Dirty mags in the Park
When young we used to always be finding old discarded porn mags here and there. A favourite place was a local Park .
There was a bit that was private and fenced off from the public but being young and adventurous we didnt let that get in the way. We would often go into that area as it was very quiet and we could mess about unhindered. There were nice wooded areas and with lots of bushes, tress to climb and bushes to hide in. There was a certain bushy area we always found discarded mags .
There was something so naughty and exciting when we found these mags. We would often get our small willies out as we looked at the hairy fannies and usually big tits. The models always seemed to be wearing suspenders and stockings, like my my mother did. One thing we did which may seem strange was we would pull our shorts and pants down and grab a low branch of one of the small trees wrap our legs around it and hang there till we got that tickly feeling in our cocks and balls before we actually cum for real. In fact now that I think of it I would love to find somewhere to try that again, the feeling was amazing. Used to do it hanging from the old iron clothes poles too in the back courts, without pulling my pants and shorts down of course, where I lived. I am sure any of the men looking from their window and saw me knew exactly what I was doing.
One time I was in that private area myself and I met an older boy, about 16-17, walking through those bushes, we started talking and he said have you seen these and took me to the 'dirty book bush’ as we called it then. We started looking at the discarded mags and after a bit he pulled out his cock, not a wee one like mine, and started wanking. He asked if wanted to do it too. Reluctant at first but excited I ended up joining in and pulled my small cock out too. I was soon hard and so was he. I was amazed at the size of his cock. He asked if I could shoot spunk, I shook my head and said no. He said have you seen anyone doing it, again I sad no. He said come over closer and I will show you. I moved over and he took hold of my stiffy and wanked it as he wanked himself with his other hand. Before long he was breathing heavily, then it happened, a jet of ‘spunk, now known as cum lol’ shot from his cock and covered the mag. I was amazed to see it actually happening. He asked if I wanted to feel it and took my hand and put it on his still throbbing sticky cock. He turned me to face him and pulled closer so my hard cock was touching his. Still wanking me till that feeling arrived in my small tight balls. I never met him again although I did go back myself a few times after that.
There was a bit that was private and fenced off from the public but being young and adventurous we didnt let that get in the way. We would often go into that area as it was very quiet and we could mess about unhindered. There were nice wooded areas and with lots of bushes, tress to climb and bushes to hide in. There was a certain bushy area we always found discarded mags .
There was something so naughty and exciting when we found these mags. We would often get our small willies out as we looked at the hairy fannies and usually big tits. The models always seemed to be wearing suspenders and stockings, like my my mother did. One thing we did which may seem strange was we would pull our shorts and pants down and grab a low branch of one of the small trees wrap our legs around it and hang there till we got that tickly feeling in our cocks and balls before we actually cum for real. In fact now that I think of it I would love to find somewhere to try that again, the feeling was amazing. Used to do it hanging from the old iron clothes poles too in the back courts, without pulling my pants and shorts down of course, where I lived. I am sure any of the men looking from their window and saw me knew exactly what I was doing.
One time I was in that private area myself and I met an older boy, about 16-17, walking through those bushes, we started talking and he said have you seen these and took me to the 'dirty book bush’ as we called it then. We started looking at the discarded mags and after a bit he pulled out his cock, not a wee one like mine, and started wanking. He asked if wanted to do it too. Reluctant at first but excited I ended up joining in and pulled my small cock out too. I was soon hard and so was he. I was amazed at the size of his cock. He asked if I could shoot spunk, I shook my head and said no. He said have you seen anyone doing it, again I sad no. He said come over closer and I will show you. I moved over and he took hold of my stiffy and wanked it as he wanked himself with his other hand. Before long he was breathing heavily, then it happened, a jet of ‘spunk, now known as cum lol’ shot from his cock and covered the mag. I was amazed to see it actually happening. He asked if I wanted to feel it and took my hand and put it on his still throbbing sticky cock. He turned me to face him and pulled closer so my hard cock was touching his. Still wanking me till that feeling arrived in my small tight balls. I never met him again although I did go back myself a few times after that.
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