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From: Tony Johns <escribo45@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: How it all started at 13 Part 1  M/t n/c
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This is posted by me but was written by a young firend of mine, Dean. His E-mail is Deanwaltham@hotmail.co.uk

How it all Started at 13 part 1  
  
Part 1
I have not led the life I should have and am only 
now coming to terms with that fact. What happened 
when I was 13 and in the years that followed had a 
major effect on my life and made me deny what and 
who I was. Having finally accepted what I am I can 
now look back and deal with the memories.
What I am going to tell you about happened in 
England, in Portsmouth actually. Some of you who 
know the area may even recognise the places I 
mention and the school I went to. I have changed 
the names of those involved as they may still be 
alive and might read this, or somebody who knows 
them might read it. I do not want any Policeman 
trying to make his name by prosecuting somebody 
for things that happened quite a few years ago 
either. 
I was 13 at the time and I went to school in 
Portsmouth, even though I lived 14 miles in a town 
called Fareham. I had a father who did not like me 
and was violent. He was a sportsman and loved 
sport. My brother was good at sport and I was not. 
I would try everything I could to make my father 
proud of me, to make him love me, or even notice 
me as something more than just a punch bag. It 
didn't work. My mother was over protective, but 
was also never satisfied. I always "could have 
done better" 
My mother paid for me to go to Saint John's 
College in Portsmouth, well Southsea actually but 
nobody in the US of A would have heard of Southsea 
whereas they might have heard of Portsmouth. I 
travelled down on the train and then walked the 
last two miles to the school. I had started just 
after my 13th birthday, which was at the end of 
August. Before that I went to a Secondary Modern 
school. [In UK we start at secondary school at age 
11 and leave at 16] I was pitifully shy and also 
thin, so I was a ripe target for bullies. I was 
also quite bright and liked school, so that made 
things even worse. After my sporty brother won a 
free place at a Grammar School my mother decided 
to send me to the school she had always thought of 
as the best in the area. St John's was a Catholic 
School where most of the teachers were, in fact, 
monks. The present problems with the Catholic 
Church in USA were rife in the school and I fell 
foul to their lust, but that is another story.
I was in that time when sexuality is coursing 
through a body, but there is no knowledge or 
understanding about it. I could not talk to my 
parents. My father would not talk to me at all and 
my mother was almost Victorian in her prudish 
attitude to sex. It had to find out on my own. I 
had all ready found out that it felt good to rub 
my hard cock and soon found the pleasure of 
shooting. It was my secret and I felt nobody else 
knew about things like that. I thought it was very 
dirty and probably against the law, but it felt so 
good. By accident I had found that some toilets 
had drawings and writing on the walls and so of it 
was really interesting. I never wanked off at home 
in case my parents found out. My brother was a 
sneak in every way. Telling my parents about 
things I did (sometime about things I had not done 
but he never bothered with the truth) and also 
sneaking around to catch me out. These toilets 
were not only a source of relief, but of knowledge 
and stimulation. I know it sounds naive, but it 
never crossed my mind that the holes in the walls 
went right through, and that men might be spying 
on me, for ages.
There was one toilet on my way from school to the 
railways station at a place called Fratton Bridge. 
It was one of those really old, possibly Victorian 
buildings. It had high gloss dark tiles on the 
walls, copper pipes and old cast iron cisterns. It 
was a really dirty smelly place, the walls were 
always covered in condensation and the floor was 
usually very wet. There were two cubicles at one 
end, and the urinals were along a wall at right 
angles to the cubicles. There was a zigzag type 
entrance so you couldn't see in until you had 
walked past these two short walls and the floor 
was concrete so you could hear anyone coming in. 
Also, and a big bonus to me, there were holes in 
the cubicle doors so you could see the men at the 
urinals. The walls of the cubicles were mostly 
tiles, but the upper part was painted in a green 
colour as I remember. The doors were painted a 
green/blue colour. Both the upper part of the 
walls and the doors had writing on them, and that 
was what interested me. I used to go in there on 
my way home and read the stuff people had written 
and have a quick wank (I jerked off for our 
American readers), and then run to the station 
about three hundred yards away just in time to 
catch my train. Sometimes I would wank off again 
in the train toilet on the way home.
I had been doing this for about two months when 
the event of this tale happened and my life was 
changed for ever. I was 13 years and six months 
old. I was slim and shy and fascinated by what I 
read on the walls of toilets. Sex just seemed 
exciting and yet dirty at the same time. I felt 
like I was the only one who did the things I did 
and thought the things I thought. I knew in some 
way it was wrong and I had to keep it a deep 
secret, but at the same time it felt so good. 
This evening it happened I went to the toilet as 
usual and went into the cubicle on the right as I 
faced them. The other cubicle door was ajar so I 
guessed it was empty and I thought I would change 
round when I had read everything new in the one I 
was going into. As the floor was wet I did what I 
usually did and hung my school blazer on a nail in 
the dividing wall. Then I took my trousers off and 
hung them up there too. I was soon reading and 
wanking. I sensed a movement to my right as I was 
reading stuff on the door and turned to see my 
trousers and jeans disappearing over the top of 
the dividing wall. I was terrified. I thought they 
were being stolen and I was going to be left 
wearing just my school shirt and tie, my pants 
(briefs for those in US of A), and my shoes and 
socks. I didn't know what to do. My erection 
vanished in seconds.
Then rolled up piece of paper came through the 
hole in the dividing wall. I opened it and read 
it. "If you want your clothes back open the door 
and I will give them to you"
I didn't know what to do. My pens were in my 
blazer pocket not in my school bag so I couldn't 
write anything back. I didn't know if the man who 
had sent to note was going to beat me up, or was a 
Policemen or what; but I knew I couldn't go home 
as I was. How could I explain loosing my trousers! 
I hesitated for a couple of minutes and then 
slowly slide back the bolt on the door.
I didn't have time to open the door. It was pushed 
open, this man came in, and he locked the door 
again behind him. He said nothing, hung my clothes 
back on the nail and sat on the seat. I looked at 
him.
He was fat and dirty, and looked ancient to me 
(turned out he was 53). He was wearing the uniform 
of a railway worker. There was a big yard at 
Fratton so it was not unusual to see railway men 
around. He looked disgusting, smelt dirty and had 
a leering smile on his face. He kept looking down 
at my crotch and it was only then that I realised 
my pants were down round my knees still.
I went to pull them up but he stopped me. He stood 
up, picked me up and stood me on the toilet seat. 
Then he grabbed by cock. He rubbed it but I was 
too scared so nothing happened. Then he leant 
forward and sucked it into his mouth. I tried to 
pull back but he held my bum so I couldn't. He 
started sucking my cock and even though I was 
scared to hell I felt I was getting hard again. I 
did get hard and it started to feel good. In fact 
it started to feel great and I think I must have 
moaned or something because he stopped for a 
second and said,
"Feels good don't it nipper" [NIPPER is a word for 
a male child used in UK sometimes]
I don't think I said much but I felt as lot as he 
went back to sucking me. I could feel that I was 
getting closer and closer and I knew I would come 
soon and I thought he would be angry if I did it 
in his mouth so I started to say 
"Stop stop" 
He carried on till I was almost shooting and then 
he stopped, stood up and lifted me down and sat me 
on the seat. Then he opened his fly, pulled out 
this huge fat cock and said,
"My turn now nipper"
I looked up at his face in horror and he was 
leering at me and holding the small fold over 
wallet I kept my train ticket and dinner money in. 
It also had my name and address written in it.
So you name is ********** and you live in Fareham 
do you. I knew then I was stuffed. He knew my 
name, my address and also, because I wore a school 
uniform, what school I went to.
"We'll keep this between ourselves if you are a 
good kid and do as you are told"
Then he lifted me off the toilet and on to the 
floor. He pushed my shoulders until I was sitting 
down on the toilet. He pulled my face towards that 
fat cock.
"Open you mouth now *****"
I could smell sweat and pee as his cock touched my 
face. I thought I was going to be sick. I could 
also see thick dark hair! I know it might sound 
strange but I had never seen an adult cock so I 
didn't know about pubic hair. I didn't have any 
and though that was normal for all males. I was 
both terrified and nauseated. I opened my mouth to 
ask him to stop and he pushed the end off his cock 
against my lips and teeth. 
"No teeth now nipper, just like I did it to you"
With that he pushed some more and the fat end 
slide into my mouth. He grabbed a handful of my 
hair and twisted.
"I said mind the teeth"
I did my best to keep my teeth out of his way. He 
groaned and pushed some more. More of that gross 
fat cock slid into my mouth and touched the back 
of my throat.
"Now suck it like I sucked yours, like you were 
sucking a lolly"
I tried to do what he said and sucked hard on it.
"That's it nipper, you're good; now slide up and 
down it at the same time"
I did what he told me, but it was difficult as I 
had no idea what he wanted really and was feeling 
sick with the taste and the smell. Before long I 
didn't have to worry about sliding up and down it 
as he took over. He was moaning and grunting and 
pushing his cock down my throat then pulling it 
almost out so the fat end was pushing against the 
back of my teeth.
"Oh god kid, yeah, keep sucking it, yeah keep 
sucking it, this is soo good oh yeah god yeah you 
are fantastic"
It was a stupid feeling, but somehow I felt sort 
of proud that I was making a grown up man feel so 
good and that a grown up man was saying nice 
things about me. Mt Dad ignored me at home, or 
joined my mum in criticising everything I tried to 
do. I still thought I was going to throw up 
especially when he forced the fat end down my 
throat. My jaw was hurting because it was being 
forced open more than it had ever been before, but 
in a way I also felt proud. He was grunting as 
well as talking now. My mind had not worked out 
what the extra noises meant. But I soon found out.
Suddenly he started to make like strangled 
grunting noises and he his body seemed to freeze 
and go stiff. He stopped pulling right out; just 
pulled back a little bit and then pushed hard in 
again a couple of times. The he gave one big 
shove, froze, made a loud sort of strangled scream 
and I felt his cock throb in my mouth twice.
It was then I realised what was going to happen 
but he had his hands on the back of my head, 
holding me pressed into his crotch as his cum 
pumped into my mouth and throat. It seemed like 
there was gallons of it. I was bitter and thick 
and tasted of cigarettes. 
I refused to swallow, but the result was that my 
mouth got flooded and it went into my nose. He 
rocked backwards and forwards about five or six 
times, just a little movement. He was like pulling 
back about an inch and then ramming his cock back 
down my throat, and each time he pumped more cum 
into my mouth, and that pumped some down my throat 
and back into my nose. In the end I had to swallow 
or I thought I would drown. It tasted horrible and 
I started retching. He held his cock in my mouth 
for a bit longer and it started to go soft. He 
pulled it out very slowly.
"Keep your lips closed over my cock and keep 
sucking it. Hold your tongue against the 
underneath as I pull out"
I was in a daze and did what he told me. I never 
realised he was getting me to clean his cock for 
him. Eventually he pulled it right out, slipped it 
back into his dirty underwear and did up his fly.
"My shifts mean I can't see you for about three 
weeks *****, but then I expect you to be here, on 
Monday in three weeks time. I will put a note on 
the door to make sure you know so keep checking"
"I can't do that. I don't like this"
"I didn't ask if you liked it of if you wanted to 
do it again ****.If you don't meet me again I will 
visit your school, or maybe you house. I know 
where you live and you go to St John's, I can tell 
from your uniform. I bet some of the monks would 
love to know you hang around toilets and suck 
men's cocks. (I later found out that what he said 
was very true, some of the monks did love just 
that sort of thing) . So you do as you are told and 
we will get along real good and have some great 
times together. See ya soon nipper"
With that he opened the door and left. I locked 
the door and started to cry. At the same time I 
started retching to get the cum out of me but it 
didn't work. I wiped my eyes and then wiped the 
cum that had run down my nose and face. I put my 
trousers and blazer on and picked up my bag. I 
pulled back the bolt on the door and opened it.
I hadn't worked things out. I just was not 
thinking right. There were two men in the urinals 
and they were wanking (jerking off) their cocks 
right in front of me. They must have heard 
everything and worked out what was going on.
"Come on kid, what about us now. Want to suck some 
more?"
I ran to the entrance and could hear them laughing 
behind me. I ran to the train station to catch my 
train. Who should I see walking along the other 
platform towards the railway sheds but the man 
from the toilet. He was talking to another man. He 
looked over and I saw him nudge the man he was 
talking to and point across towards me. Then my 
train arrived.
I sat right in the corner trying to bury myself in 
the seat so nobody could see me. I felt everyone 
must know what I had just done. I knew I couldn't 
meet him because the school holiday started in two 
weeks time so I wouldn't be there. What if he came 
to my home?? I didn't go back to the toilet at 
Fratton Bridge for ages, but it didn't make any 
difference. I went into two other toilets and 
there was a note on the wall.
"To the St John's boy, see you again soon"
He was like advertising me in other toilets so I 
couldn't go anywhere without being reminded. I 
visited the toilet at Fratton Bridge just before 
the school holiday and there was the note.
"To the St John's boy don't forget our date. I 
want more of your pretty little mouth"
I felt sick and wanted to die. He didn't get what 
he wanted because of the school holiday; but he 
knew where I lived, where I went to school and my 
name. He didn't get what he wanted when he wanted 
it, but it wasn't the end: it was just the 
beginning of two years of servitude to him and his 
friends!


		
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