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My first time...

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 20 Sep 1997 1 comments
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My first experience with another guy was with my college roommate. We were both 22 and had the same general appearance, we were both nice looking, trim and fit. When we first started rooming together, we shared a bedroom. It did not take me long to realize that on most every night, my roomie, Ed, was eagerly pleasuring himself. He really made no attempt to hide this from me. I eventually overcame my shyness and one night slipped out of my boxers and matched him stroke for stroke. He slept on a waterbed across from my single bed. I could hear the waves as he neared climax. I worked myself up into a frenzy also, moaning ever so lightly and writhing beneath the sheets. It seemed like we would do this a lot, but neither of us ever talked about it. One day, I came home early from class and went into our room to take a nap. To my (pleasant) surprise, Ed was reaching climax just as I entered the room. There was no time for him to pull back. I could hardly wait to strip down to my boxers and get in my bed. He pretended, as he was cumming, that he was shifting in bed, but both he and I knew what had just occurred. A little while after I got into bed, he got up and went into the bathroom to clean up. I slipped out of bed and went over to his bed. I wanted to see if his "cum catcher" (an old athletic sock) was still warm with his cum, it was. I savored the smell of his manhood momentarily, as I could hear him coming back to our room. He got back in his bed and said he was going to sleep for a few more minutes. Well, you can imagine what was on mine mind. As he pretended to sleep, I put on a show for him. I removed my boxers and immedialtely started stroking. I was discreet about it, but there was no doubt about what I was doing. As I exploded into my cum catcher, I saw, out of the corner of my eye, him loooking at me. This was great fun and continued two-three times a week for the remainder of the quarter. We decided that the next quarter, winter, that we would move out and get our own place. The other two guys that we lived with were getting to be a pain in the ass. To make a long story short, we moved in together but we each had our own seperate room. To keep up our game though, we never slept with the doors shut. One night, we decided that we wanted to go chase some pussy. We drank a good bit of beer and had a good time at a George Jones concert, but we came home pussy-less. As we each undressed for bed, we talked about our misfortune. Oh well, we both decided, it's late. We went to our seperate rooms when I decided I still wanted to talk to him. I went to his room and we started talking about how horny we were. I also commented about how cold it was tonight, it was the dead of winter and we had forgotten to turn the heat up before we left to go out. I was in my boxers and he was, as usual, wearing his white briefs. His waterbed was heated. I got up my nerve as I new it was now or never. I went over to his bed and crawled in beside him. We lay there for what seemed an eternity, until I said, "wanna jerk each other off?" He turned his back to me and said "no." But the no was not very convincing. I said are you sure, as I hiked my leg over his, leavingmy hard dick pressed into his backside. I reached my hand over his back to his crotch and felt his hard dick. Again he said "no," this time pushing me away. But as he did, his hand grabbed my ever stiffening dick. Then he said "o.k." We both stripped down. It was my first time and I was very nervous. I think he had done this before, but I never found out for sure. We made marvelous love for over an hour. We started by mutually jerking each other's hard dick and then eventually moved to the 69 position. He was moving me to ecstasy, when I asked him to slow down or I was gonna cum all over him. He obliged, as he steadily pumped his hard cock in and out of my mouth. We eventually started jerking each other again. I was pumping his hard, throbbing cock like mad, when he placed his hand over my hand and showed me the rhythm that he preferred. Oh man I loved it. He came first, moaning ever so slightly. He continued jerking my hard, stiff cock, at a perfect pace. As I exploded my self, he did not miss a beat. He continued jerking my dick until it turned soft. He then got up and showered, I smoked a cigerette and we retired to our seperate rooms. We made out only a few times after that. Each time I initiated things. I can still see his hard dick and think of him often, as I relive the memory as I jerk myself off. I have talked to him a few times since we graduated, the most recent being a couple of months ago. I started to ask him if he ever thought about the old days, hoping maybe we could hop in the sack again. Alas, I chickend out. We are both married with two kids. Still, I wish I new if he ever thought about reliving some of our old college days.