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Subject: Greyfriars Fun Years ago at a huge exhibition of entirely random commercial street photographers works at the Portrait Gallery, by amazing coincidence, I saw the image of my grandmother and her sister walking in Aberdeen. Today, by another amazing coincidence I saw a street photograph of myself, taken in Edinburgh in the 1950s. To make it even more amazing, it was taken just at the moment of one of my early sexual adventures began. It pictures me, in my light flecked tweed jacket and dark respectable trousers, holding our dog’s leash as he drinks from the fountain provided to commemorate Greyfriars Bobby, the faithful dog who reputedly watched over his master’s grave in the adjacent graveyard for many years after his death. To the left are two men, climbing the hill from the Grassmarket, dressed in dark workers’ clothes. One, the older, has a cap pulled well down over his face, his fleshy lips mouthing what I knew to be obscenities, to his companion. He, a younger man with no cap and a full head of tousled black hair, is bent forward, both hands plunged in his pockets, and obviously wanking in response to his companion’s filthy talk. I often took a walk which coincided with their walking up that hill at the same time every afternoon, and I knew that they knew that I watched them closely as they drew near, eyeing me as their heads became visible above the pavement where I was standing. They usually looked ahead as they came up, but I knew that I was the object of the older guy’s discourse by the way their glanced sideways from time to time. I stood there most days imagining their sweaty and no doubt unwashed bodies pressed against my pure white middle class cleanliness. The photograph was taken just as they came abreast of me, and it was clear that the younger, who was bent over with lust, was close to orgasm. The photo also shows a well built confidant man in his fifties approaching from behind me. He is wearing baggy corduroys, a cap pulled down at a jaunty angle, and a jacket buttoned across his obviously flat stomach. He is staring at me, with a slight smile on his face. He was my school swimming teacher, a fit and muscled object of many fantasies for the boys in the school swimming pool whose wall loomed over the very cemetery across the road where the wee dog had waited for its master so long. I was not aware of his approach as I concentrated on the two workers. just after the photographer moved on, the pair, unusually and surprisingly, turned past the dog fountain and came up past me, eyeing me lasciviously as they brushed past me, and greeted the approaching teacher with backslapping familiarity. I was amazed and excited; my erection which escort always responded when I saw the worker pair, jerked to full bone, tenting my trousers, which I quickly tried to hide, just as the three turned to look at me. All three smiled at me knowingly, gazing at my groin. Mr McLeod and the others approached me and surrounded me closely. nothing was said, but they all stared into my eyes, the youngest withdrawing his hands from his pockets and showing me the ingrained dirt of his palms was smeared with what I knew from my own wanking activities to be precum, and I realised his pockets were bottomless. My heart rate almost choked me, and I heard myself gasping with lust. McLeod addressed me by my name, indicating their pleasure at encountering me, and confidently and outrageously suggesting I might like to join them in the graveyard for “some fun”. Now. I knew what “fun” was from my times fooling about there with schoolmates as I moved from school to street over many adolescent years, and had often been acutely aware of older guys watching us with their hands in their pockets, and that the more precocious rowdy boys sometimes peeled off to join the men as they walked down towards the wooded ancient graves under the lip of the hill. Sometimes the most shy smaller boys would do the same. Now I was with three older men seeking fun, and my fantasy life was about to be trumped by a reality I had never envisaged. The older guy had lapsed into silence, apart from single obscenities. The dog was very enthusiastic about all three, a fact which they remarked on to each other, seeing it as an echo of my tongue-out eagerness to please. They pressed closer to me as I assented to their invitation. Hands touched my groin briefly but forcefully, and also felt my bum, outlined where thick trouser fabric stretched tight outlining my arsecrack. We crossed the road in a knot, and entered the impressive entrance to the graveyard. The house to the left was, I knew, occupied by the sextant, who, as we approached, came to his front door, and, winking at the schoolmaster, took the dog from me, and said he would take care of him. We quickly turned right down a path leading to the lower graveyard. By now, I was intimately involved with all three, and had learned that the young worker was Tam, the older one, Kenny, and the teacher was called “Maister” by the others. They referred to me as “Boy” or “the boy” throughout.. Their different smells and breaths and textures registering on my heightened senses. Maister smelled of cigarettes, old tweed, corduroy (a very distinctive odour), alcohol, swimming pool bleach and mint. Tam stank of sweat, old semen, unbrushed teeth, and something darker, izmit escort bayan was it shit?. Kenny reeked of metal working, lubricating oil, paraffin, dirty body, unwashed hair and unwashed clothes. His mouth was now against my ear, mouthing sexual dominance in which my boyness was reduced to girlness in a way I had never envisaged. By the time we stopped and stooping entered an ancient stone memorial structure, I was a bitch, a slut, a cunt and a whore……and wasn’t really objecting. Their bodies were pressed against mine now. We were all panting with lust, Maister’s hard knob was pressed against my arse. Tam had taken my hand and pushed it into his right pocket where it encountered his stiff wet prick, through the crusted fringes of his pocket lining. As we walked down hill my hand slid in time to our hurried steps along the length of it. Kenny had pushed his cap into my clean hair where its odour of years of use drenched my face. As we reached the low stone entrance, Maister’s strong hand thrust between my buttocks and lifted me clear of the ground as I was carried into the interior. We shouldered past an old statue, and more or less fell into the dark space behind. There were mounds of half rotten leaves there, an old mattress leaking stuffing, stained and curled at the edges. For the first time in my life a mouth battened on mine. The older thick lipped mouth was instantly recognisable, not least because of its intense odour. My mouth opened to meet his kiss, and his stinking tongue thrust well back into me. We were now all ravening for contact. Mouths were pressed against mouths, fingers were working on buttons and zips, and in no time we were all half naked, our chests grinding against each others, our pricks emerging from folds of washed or filthy underwear, sweat beginning to slime across muscles. There was a sudden pause. Maister had his tongue half way down my throat, withdrew and asked for silence. Together then, almost reverentially, they slowly undressed me, throwing my clothing around me, until I was standing amongst them, white, young, a virgin in many ways, beautiful, aching for sex, my unbelievably hard cock flat against my narrow belly, my small buttocks straining outwards and upwards. They silently took in my submission, turning me to view their prize, Kenny swearing repeatedly, then suddenly descended on me with cries of lust. Their clothes rasped against my smooth skin, dirty smelly hands clutched my virgin body, hands thrust mine into areas I had never imagined; slimy cock ends, stinking bleachlike crotches, mouths slavering with lust, and finally, the clefts between their buttocks, encrusted in two instances izmit sınırsız escort with old shit, and in one with slimy remnants of previous passage. After multiple mouthing, embraces, clutchings and massages, my body was no longer lily white, but stained, slimed and glistening with known and unknown essences. Then mouths descended on my cock and took it to the back of their throats, whilst lips and tongues entered my innocent hole, as it took on a mind of its own and welcomed the invasions. Tam shouldered the others aside and stuck his cock without ceremony into my open mouth. I had sucked cock before, but boy’s cocks are not mancocks, and Tam’s although 6 inches was thick and stretched my mouth almost painfully. He thrust savagely for a couple of minutes, and then erupted spunk so forcefully that it shot straight down my throat, so that swallowing and gagging merged into an amazing new feeling of being filled up with slime and heat and a strong taste, very different from schoolboy spunk. The Maister was meanwhile massaging between my buttocks with his big precum lubed knob, while Kenny was squatting under me with my balls swallowed into his mouth, sucking and kneading them into a frenzy. Tam immediatelt stood up, kissed me and tongued the spunk which still remained in my moth, then he turned, bent down, held his buttocks apart and shouted to Kenny to help. Kenny immediately took hold of my sraining precum soaked prick and, pulling it sharply down, guided it towads the mancunt gaping there in a nest of unruly hairs caked with shit. My first experience of a man’s hole was so exciting I began to tell them how gret the feelings were of heat, tightness, texture of shit. TAM KNEW WHAT TO DO with his arse muscles, and my orgasm came quickly as h milked me. this was the most intense flood of feeings I had ever exoerienced, my whole body shok with each spurt, my scalp tingled, my are clenched and opened until I slumped down over his body as knelt on the mattress. as my cock slid out of Tam’s arsehole, I could see that cum and shit were smeared thickly along its length, and shit had gathered lumpily under the foreskin. Kenny took the filthy thing almost reverentially between his big lips and sucked, tongued and saliva’d it with relish. As he did so, I could feel my prick begin to swell again. I knew I was capable of several cums a day, but this was a fast recovery……..and it went on hardening in his mouth until he was sucking the full shaft again. Rough handsI pushed me down over Tam’s sweaty back, my legs kicked apart, and Maister’s knob now steadied itself at my hole, which I could feel flexing open as he touched it with its hot glans. Then, with one big thrust his massive bellend was past my sphincters, and I howled as the pain ripped through me. The work on my cock quickly corrected the feeling of resistance, and I started to feel the whole length of the hard shaft push the knobend into my guts.

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