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Playing the Wag

By Romany

(M/b)

A young boy cuts class

Stirling stood at the urinal peeing absent mindedly. He had noted
the two boys standing at the tree in front of the public toilets
as he had entered, here in the small municipal park. One boy
astride a bike and both were wearing St. Peters� uniforms, so
unlikely to be more than twelve or thirteen. They had quickly
discarded a cigarette they were sharing when they saw him. As he
walked past he paused briefly and looked at them. Wondering why
they weren�t in school at three o�clock in the afternoon. As he
walked into the entrance of the Mens he heard one boy say �See
ya� and turned briefly to see the boy on the bike ride off. Now
here he stood relieving himself against the old fashioned
concrete urinal; the type that was about six feet long with a
channel filled with aromatic crystals to hide the stench of stale
piss that ran down the drain at one end. The kind now generally
outlawed because of privacy and political correctness. Now public
toilets had to have individual porcelain urinals with walls so as
to provide a shield from unwanted prying eyes of fellow pissers.
The council was breaking it�s own ordinances by not having ripped
this urinal out and replaced it with the porcelain variety.

He never heard the boy come in and the first he realised he was
there was when he caught the glimpse of the boy�s steady stream
of piss hitting the concrete wall. Stirling glanced quickly down
at the boy and he shook a little as he had got a slight fright
the boy was even there. The boy looked up at him and grinned.
Stirling felt a little surprised at the boy�s grin and stared at
him; the two holding each others gaze for a few moments. In that
steady gaze an old familiar signal was sent and received.
Stirling got it. He deliberately looked down at the boy�s crotch
and saw the small erection between the boy�s two hands. Stirling
flicked his eyes back to the boy�s face and saw the boy�s
eyebrows lift a little; a hint of questioning in the boy�s
expression. Stirling shuffled a little uneasily and then still
staring at the boy, turned slightly towards him. The kid caught
the movement and the implication and dropped his gaze to the
man�s cock which he could see clearly. Stirling was holding the
end of it in his right hand with the boy to his left. His cock
was clearly visible to the boy, whose eyes widened in
acknowledgement at the man flashing him. As the boy gazed at the
adult cock Stirling gave it several exaggerated pulls as if he
was draining the last drops of piss; although he had already
finished peeing. The wanking action caused the cock to begin to
harden and a knowing smile came over the boy�s face as he caught
the inference in Stirling�s actions. He glanced to the doorway to
his left and then shuffled closer to Stirling; audaciously
reaching to the man�s cock with his right hand. Stirling stood
and allowed the boy to carefully fondle his cock.

Stirling was not averse to boys. He had had a number of illicit
relationships when stationed by his company in the Middle East.
The joy of brown skin Arab boys holding their buttocks apart as
he slid into them was one of his enduring memories of his three
years abroad. A bad habit that had led to his wife abruptly
leaving him, although on that occasion he had strayed with a
young girl he had been set up with by a closet pedophilic
colleague. Uttering a vehement accusation of being �a sick
perverted bastard� his wife had vanished back home to England and
promptly divorced him. Stirling had been alone ever since. As the
boy�s touch became firmer and he wanked Stirling expertly,
Stirling grinned appreciatively at the boy who smiled back. He
had light brown hair that was a few weeks overdue for a cut, and
long eyelashes above hazel eyes. His face looked decidedly
girlish. Stirling came back to reality and glanced at the doorway
and realised they were at some risk if anyone was to enter
suddenly. Inclining his head to the row of cubicles, the boy
caught his meaning, and grinning, he released the hard cock and
went to the end of the urinal and picked up a grey backpack he
sat there when he had noiselessly entered. By the time he had
retrieved it, Stirling was in the end cubicle slowly wanking his
big cock as he waited for the boy.

The lad pushed past Stirling and dropped the backpack in the
corner behind the stainless toilet bowl. There was no seat as
such. Just two plastic semi circular leaves screwed to the bowl
as an ersatz seat. The entire setup aimed at cleanliness and
nothing to vandalise. Stirling closed the door and slid the bolt.
Without direction, the boy perched his butt on the front of the
toilet bowl and reached for Stirling�s cock still jutting from
his flies. With an impish grin, the kid took the cock and lowered
his mouth over the knob and slowly began to suck the man.
Stirling sighed in approval and lightly held the kid�s head. For
the next ten minutes the boy gave Stirling an exquisite blow job.
Sucking it hard and then swirling the tongue over the head and
down the side. Taking the cock in his hand and bending it back
against the man�s trousers and licking it from balls to tip.
Gently pressing it against his face and rubbing it lovingly.
Stirling knew the kid was going through a practiced repertoire
and wondered for how long and how often the kid sucked cocks. The
kid was perhaps well practiced and despite it being delicious and
enjoyable, Stirling felt he wanted more.  He reached into the
pocket of his jacket and slowly brought out the small tube of KY
he carried, in case he was lucky when out and about; and held it
in front of the boy�s face. In truth he had never been lucky
enough to use it; carrying it for months without ever removing
the cap. Like the teenage boy who carried a condom that he was
never fortunate enough to need. Stirling frequented two public
toilets in the city, both known as hangouts where you might get a
blow job.  Casual sex encounters, such as this meeting, had
always been limited to furtive blow jobs and then the boy and
Stirling fleeing in opposite directions afterwards. But with the
park deserted while school was still in session Stirling chanced
his luck the boy had time, was willing, and they were unlikely to
have people enter the toilets.

The boy looked at the tube in the man�s hand and his eyes widened
as he realised what Stirling was suggesting; all the while
holding the cock against his cheek with his mouth open and the
tongue curled out licking the flared head.

�I want to fuck you,� Stirling said in a low tone.

It was the first words spoken since they had met. The boy blinked
quickly a couple of times and swallowed.

�Fuck me?� he said, his voice a little raspy.

�Fuck you,� Stirling repeated.

The boy still held the cock against his cheek and considered the
proposition. He�d never been fucked in a public toilet before.
He�d given countless blow jobs and sometimes he had been lucky
enough to get blown himself. But never full sodomy; although he
was very familiar with taking an adult cock in his arse, being
somewhat promiscuous after being abused from an early age by a
respected family friend. But most of the times when men had
reared up between his thin legs and slid into his tight slick
hole, it had been in a bedroom, or a car, or the handful of open
air fuckings he had taken in concealed wooded areas; lying or
kneeling on an overcoat or blanket. But the guy had lube and the
kid was well aware of the benefits it provided. Perhaps he was
feeling lucky or just plain reckless, but he stood up and let the
cock drop and turned around with his back to the man. He had a
slight feeling of apprehension as he noted the absence of a
wedding ring on the man�s hand. He had an unwritten rule of
avoiding men who were not married. Learning that married men had
a huge secret to conceal and the risk of possible exposure was a
sufficient deterrent to behaving roughly or badly with the boy.
He�d had two bad experiences with single men in their twenties
who had treated him like some cheap rent boy. Both events had
left him anally split and sore such that he had to walk gingerly
for a day or so after, as if he had crapped himself.

Stirling�s heart leapt as he saw the boy was willing. The kid
removed his blazer and hand it to Stirling who hung it on the
coat hook on the door. He unbuttoned his grey shorts and pulled
them and his underpants down. Stirling lifted the tail of the
boys grey school shirt and gave a sharp intake of breath as he
looked at the boys pale buttocks. He slowly dragged a hand up the
inside of the boy�s thigh and gently cupped the boy�s small tight
scrotal sac. Flicking his fingers through and feeling the hard
little cock. He slid his hand back along the perineum and lightly
stroked the boy�s wrinkled anus. He carefully folded the shirt
tail in with the kids sweater; rolling them part way up his back
as the kid leaned forward and braced his hands on the sides of
the toilet bowl. Stirling squirted copious amounts of KY onto his
manicured fingers and deftly applied the gel around the kid�s
sphincter; slowly pushing in to coat the twin rings of muscle
with the helpful lube. The boy sighed and trembled slightly as he
felt the man�s thickest middle finger penetrate to deepest and
curled up at the first knuckle; striking the his juvenile
prostrate.

�Oh yes,� Stirling whispered to himself. �You�ve been here many
times before�you love it don�t you, you gorgeous little tramp.�

Truthfully the kid had come to enjoy arse play. The tender
workings of fingers slicked with a variety of lubricants into his
arse and stroking the prostate were moments of genuine enjoyment.
More so than the cock that always followed. Most men lost it and
tended to be rough; forgetting of his needs. But Stirling was to
prove to be a considerate fucker. Having greased his cock well,
He pushed it against the dark little rose; slightly dilated from
the working over by the fingers. He held the pressure and the boy
braced himself against the bowl. Slowly the sphincter yielded and
the knob of the cock finally slid through; quite quickly once the
ring of muscle had surrendered to the pressure. It was a small
matter of a series of short in-out movements by Stirling and the
tight hungry little arse gobbled up the thick cock. Stirling
sighed in delight; and some relief, as he jammed his pubic bush
against the boy�s pale buttocks. The kid gasped and hung his
head; looking at his reflection in the water in the dull
stainless steel toilet bowl. Stirling proceeded to fuck the kid
slowly. Pulling back so the head was just gripped by the
sphincter; and then sliding back deep causing the kid to lift his
head and exhale noisily as the cock stretched his sphincter and
buried deep to his colon.

Stirling fucked the boy gently yet deliberately. Sliding a hand
under the kid and wanking the taut little cock. At some point
after Stirling had fucked him languidly for nearly ten minutes,
the boy gave a series of short sharp gasps and several spurts of
thin watery ejaculate splashed against the front of the toilet
bowl. The liquid, flecked with smears of white semen which showed
the boy was going through puberty, slithered off the stainless
bowl and onto the smooth concrete plinth. The boy was trembling
and struggling to regain his poise. His knees had buckled a
little and he was fearful of collapsing over the bowl. He heard
the man chuckle crudely behind him. Stirling played with the
small cock for a few more moments; and the sensitivity of the
small organ now it had cum caused the boy to groan and try to
twist himself away from the hand which was now somewhat
irritating. Once again the man chuckled sensing the boy�s
sensitive discomfort and he seemed to fuck more deliberately into
the kids arse. The boy was now totally overwhelmed by the man
rutting steadily in his arse. He felt suddenly fatigued and he
draped one arm across the gap of the toilet bowl and rested his
forehead on it. There was nothing more he could do to save
himself and Stirling fucked the boy vigorously for a further
seven or eight minutes; frequently pausing when he was close to
cumming and finally winding up to a glorious ejaculation. Pulling
his forearm under the boy�s waist and lifting the boy back
against his thrusting hips, as he rutted deep inside the hot
tight tunnel, and he came hard. Gasping and growling as he spewed
spurt after strong spurt into the kid�s bowels.

Stirling slid his gooey cock delicately from the boy�s hungry
arse. He had had a sticky situation once where the rapid removal
of his cock had acted like an enema to the boy he had just
fucked; causing the boy�s bowel to let go and a smelly brown turd
had slithered from the boys arse. So he always took as much care
removing his cock, as when entering. The kid�s arse farted
lightly now the thick plug that had pumped his lower colon with
air was removed. The boy groaned in embarrassment and Stirling
raised his eyebrows in amusement as he saw the sputterings of
semen propelled from the boys arse by the aromatic escaping wind.
The kid slowly stood on shaky legs.

� We�re not finished yet,� he said firmly and pushed the boy down
to squat before him.

The kid new instinctively what he was expected to do and wearily
took the cock into his mouth. He sucked it, sluicing saliva
around it in his mouth. He�d been forced to do arse-to-mouth
often and so it was no big deal. When Stirling was satisfied, he
tapped the boy�s head to stop. The kid remained squatting and
wiped his mouth and worked his jaw which was aching a little.
Stirling smiled down at the kid as he slowly put his cock away
and zipped his pants. The boy stood up and Stirling watched
bemused as he turned to the toilet paper holder. The boy took
several leaves of paper and slowly wiped his arse; pausing to
inspect it before he dropped it in the bowl. Stirling was
impressed at how unabashed the kid was wiping his arse in front
of him like that. He was obviously totally unabashed about the
sex. Without looking at Stirling the kid pulled his shorts up and
tucked his shirt in. Only when he was dressed once more did he
turn and sheepishly look at the man who had just reamed his arse.

�You OK?� Stirling asked, genuinely interested in the boy�s
condition.

�Yeah,� the boy said with a tired chuckle.

�Are you OK for money�pocket money?� Stirling asked.

The boy didn�t answer but Stirling took his wallet out and took
out a ten pound note and handed it to the boy. The kid looked at
it blankly. He�d never been offered money before. Stirling took
his stare as if he had been insulted, so he pulled a second ten
pound note out and handed the two notes to him. The boy took the
money quickly and stuffed it in his shorts pocket. Twenty quid
for something he had enjoyed; this had turned out much better
than he had hoped.

�What�s your name?� Stirling asked quietly.

�Darren,� the boy answered.

It was a lie. He wasn�t about to tell the man who he was.

�Ok�well Darren�you should be at school, yeah?� the man said.

�Dentist appointment,� the kid lied again.

He had been on the wag with his friend on the bike Stirling has
seen him with earlier. Cutting class to have a sly smoke and just
hang out; on the look out for the education cops that sometimes
came through the park.

�So it�s not likely you�ll be here again tomorrow?� Stirling
asked tentatively; knowing the boy should be in school this time
of day.

The boy caught the man�s gaze and shook his head. Stirling got
the meaning. The kid was a pro. He had no intention of agreeing
to a repeat performance. Stirling knew of boys like this.
Promiscuous but always casual with liaisons and reluctant to be
someone�s regular bum boy. He nodded in understanding he wouldn�t
see the boy next day.

�Ok�Darren I�ll leave first. Give it five maybe ten minutes and
you come out, yeah?� the man said.

The kid nodded and with that Stirling slipped out of the cubicle.
By the time the boy got outside with his backpack the man had
vanished. He walked gingerly to the tree; feeling a second wave
of semen slither from his arse as a result of his movement. He
groaned and pulled at the back of his pants. He quickly returned
to the toilet and went into another cubical from the one he had
been fucked in. Wadding several leaves of the thin stiff toilet
paper together, he padded the underpants like a girl would wear a
panty liner. Satisfied he had prevented the remnants of semen
from fouling his underpants; he stepped outside and went back to
the tree. He pulled the crumpled packet of cigarettes from his
blazer pocket and took out a smoke and lit it. He wasn�t an
accomplished smoker and he spluttered a little from the smoke. He
leaned against the tree and reached back into his back pocket and
removed the two ten pound notes and smiled at them.

�Twenty quid for playing the wag,� he grinned.


The End




The End


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