spy hole

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I was 16 years old. I was,- I suppose, quite innocent for a 16 year old. I knew I felt differetly to the other kids at school in that, I liked playing with the girls at play time and never was interested in war games - cowboys and indians or even football like the other boys.

Sure they called me names. Pansy. Puff. It never hurt as I didn't really think about the seriousness of what they were doing or the pain it could have caused, because it didn't. I was too busy wanking off 4 and 5 times a day thinking about various teachers and our Head Prefect at school .

That was the summer my Parets sent me, for the whole summer holidays - to stay with my mothers parents in California - a long way from our home in rural Sussex. Their reasoning was that the trip and the summer might bring me out of myself a bit. as I was somewhat withdrawn.

( Plus I was to find out they were having some matrimonial problems and wanted to spare me the dramas...)

My Grandparents lived on a golfing resort with a wonderful complex of ' ranch houses ' - or as they are known in the UK - bungalows, all crammed together around a central swimming pool area and - perfect for retired people but a bit boring for me at 16:-

These 'bungalows' while huge inside were so close together, we shared walls between each other. Each also had a teeny tiny private yard out the back which was barely 100 square feet and it had high sided privacy fencing, and while it got the sun - you had to move around to stay in it if sun bathing out there.

Anyway -.

I was bored. My Grandparents had left me in the house alone while they went and played their daily game of golf with their friends ( yawn ) and would be gone for hours and I was content to be in the back yard and just do nothing.

That's when I noticed a hole in the fence. About waist high - a knot in the wood had popped and there was a hole, which you couldn't really notice as it was behind one of the planters and the bush covered it, but my beedy eyes found it and peeked through and that was when the summer started to look up.

The man next door was standing - naked - arms out stretched and face up towards the sun, eyes shut, just standing. This was the first time I had seen a man naked in my whole life and I must have made a noise as he dropped his arms, and turned his head to look straight at me - or at least - straight at the hole in the fence, and he just stood there and his dick got harder and harder. As was mine in my pants.

Did he know I was there ?

Could he see me ?

I nervously backed away a bit and he must have seen the light in the hole change for he moved towards the hole and just put the tip of his dick towards the hole, he just put his dick head to the hole and there it was, this piss slit and a cock head right there inches from my face - and then - I licked it.

I heard him groan the other side.

I froze.

I thought I had done something wrong .

but he said quietly - ' Don't stop.'

as more of his cock started coming through the hole and I sat back, taking handsful of his cock and it seemed enormous as it just kept coming through the hole and eventually I heard and felt as the fence panel moved as he pushed his groin into the fence / hole and his dick was totally hard and totally through the hole and I just stared in wonder.

It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

'Put it in your mouth' - he said real quietly.

and as nervous as I was, and through excitement I was shaking like a leaf, I kissed his dick up and down the shaft and with a little more encouragement from beyond the fence, I opened my mouth and put the head of his big fat cock in my mouth, and used my tongue on the head - it was so smooth - all around, while holding the shaft in my right hand and wanking furiously on my own dick.

After a few minutes he pulled his dick back through the hole and quietly said

' You want to watch me cum ?'

He stepped back from the hole and my beady eye was right at the hole as he stood back, legs wide, knees bent slightly as he wanked hard on his cock and eventually shot his load right at the hole as he flung his cock through and I grabbed it and wanked it some more until it started to go soft and he withdrwew groaning...

'Thanks Kid.' - he said - ' This our little secret - right ?

'Absolutely.'

'You want more of this tomorrow, same time?' 'Yes I do.'

If only he knew how desperately I wanted more, - how I had dreamed and fantasized and wanked myself silly over male tachers and other older boys - and here was this grown man wanking off in front of me and offering me more... I was in pig shit heaven.

Turns out the man was getting his parents place ready to sell and it was empty and he was doing some remodeling work before putting it on the market and - the house was empty - and - that summer I spent many a happy hour out playing - or so my Grandparets throught, when all the time I was right next door getting taught how to suck dick, play with balls, take a cock up my bottom and even how to fuck - and I learned so much that summer that when it was time to return to the UK, I wasn't just a different boy coming home,. I was a man.

Never saw the man after that and after dozens of encounters with him, he is etched into my mind. body and soul as - my saviour, the man who rescued me and showed me the right path for life.

To those who say I was corrupted - Oh Please, I have heard that argument so many times and it is so boringly incorrect it beggars belief. It is said by those who really haven't a clue, not the faintest clue, what the damn they are talking about - and they try and tell me what is right or wrong for me and WTF do they think they are to tell me anything ? I was gay. I knew I was gay, I just didn't know how, where and what to do or where to go and this man gave me the confdence, the courage and the right, to stand up and say with pride, 'Mum, Dad, I'm gay' -

Their divorce went through and I went with dad - and it turns out their divorce was because - Dad - had had a relationship with another man and Mother couldn't cope and - life gets more and more interesting.

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