark-haired, rugby type and it was easy to see why Jos found his strong body so attractive. Paul was more like Jos, with similar cute, boyish looks but with dark hair, styled like his Beatles namesake.
That August afternoon was fine, sunny, and warm, so, within no time, we were out on the lawn, drinks in hand, getting to know each other a little better. We engaged in small talk and a bit of banter, but there was no hiding the fact that we all knew what we were there for, with our bodies displaying telltale signs under our shorts.
Jos never waited long before he got going, and Paul and I both watched as he ran his hands over Nico’s tanned body. In no time at all both lads were down to their birthday suits with Nico’s tongue licking the shaft of Jos’s magnificent circumcised cock. I recalled the very first time that I did the same to him. For his age, Nico had a fine physique, muscular, strong, and manly. His dark-skinned torso contrasted with the fair skin of his pretty, fair-haired friend. Nico’s chest was hairy and his pubes were black and thick, surrounding a dark-looking penis of ample proportions, an organ that I would get to know intimately before too long. Although they had attended different schools, Paul knew Nico from a youth club they had both attended.
Watching Nico and Jos in action was so arousing that when I saw Paul standing next to me and squeezing his cock through his shorts, I instinctively reached out and felt his arse. The very private garden was an ideal place for sex in the sun, and as I looked at Paul, I wanted him so much. He wasn’t shy, and when he grabbed the waistband of my shorts and yanked them down, he was quickly on his knees and tonguing the head of my penis. He had obviously done this before as his mouth had the feel of velvet. His throat enveloped my shaft with his tongue continuously touching the sensitive spots below my glans sending shivers of pleasure throughout my body. My eyes focused on his handsome young face as he sucked me, and I couldn’t wait for the opportunity to strip him and explore his body.
I pulled him to his feet, removed his shirt, lowered his shorts, and began sucking his cock. It wasn’t a large one but his erection looked so sexy, with the tip of his moist glans showing beneath a foreskin that rolled back readily. I hadn’t been sucking him very long before he moaned and filled my mouth with his cum. I swirled it around and let Paul see it covering my tongue before I swallowed it all. Not much can beat the sweet taste of a young man’s cum.
In the meantime, the other two were now fucking like mad, with Jos on his knees, supporting himself with his elbows on a garden chair and Nico kneeling and pumping him hard from behind. Jos beckoned me over, opened his mouth, and took my cock, while Paul reached under and played with his erection.
All three of us were almost ready to cum, with Nico being the first to shoot his load into his willing partner. As his cock softened Nico withdrew, whereupon Jos rolled onto his back to make it easy for Paul to continue masturbating him until ropes of spunk shot out and settled around his nipples. Meanwhile, Nico came and stood behind me, reaching round to hold my rampant rod for the first time. He soon had me shooting my load over Jos and covering him in even more cum.