THIS IS QUITE A HARDCORE, VIOLENT FUCK FANTASY PLEASE STOP NOW IF IT S GONNA UPSET!!!! I decided to head for the public toilets, where there was usually someone hanging round looking for some cock. I went inside the dimly lit, filthy little building, that reeked of piss and disinfectant. A solitary fluorescent tube flickered on and off, and there was no one to be seen. I stood at the urinals biding my time, reading all the graffiti, stroking my cock, imagining how good it would be to be feeding it down some guy s hungry throat or up his velvety chute. I pulled on my balls with one hand, squeezing and making them taught and slightly hurting myself, while I played with the precum that was leaking heavily out of my piss slit. I moved my left hand from my bollocks up under my t-shirt and twisted and teased my nipples. If no one turned up soon, I was going to jerk off and leave a hot streak of spunk dribbling down the urinal or over the wall. I then heard the noise of someone approaching and defensively hid my cock from view. 9 chances out of 10 it wasn t someone genuinely needing a piss at this time of night and in this place, but hey, you never knew. I casually glanced at the door and then looked back down, pretending to piss. I had caught enough of a glance to know a very cute young kid had just walked in, brimming with self-assurance, hair all messed up, trackie trousers on, white trainers, designer top and some kind of chain round his neck. He had the look that cocky, self-confident, chavvy type of look that teenage kids all up and down the UK have perfected: fit, sporty, provocative and screaming come fuck me . He stood at the urinal directly next to me, although it was completely unnecessary. He was about 5 9 , therefore shorter than me, and I guessed he was about 15 perhaps 14 if he was particularly precocious. He stood with his legs wide open, took out his cock and pissed forcefully into the urinal. His arm brushed mine as he did so. I had not acknowledged him, nor looked down at his dick. Fucking queers he said, motioning with his head to the graffiti that covered the walls above our heads. Fucking bum bandits deserve to die of something horrible most of em probably will. Yeah what-ever I replied, and thought this was a little odd, not to mention offensive coming from a kid who had deliberately stood so close to me. He obviously looked down at my cock, which was still quite hard. You re a fucking bender yourself, aren t you? he said, Tossing yourself off in the bogs. What s the matter, can t find any shit holes to stick your cock in? I d watch your gob if I were you I answered. Why, wanna stick your cock in it? Or would you rather shove it up here? he said before turning round and pulling his trackies down for a moment to show his arse. He wasn t wearing underwear. Queer aids fucker he said and spat on my t-shirt. I began to lose it internally. You want some he again taunted and turned round to wiggle his very comely little arse. Yeah maybe I do I said and grabbed him round the waist, partly to provoke, partly to see if a bit of physical contact would scare the little fuck into clearing off and leaving me to my wank. The effect was ballistic. He nearly jumped a foot in the air, swung round and started really screaming abuse at me. He lashed out and scratched at me. I backed off and tried to call him down, but again he spat, this time full at my face. I d had enough, and grabbed hold of him hard, pinning him against the wall. The abuse still poured out of his mouth, so I decided I was going to teach him a lesson he wouldn t forget. It was like a rage coming over me: I yanked his trackies down, and grabbed hold of his cock and balls, twisting them hard. He howled in pain and tried to bite me. I pulled his head back and kissed his mouth he nearly gagged. I shoved one hand up his top and tweaked his nipple hard, causing him to gasp again in pain. His body was smooth and incredibly hard: lean and fit, that of a teenager who did lots of sport, rather than that of a gay guy who spent hours working out in the gym. His medium sized cock nestled in some fresh looking down and was completely flaccid. There was only a sprinkling of hair on his inner thighs and calves none at all on his chest other than a sprout below his belly button, heading down to his pubes. His hair was dark, his eyes blue and his face oh so boyish and painfully pretty, despite the sneering expression and rough character inside.