FIRST KISS Part 1 I was slight of stature with little body hair, yet I had a respectable size cock. Uncircumsized and 7" long with low hanging balls I was envious of men I saw at the urinals who had soft but extremely long dicks emerging from their zippers. The only experience of any sexual nature was masterbation of which I engaged frequently. I was shy and had not had any real dating per say with any of the girls I went to high school with. I had attended a small town high school and had never engaged in any experimentation with other guys due to the ridicule I had seen and heard given to any male who even acted a little effeminate. Away at the state college for my first year I was in a rather large city in comparison to my home town. I became inthrolled by the various graffiti found in public restrooms and had tried to check out as many as I could. Transportation presented a problem as I had no car and the money for buses mounted up. Narrowing down my restroom hangouts to a few on campus and several near off campus locales I was surprised and encouraged to notice a few regulars who seemed to be doing the same as I. My most exciting encounter to date was happening on a stall that had fresh cum dripping from the stall door and an unflushed toilet that was dark yellow with standing acrid urine. I did not realize how hot the smells of this place would get me and I bent close to the door to smell the dripping goo. My load came quick and spattered on the door mixing with the fresh spunk already present. I sat on the john until I was soft enough to piss and I added my scent to the already foul bowl. I left without flushing and had a hot jackoff fantasy played over and over in my head about watching the first participant lose his load on the stall door. I was getting bolder and had found one restroom with a hole in the stall wall that allowed observation of the next occupant. My only real encounter to date was when a man was occupying the stall and shitting up a real nasty stink. He didn't play with himself or appear to be interested in me so I just sat and occupied space and time while the reeking odor surround- ing me seemed to get heavier. This man left and I sat biding my time while I began to play with my cock. I spit on the head and pulled the foreskin slowly down as far as it would go. Several days had passed since my last ejaculation and I was thinking of having the stall door as my target. There was some nice drawings of a dude with his legs up and another fucking him. I had tickled my asshole while jacking off but had no real penetration. The feeling of my finger around the outside was pleasureable and I though getting fucked could be hot but was sure that the pain must be horrible when the first time occurs. I was getting very close and had a nice bit of precum when the stall next to me became occupied again. I quickly stuffed my cock in the toilet bowl and waited. My companion in the neighboring stall wiped the seat in a peculular way. He had torn paper off the roll but he turned to the side so his ass faced my wall opening. He was a big man from this view. His attire was jeans that were tatered and I could catch glimpses of muscular hairy legs under the areas that where ripped. He had a good build from the back and looked like he was tall and tightly built. He turned to sit and slowly unbuckled his belt. The buckle was a large round one and his belt was a wide leather black of woven strands. He unbuttoned his jeans and I noticed they had buttons all the way down the fly. Slowly each button was being undone. I noticed his big hands and was really excited. I forgot about descretion and leaned forward gazing through the hole. My positon must have been evident from his view point. He got the last button undone and let the jeans slide down to his ankles. I gasped uncontrollably as he had massive muscular legs and a hot hard butt profile. His cock was not yet erect but it protruded exstensively from his jockstrap. I had never thought of wearing a jockstrap under my normal clothes and this was a turn on. His strap was stained yellow in front and I just drooled when he let it down to sit on the shitter. His cock was huge soft and it was uncut like mine. He slowly peeled back the foreskin before he sat down and I noticed it was cheesy underneath. Mine had on occasion gotten this way when I had not washed recently especially after cumming several times between showers. He sat on the throne and placed his cock facing down to the bowl. I noticed he glanced over my way and I bolted upright. I was nervious and excited and scared shitless. He began to piss and let out a long forceful one that seemed to go on forever. I was jolted again when I heard a deep forceful voice. His comment about the stench in the john caught me off guard. I remained silent, never had I spoken to a stranger in a bathroom. "You alright, ain't sick are you?" he said. "Yea", I stuttered "It was the guy in here before that made the stink". A grunt was all that emerged and he began to shit. I heard the release of gas from his bowels and the dropping of shit into the bowl. I was light headed as his odors wafted my way. This was what I wanted but I was really scared. He must have noticed since his next comment was about my trembling. "Sure you are okay you look kind of pale and you are sweating" he stated as he bent forward and looke through the hole. This was to much and I wiped, pulled up my pants and started out without even flushing the toilet. He just pulled up his pants and opened his door before I could get by. He stood fly open belt undone with only the top button closed. I was really shaking as he stood there. He must have been in his early to mid forties and he was balding but keep his remaining hair close cropped. He had a close cut beard and was wearing a tank top that showed an excellent build. Height wise he appeared to be in the 6 foot plus range. He acted in control as he motioned for me to stop and remarked " Don't go running off just yet you seem to need some help". I began to move around him and he just circled me with his arms and moved his lips to mine. His ruff beard scratched my hair- less face and he pressed his lips to mine. I started to struggle but could get now where against his powerfull body, nor did I really want to. He began to press his lips and then delved with his tongue into my mouth. I slowly relaxed and he was basically holding me up. My knees where weak and buckled but I loosened my mouth and allowed his tongue to pry. I even began to kiss back which he liked and grunted his approval. The main door to the john started to open and I tried to break off the embrace but he held tight. I was starting to panic when he released his grip. I stumbled backward and he just turned around and walked out. He eyed the man walking in dead on with a confidence that I could only dream about. I stammered and stuttered but really did not have anything to say and I watched the new man just give a look at me and seemed to be discusted by what he thought had occured. I straightened up and walked out. As I left I heard, " Shit, mother fucking fags left this place a fucking mess". I remembered that both stalls had full bowls that weren't flushed. I quickly left the area so the man in the bathroom would not find me since I didn't know what he would do. I was not a fighter and I didn't have the big man around to help me out if the pissed off guy came after me. I looked for the man who had made me almost faint with passion but he was no where around. Getting to the bus stop would be easy from here but I decided to take a different route so if the other man followed I would lead him away from my life. I took some turns through some shops and ended up at a different bus stop. I was going to walk more but the bus was arriving so I got on. I made sure no one was following and then took it to the needed transfer to get me back to my dorm. Once in the dorm room I relaxed as I was alone and layed down on the bed. I got a hard thinking about my first kiss and started to cry as I relived the fear of discovery. The man had called me a fag. I did love the feeling of being held and kissed by a man and I was excited enough to want to do it again. I knew I would be making a trek back to the same bathroom to find this man who I wanted to give of myself freely! Part 2 Many nights had been spent with images flowing through my mind of the man who had given me my first kiss. I was thrown over into another realm. The realm of forbidden desire after the first bite of the fruit of knowledge has been taken. I was wanton in my desires to give the man his way with my body. Many days had been spent going to the same stall, sitting and waiting, others had come and a few had tried to intrest me but to no avail. I had decided this man, the man who had made me tremble, sweat, weaken and cry all with a kiss was to have me as no one had yet. Dreams occured and transcended description, they were bright flashes of unspeakable sensations that left my body wet after they had gone. Wet with sweat and the cum of nocturnal emmissions. Weeks passed with no sign of my hoped for lover. I was beginning to doubt his exist- ence and was beging to question my sanity. Body types of such difference as ours seemed incompatable to me, at least I doubted he would want me, I wanted him with abandoned. Money saved from scrimping here and there allowed me to by some jeans like he had worn. New and stiff I wore them proudly as a symbol of my needs. Underneath I had my jockstrap from P.E., it would become stained like his. I would ejaculate into the cup and not wash it as well as let my piss dribbles fall in it also instead of shaking them off after urin- ation. Emulation would be my actualization of a desire and fleeting touch of experience. In the college gym I began to develop my own body. Never would it approach my mentors but for the months that followed I allowed my self the ridicule of the jocks as I entered their turf. Learning the ways of weights and nutrition I slowly changed my features to emulate the needs I had, those of a man who had confidence, control, and power. Meeting my man, the man who gave me so much was not to happen. I therefore applied myself to my studies and development of my body. The one thing that I kept was my special strap. It became worn and tatered as I used it as my release, its smell brought back the flood of sensations from that day now so long ago. I had the smells, sounds, sights engrained. I needed the taste and touch to occur,but yet I was feeling more pure energy than I had ever know. Development physically had taken tremendous strides over the four years. I enrolled in a martial arts class after my freshman year and here now at the time of graduation I was receiving not only my diploma but also my black belt. Much was to be learned for I was still inexperienced in the ways of loving, but I had mastered my physical form to a level previously unknown and unsuspected by me. I had a mental toughness that was a direct link to the masterful kiss I had been given those many years ago. My jackoff fantasies now had a theme that ran consistent even though I spent less time indulging it. I now was in control and would have the ability to make my release occur as I desired. A new job and a location in a bigger city allowed me time to view going ons as I had never seen. I had found the place where men with passions and strength relaxed and allowed themselves the freedom to engage in active lives of love. I was an observer and had many offers but made sure that all knew my stance was one of backround audience and not active participant. This city allowed me to scope out many areas and I knew deep down that I was to give as I had received, it was just a matter of when and where. A new city had brough new things and one was a new strap for under my special jeans. The muscles had made new jeans required but there was one old pair that had become tattered and still wearable. I had a special leather jock that I now wore with these and this is the outfit my boy would first see. It occured one afternoon in a store restroom. A young man of slight stature was consistently checking out the restroom. I noted him when I went into the store, it was from an isle in the tools section that I could see the restroom door. Previous trips into this store had acquainted me with this john so I knew by the number of men out after he had gone in that he was probably alone. Entering this place I got excited just projecting what the outcome would be like. The only hole in this place allowed the viewer in the stall to watch the urinals. I had had my fill of fluids that day and it was a good time. I slowly walked to the pisser and eyed the boy in the stall. He was bent in a way that meant he was trying to get an angle on the view to come. I began by unbuttoning the fly one at a time and then pulling out my cock. It was not a huge cock but my bodybuilding and a piss hard made it look impressive I am sure. I let it out of the fly and slowly skinned it so my cheesy head was visible to the observer. I had to piss quick or I would get a hard and not be able to release my golden flow. The heavy stream started and splashed outward from the bowl getting on my jeans as the flow became more intense. I pissed for a good length of time and as of yet no one else had cum in the restroom. When I was done I took those last remain- ing drops and turned to the stall hole to allow the boy to see me stick my still dripping cock into a leather jock strap. He was also able to see I had put a leather cock ring on. I saw him bend low to look and he was oblivious to me noting his appearance and desire. He had his cock in his hand and was working it over, his was cut and he had sparse hair. Appearing to be of first year college age I noted his precum. To assure continued solitude I acted as if I was leaving for good and went out the door. No one was in the immediate area, so I returned. I opened the door normally but once inside I hurried to his stall a just pushed the door in. He jumped with a start and I saw he had yet to cum, but he was really trying. I grabbed him under his armpits and pulled him to me. I had several days of growth on my face and made sure I rubbed his chin and cheek with it as I brought my lips to his. He struggled but his hand was still working his cock. I began the kiss slow and gentle but built up to a probing, nibbling, passionate embrace. As quick as I started I left after letting him down to a sitting position. No one had interupted us so I had spared him the embassement of being caught. Once outside I concealed my local so I would be able to trail my young apprentice without his knowledge. If at all possible I would let him indure the simmer- ing nature of time, but I would bring him up with me. He would not know my inexperience hopefully due to his! Part 3 I let my kiss linger and simmer, since I had been able to track down the humble abode of the soon to be love of mine. He was in college and I was able to get a handle on his dorm room. He seemed quit the bookworm and made many trips to the library. I thought back to my first weeks after the kiss of my mentor. The dreams and excitement that flashed throughout my mind and body and the anticipation of being his. Alas as is known the dreams were never fil- led in the flesh. He did spark and awakening that made me the man I had grown into. I had no idea why I never saw him again, but I would try not to let the same happen with my protege. It was two weeks and if my memory had not failed this was the time when I was first losing hope of seeing the man who made me! It was time to get back together with my new buddy and it had to be special. Thursday night seemed to be when he cruised the bathrooms off campus. It was a pattern and he was headed out that way tonight. This would be when the fun would start. Planning for this and hoping no big Friday exams kept him from his appointed rounds I had bedecked myself in my torn jeans, leather jock and cock ring, tank top and boots. I had a large amount of fluid and hoped to be able to meet him in the same way. He went to the store and I watched and waited. The number of men in and out stabilized and he was not leaving so I assumed he had the stall. Even if another man had the other stall there was still the urinal that was by the opening. I slipped in as quietly as possible and with a slow quiet walk was able to glance under the stall doors. Only one set of feet and it was his shoes. I listened for a minute and heard the movement of someone working a cock back and forth that had some sloppy wet spit for lube. I could see the spit on the floor and knew he was working his rod. I stayed back and quiet as I unbuttoned and pulled my semi erect cock out. I work it to a full erection and walked to the urinal. The head was ex- posed with the skin back and cheesy smegma covered it. I walked right to the hole and stuck it through and said " You been dreaming about me haven't you boy". He jumped with a start and started to get his clothes together. He tried to get dressed and out but I surprised him by revealing the info I had so deviously acquired. "Sit down John Culver", I said. "You usually cruise the piss palors on Thursdays". "Don't run off when your man finally arrives or you might not get another kiss!" He stammered and started to talk when I walked out. I was going to tease him and let him get really hungry before hooking him with my bait. I made a quick exit out of the store and hurried back to a quiet area on campus that gave me a view of his dorms entrance. It took about an hour but he finally arrived. I gave him time to get to his room and then got a kid to drop a pizza delivered with a message. It read "Just remember the first kiss is the sweet one but what comes next is unbelievable" I didn't sign it so his story to his roommate could be anything he liked. I gave him several more weeks and I noticed he cruised the john on nights other than Thursday. I decide to let him have his fun on a non school night so I waited till Saturday and had another pizza delivered. This one had the message, "John tonight is the night!" He must have been really aroused because he followed the pizza man out and was looking around the dorm area for me. I liked this it showed he was ready. I had his place in view from an off campus park and was able to get his phone number by sweet talking a front desk attendant. She must have thought I was something because her number was on the paper too. I waited till he had returned to the room and called him. He answered and I matter of factly inquired why he was so hungry. "John you really must want to have someone take your hunger and fill it" I allowed some time and listened as he was quiet. I said " Is someone with you now that inhibits your speech boy?" He answered in the affirmative. I told him to tell whoever that this call was a crank call but also told him to meet me at the library at closing time. He was to sit outside by the bike racks on the bench, then I hung up. He was there an hour early and I allowed him to wait. The library closed and I allowed an extra thirty minutes. He was still sitting so I knew he was ready. No one was around and I walked behind him reached for his face, turned it and let him have another hot, wet kiss. I had again made sure my beard was ruff so he would now a man was kissing him and not be able to self justify by dreaming of a woman if it was even in his mind. He tried to pull back but campus was quiet so I let the kiss linger and then started to nibble on his neck and blow and lick his ear. He squirmed jumping up from the bench. I walked off towards and old grave yard that was just off campus. He wasn't following yet. As the distance between us increased he started to follow. I allowed him to get close enough to keep up but took a sharp corner and he walked straight. This allowed me to get as I had planned in a state of erection with my jeans open. I knew of only two paths he could follow so I choose one and stood there. He picked it and on the next turn he was staring me straight on. He gasped "Please" and said no more. "Please what boy" , I responded. "Please Sir don't hurt me" , he added. "Boy you will feel some hurt but that is only to cleave you open for more pleasure!" I said. "I will not make it unbearable but you will learn about being a man". He just wimpered and I slowy approached him. He was like a scared rabbit that was blinded by the light and couldn't move. I wrapped my arms around him and engaged his mouth in another long and wet kiss. I nibbled his lips and toungue and reached for the back of his mouth with mine. I picked him up and slowy took him to a grassy noll where I laid him down. I started to kiss him more and ran my fingers down his shirt to begin unbuttoning it. I blew in his ear and nibbled on it, licked it and slowly slid down his neck. I was heading for his rigid nipples and I gently licked his right and then left. I resumed with a kiss and he was beginning to lose fear and respond passionately. The shirt was off and now I was working on his jeans. He had a raging hard as I did also but I was not going for that yet. I slide his jeans down and showed him how he would be responding to me in the future. His first time was mine but he did not know that. I was doing to him all the gentle things I dreamed of a strong rugged man doing to me. I took his shooes and socks off and had his pants and shorts off. He was naked in the grass. I had him roll over on his stomach and began to give a slow deep massage. I felt the tension leave his body as I rubbed. I made sure to work all areas especially his round mound behind. I never touched his tight pucker or his cock or balls. I had him flip on his belly and massaged his front again avoiding his crotch. He was completely relaxed except for his cock. His eyes were closed and I slowly lowered my mouth down on his dick. I had practiced surpressing my gag reflex by having some of my jackoff sessions as practice cock sucking sessions. I used a dildo I had picked up in one of the adult shops. I slid the whole length in my mouth and allowed it to touch my back throat area. When he reached this area I breathed through my nose and began to swallow. His shaft fit all the way in and he lost his load then and there. I swallowed it all and had my first taste of cum except for my own. I let him lay and when he started to arouse he began to fear getting caught. He rapidly struggled to put his clothes on and said he had to leave. I didn't want to make him gun shy but I told him we had just started to have fun. He was scared but I knew he would be back so I let him go. I had his name and number he had nothing on me! Bye J.M.