Date: Wed, 3 Dec 2008 00:23:19 -0600
From: TB
Subject: A Sexual Journey Chapter 1

Intro to all stories: I was counting the number of blowjobs I had given the
other day, and when I got into the 30's, I realized that I had truly blown,
and sometimes fucked, many a man.  Some were totally hot encounters, some
were awkward and unsatisfying.  But each has a place in my mind and I will
try to write about each.  I'm sure I cannot maintain chronological order,
so only the first story will represent the first time.  I hope you enjoy.

1) First time with gay sex

I attended college in Colorado, the state where I was raised.  I had never
had any homosexual thoughts, or encounters that I can remember before
college, other than the pre-pubescent cock sucking I gave to my older
brother and step-brother, but that never amounted to anything other than
young boys curiosity.

In college, the library was a place to study, and as I was in a frat, to
study in a frat is to get drunk and stoned and try to study.  So while
studying at the library, I needed to use the restroom, and there I found
the writings that flipped a switch in my mind.  I read about sucking, and
blowjobs and BJs and sat with a hardon with my eyes transfixed on what I
was reading.  It soon became no coincidence that my "studies" became more
frequent, as did my trips to that bathroom.

After a time I decided that I would take action.  There was always a bold
faced writing for "tap foot for BJ" that was constantly there.  I
encountered that individual one day, and we both did the mutual foot tap,
but I chickened out and left before anything happened.  I'm glad I did,
because I saw him searching me out (or at least my shoes) and he was a
troll and a half.  But still I yearned to take a step into a different
world of sexuality.

Finally, after a few months of reading and jacking, as chance would have
it, I sat down one weekend day to read a new message that listed a day and
time, which happened to be this day and this time.  Lo and behold, in comes
a figure that sits down in the stall beside me.  I wait with my heart
racing, I see his shoes, and I do the foot tap as a signal that I am
wanting and willing.  Slowly a paper is passed underneath the stall that
says "18 and hot, lower level west bathroom."  I read it with wide eyes and
wait as my anonymous partner leaves the restroom.  This is it, I think to
myself, and hop up and make my way to our rendezvous point.

It's about a 5-minute walk, as I am on the third floor and the meeting
place is in the basement.  I don't see anyone moving that way as I journey
and so have my doubts about the sincerity of it all.  As I approach the
bathroom door, I am concealing my hardon as well as I can as I am wearing
cotton sweat pants and no underwear.  From the other direction comes a red
head, same size as me (HWP), decent looking and moving with a purpose, and
he enters the bathroom ahead of me.  I follow behind him, and he moves to
the middle stall and closes the door.  This has got to be him, I think, and
take a chance encouraged by horniness, and knock on the door.  It opens.

We both stand together and slowly begin to rub one another's crotch.  I
undo his pants and pull down both his pants and underwear because I just
can't wait to get my mouth on a cock.  And what a cock it is.  It is fully
hard and sticking out at about 3 inches.  A disappointment from my
fantasies about this, but I'm dedicated to it though, so I sit down on the
toilet and start my first blow job.  I'm shaking as I suck up and down on
the little penis, trying to keep a steady rhythm, trying to do it as I
would want it done to me.  It feels so good in my mind, just like it does
when I eat pussy.  There is a satisfaction of giving another person
pleasure in such a deviant way.  The thought of another man cumming in my
mouth begins to enter my mind.

After a few minutes, I get the signal that it's my turn.  Now my piece is
no porn star tool, but it approaches seven cut and is decent thickness.
I've been told many men that it's nice to suck on.  Anyway, this young red
head goes at it with vigor.  I have never had a mouth feel so good.  Maybe
it was the excitement of the encounter, or maybe it was the low quality
blowjobs that women are so famous for, but as I sat there on the toilet, he
moved up and down my tool with dedication and expertise.  After a short
period of time I felt the orgasm welling up in me, and without saying
anything I unloaded in this red headed strangers mouth in a shaking,
convulsing outer body experience that left me spent.

And so my partner stands up, wipes his mouth with some TP, and stays there
with his little cock looking at me.  I knew my obligation, so I went back
to work on it with the same dedication to rhythm I had before.  The
difference now was my mind had changed about the whole cumming in my mouth
thing.  I wasn't so sure now.  But I knew that if he came without saying
anything as I had, I would be forced to take it.  So I decided then and
there that I would let him if he wanted me to.

When he did cum, he pushed my head away, and came into the same tissue he
had wiped his mouth with earlier.  I was relieved and a bit disappointed.
We both pulled up our pants, said thanks, and parted ways.  I never saw
that person again.

And so began my journey...