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“Put your hand on my balls and keep wanking me slowly” he ordered.

I obeyed his command. His hand moved towards the waistband of my
trousers and he undid my belt. He slipped his hand down the front of
my trousers and felt my cock through the fabric of my underpants. I
nearly came there and then but I somehow managed to hold back. He undid my trousers and lifting my bum and legs slid them off. He again
ran his hands up and down my body this time stopping at my crotch and
tracing the line of my arse through my pants. He stood up, kicked off
his shoes and removed his jeans and Y fronts. His cock looked enormous
as I viewed it from my position on the floor.

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It seemed that he wanted me to work for my money and initiate the
process, so I knelt down beside him and reached for his belt. As I was
undoing it I noticed the bulge in his jeans growing rapidly. I undid
the buttons and pulled down the zipper of his flies. I pulled open the
top of his jeans and eased them down his thighs a bit. His cock was
now rock-hard and the tip was sticking up over the top of his Y-
Fronts.

A strange musky smell that I had never really noticed before hit
me at this point. I pulled his pants down over his balls and suddenly
his cock was released. It was by far the largest I had ever seen at
that time. Far larger than my own or any of my friends that I had seen
erect. I took it in my hand and began to wank it slowly.

“How would you like to double your money?” he said suddenly a few
moments later. “How about sucking me off?”

I had never tried anything like that before and although I was
tempted to accept I didn’t quite like the idea and declined the offer.
By this time I was fairly excited myself and my cock was quite stiff
inside my trousers. I noticed him eying my crotch as I knelt beside
him.

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“Okay” I answered. “Where?”

“Let’s have a look upstairs” he said. We made our way through the
disused office building until we found a staircase and headed up-
stairs. He lead the way into a room which remained relatively intact
and still had a desk and some rickety chairs in it. “This will do.” He
sat down on the floor with his back to the front of the desk. “Okay,
go ahead” he said.

I wasn’t sure exactly what he meant at this point, he was just
sitting there on the floor looking up at me. “Well, what are you wait-
ing for? Get on with it!” he barked.

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It was a cold grey day, I was walking through the park towards the
town centre when the first drops of rain started. It soon turned into
a downpour, I rushed towards the nearest shelter, the doorway of the
disused gasworks building just outside the park gates.

I was not the only one who had made for shelter. As I entered the
doorway I saw that someone else was standing just inside.

“Hi!” he said, “You smoke?” offering me a cigarette. I shook my
head, “No thanks.” He was probably about 25 years old (I was 19 at the
time), dressed in jeans, T-shirt and a denim type jacket. We stood in
the doorway watching the rain bouncing off the street outside. I was
conscious of him looking at me sideways as he smoked his cigarette.

“How would you like to make some money?” he said a few minutes
later.

“Doing what?” I replied.

“Giving me a wank” he replied after a pause. I thought about this
for a few moments. It didn’t seem an unreasonable request. After all I
had performed this service on several occasions for school-friends and
at the time I was interested to discover that a person of his age
still indulged in this pursuit.

“How much?” I asked.

“A pound” he answered. This seemed a considerable sum of money to
a person of my age. It was about equal to half my weekly pocket money
at the time and would provide a welcome boost in spending power.