Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. These events happened when I was a kid of about eleven and the hormones were beginning to swirl around my young body. I was beginning to notice that my little cock would get hard now and again more or less at random - when I was that young boy, I started to take an interest in the local public toilets. This was 'back in the day' as they say. No internet, no hard core porn freely available and the subject of sex was murky, mysterious and of course, very exciting. The only naked people I had seen were other kids in the changing rooms in school and a couple of hastily passed around and crumpled pages from girly magazines of women with large and wonderful looking breasts and a mysterious brushed out area between their legs. The public toilets were about ten minutes walk from my house and on the edge of a small park that served the area. It was surrounded by trees and shrubs and the street lighting was pretty dim. I discovered it while playing in the park as an younger child, but it was around this time that I noticed men entering and leaving the toilets furtively. I also noticed a couple of slightly older boys who would hang around as if waiting, entering the toilets and coming out a bit later, flushed and looking a bit flustered. My curiosity eventually got the better of me and I knew somehow that something naughty was going on in there. I didn't know what but I knew somehow it was probably 'wrong' and that it was exciting - and I didn't know why. And so I went in a few times myself - to 'pee' but mostly because to see if I could find out more. The toilets smelled strongly of men's piss and something else. It was a smell I liked and I found it stimulating - sex perhaps. The walls in the stalls were covered in exciting graffiti. There were pictures of cocks and balls spurting, triangular shaped drawings, which I took, correctly, to be female sexual parts. There were phone numbers too and comments like 'Brenda fucks', 'I came twice here', 'Have you got a big cock?' and the like. I took to going in there a couple of times every week I suppose, always hoping that something would happen to satisfy my unexplainable and vague expectations. And one day I discovered wanking..all by myself. I was in one of the stalls reading a long piece of graffiti about 'Helen's cunt is sopping wet when I fuck her' when I realised my cock was hard inside my trousers. Without quite knowing what I was doing I reached down and grabbed my little hairless cock, rubbed it furiously for only a few seconds and had my first orgasm ever. A bit shocked and wondering what had just happened I left the toilet block pretty quickly and brushed past a man in his thirties who looked at me and let out a low chuckle as he went in. I didn't stop though. I just wanted to get home. Of course I couldn't keep away after that and a couple of days later off I went again with the toilets as my destination while at home I experimented with a few more wanks - what a discovery! This time when I went in there was a man standing at the urinal. With a start I realised it was the same guy who had smiled knowingly at me as I left the time before. 'You seem to like it in here,' he said with humour in his voice. 'Looking for something are we?' he went on. He turned slowly and there before me was his cock. A full grown man's cock: hairy, dark, way too big and hard as a rock. It seemed to throb and it looked heavy and dark and forbidden somehow. 'Want to see some more?' he asked. There was something un-aggressive and not the least threatening about him. He wore casual but good clothes, was around 30 and pretty decent looking, not some tramp off the streets. Even so I hesitated, my desire and new found lust battling with a natural sense of caution. He nodded his head in the direction of one of the stalls and walked in, beckoning me. I looked around, swallowed my fear and stepped in. 'I won't hurt you,' the man said. His smile was reassuring and so when he lifted me up so that I was standing on the closed lid of the toilet I wasn't worried, even though my heart was pounding, with what I know now, was expectation and lust. The man's huge cock stuck straight out and bobbed slightly up and down with his pulse. From my position standing where I was it was almost poking me in the chest. 'Want to show me your winkle?' he asked. I had never heard it called that and I suppressed a snort. The man smiled. I nodded and the man, still smiling, slowly undid the buttons on my shorts and let them drop around my ankles. Then very slowly he lowered my underpants allowing my tiny little, still hairless cock to spring out. ''What a lovely little winkle you have,' the man said, still smiling, though his breath was coming more heavily now. 'Do you mind if I touch it?' I shook my head nervously as he held the head of my cock between his thumb and first finger. He hardly touched me when with a shudder I came and had a huge orgasm on the spot. It was so strong that my legs almost gave way and the man held on to me to stop me falling. 'Well you obviously liked that,' the man said. 'My turn mow'! I wasn't really sure what to do so the man held my wrist and placed my hand on his hard throbbing cock. It was hot and I could feel it pulsing. He helped me to hold it as best I could with my hand, but it hardly fitted around the thing. In retrospect it must have been almost eight inched long with a thickness to match. He moved my fist back and forth showing me how to wank him and nodded with approval as I learnt, pretty quickly I thought, what to do. He didn't last long - he must have been in quite a state when I think back. In about thirty seconds he let out a huge groan and shot a huge jet of cum onto my shirt. The noise and the force of the orgasm did alarm me for a moment I must admit - he almost seemed to be in pain, but as his orgasm subsided and he relaxed I was once again at ease. The cum was a surprise too and I wondered why I didn't shoot stuff out like that. Well I learnt the man's name shortly after that. He told me we should leave the toilets separately and meet at a bench a couple of minutes away, which we did after I had rubbed the gooey mess on my shirt off as best I could. And sitting there like any ordinary father and son on a walk out in the park he gave me five pounds with a wink. He told me his name was Alan and he invited me to visit him at home the following day. His friendliness was reassuring and there was a promise of more money and meeting another 'friend' of his if I did. We walked past his place on the way back to mine and it turned out he lived only ten minutes or so away in a little semi-detached place, surrounded by a tall hedge. He left me with a wink and a promise I would knock on his door after school the next day. I also had to promise not to tell anyone - not even my best friend - about the episode. I knew I wouldn't! I couldn't wait for school to finish the next day. I couldn't concentrate and I kept thinking about what had happened the day before. I doubt I took a thing in from my teachers. Three thirty came and I rushed out of the school gates and ran down the street towards Alan's place full of anticipation, sexual excitement and just a little anxiety - a heady mix. I only knocked on the door once and iy opened immediately and there he stood with a big smile on his face. 'You made it,' he said. 'Come on in'. I followed him into the living room. The curtains were draw and it was a little gloomy as a result, but I could see the outline of another person sitting at a table. 'Meet Sally,' he said. 'Come to think of it I don't know your name do I?' 'Er - I'm Billy', I muttered suddenly feeling rather shy. And as my eyes got accustomed to the gloom I saw that Sally was a very pretty little girl just a bit younger than me. I guess she was about nine. Alan didn't let the awkward moment I was feeling last very long. With a laugh he said 'Sally and I have been friends for a while now haven't we girl?' Sally, nodded enthusiastically. 'Shall we show Billy what we have been up to?' Again she nodded enthusiastically. I saw that Sally was wearing a short smock dress with a pretty floral pattern, her hair was short and cut with a straight fringe across her forehead. She had the cutest and cheekiest smile imaginable. Her face lodged itself in my mind and I have never forgotten it - or for that matter a lot else about her. Alan started bustling around the place and pulled what I realised was a film projector out of a side room. Meanwhile Sally made us some orange squash. So far she had not said a word. She gave me the drink and then plonked herself down on a sofa and patted the seat beside her, beckoning me to sit, which I happily did. Sally poked me in the ribs with her elbow and giggled. I poked her back of course. She poked me in the arm with a finger and I did the same. We were giggling and playing like the ordinary kids, which is of course what we were. 'Do you like to do rude stuff?' Sally asked me, with a sort of stage whisper in my ear. 'I do!' she held a tiny hand to her mouth and giggles slightly. 'I only just started'' I said, rather lamely I thought. From where he was fiddling with the machinery Alan said 'Sally and I have been friends for a while now haven't we girl?' 'We got together a few months ago, Sally took to it like a duck to water, didn't you lass?' Sally nodded and grinned. 'And after getting to know the ropes, as it were, I introduced Sally to some other friends with similar...interests. This little film was taken during one of our little get-togethers. We have lots of friends with the same interests - these are just a few of them. Its a bit of a hobby for us all, you might say'. Finally Alan turned on the projector and it whirled and clicked casting a bright square on the wall opposite. Flickering, it came into focus. Alan came and sat on the sofa, with Sally between us. He hoisted his hips a bit and undid his trousers and in one move had his cock out, which seemed rather sudden to me at the time. I guess he was in a bit of a hurry. Sally reached over and held it. It was going hard very quickly and was a big as I recalled from the other day. With her other hand Sally took mine and opening her legs she placed it between her thighs. She had no knickers on! The film flickered and stuttered and there was Sally on the screen! She was the first shot. Grinning as ever as she looked at the camera she shed a pair of knickers - her last item of clothing. Having done so she did a mock curtsy. She had the freshness and innocence..did I say 'innocence'..? of a 9 year old girl. The film was monochrome but even so her skin looked pale and unexposed to the elements. Her little flat chest was sublime flowing as it did down to a ever so small pot of a tummy and then the puffy hairless triangle of her sex. In the background I could make out two men as well as a mature looking woman of probably 40 years old with big swinging heavy tits. I watched, mesmerised as the scene on the screen unfolded. It looked almost like an acrobatic act. The woman, her tits swinging sat poised over one of the men's cocks. I could see it was enormous, though at this stage of my 'development' all men's cocks looked huge compared to mine. Impaling herself on it with a gasp she reached over and grabbed Sally, pulled her towards her and French kissed her. Sally, I saw, was already rubbing her cunt and in a state of near frenzy. I explored Sally's cunt - this new found wonder. It was soft, warm to the touch, damp and seemed to throb slightly. I ran my fingers up and down her cunt and as she lifted her bottom a bit to invite me to, I pushed a finger into her. She let out a little sigh of pleasure. I breathed very heavily. I can still remember feeling the pulse of blood in my lips due to the excitement. To be honest I was almost fainting at this point. I was so overwhelmed by new feelings, emotions and sensations, not least an almost heart stopping, throbbing surge of sexual excitement that I thought I would have to leave the room and pull myself together. I didn't though. The pleasure and the power of sex in the room that afternoon was so much stronger than any desire to rein back. 'Undo your trousers,' Sally whispered to me in her loud stage whisper. We fondled each other as the flickering of the screen and the people fucking played out in front of us. She frigged me really quite gently - she knew what she was doing it seemed and I came very quickly again though given how young I was and how excited my little finger thin cock was hard again within a couple of minutes. On the screen the activities carried on. I could see a tangle of people doing all sorts of things to each other. The quality of the film wasn't great but there was still a lot to see! At one point there was a short scene of Sally squatting over the man with the huge cock and her pissing on it. I almost came on the spot when I glimpsed that. I was more focused on what was happening on the sofa however. I watched in fascination and my new found lust as Sally began to masturbate Alan. Her hand went up and down his throbbing penis slowly at first and then gradually went faster. Alan's breath became heavier and faster as she did so. Sally nodded to me and then down between her legs. 'Want to look'? She asked. I didn't need a second invitation and I clambered onto the floor put my head between her knees and looked up to see her wonderful puffy little hairless pussy, which by now, she was rubbing with her other hand. Little Sally arched her back and with a shudder the little girl had an orgasm that shook her whole body. Alan wasn't far behind. He pushed her little hand away and wanked himself furiously until a massive jet of spunk shot out of his cock, most of it landing on Sally's thighs. It was at that point, fiddling with my little winky, that I came yet again. After that there were a few moments of quiet as we all recovered. I can remember thinking what a fantastic thing this sex thing was and how overwhelmed by sexy feelings I was. That was my first encounter with Allan and Sally. We did more that day and an awful lot more with other people as time went on. Perhaps I'll describe some of it if anyone is interested enough.