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My first time with a man...

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 30 Nov 1997 1 comments
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It was very late at night and the main building for the Physics department stood nearly empty. I left my office briefly to go to the nearest washroom. As I emerged from the toilet stall, I was quite surprise to see a student at one of the urinals. I thought briefly he must be working on his master thesis and then thought nothing more about him as I started to wash my hands. After drying my hands, I decided to rapidly clean my glasses. He was still at the urinal! A bit perplexed and wondering why it was taking so long for him to finish urinating, I kept glancing at him. He was a little more than six feet in height, blond haired and very muscular. He had a typical student T- shirt, blue jeans and leather working boots. As I look at him, I noticed his hips swaying and his right arm moving. The more I looked the more enticing it became. My first thought was, "He's masturbating!" Then rapidly my mind attempted to think of all the other logical alternatives. There wasn't any! "Maybe he thinks he's alone," I thought. I attempted a few fake coughs. He still stood there and continued playing with himself. I was totally intrigued. At that point, I was just staring at him. I couldn't look anywhere else but at his back. I was mesmerized by the movements of his shoulders, right arm and hips. I wanted to approach. To look. But I just stood there frozen not knowing what to do. A total disappointment enveloped me as I saw him back a bit from the urinal and stopped playing with himself. He stood there not moving then swiftly lowered his jeans and continued masturbating. The first thing I noticed was his baggy light blue underwear and the second were his powerful muscular legs. Most of the muscles were clearly defined even if his legs were covered with a fine golden coat. "Does he want me to stay, to approach or to leave," I thought stupidly? I was totally excited and yet petrified with fear. What if someone decided to enter the washroom? What would I say? What would I do? There was nearly total silence in the bathroom. The only sound was of the unmistakable sound of skin rubbing humid skin. My heart was pounding, cold sweat slowly dripping from my armpits and forehead, my mouth was so dry. I slowly advanced toward the urinal. I wanted to look. No, I needed to look. I went straight to the nearest urinal and pretended to unzip. I looked up and down. My body was shaking and my hands were trembling. I bravely turned my head and stared. I didn't look at his face or body. I looked at his cock. It was huge, covered with large veins, it had a deep brownish purple color. The moist head of his cock mushroomed out. It was flushed red in color. His balls were hanging from his underwear. He removed his hand from his penis and turned toward me. His erect cock swung up, left, down and right as he advanced toward me. My universe was his penis. I studied every pore, ridge and bump as it came closer and closer toward me. He advanced until the head of his cock bumped into my left hand. I looked up to his green eyes. He had a very Slavic face, big boned and thick lips. He smiled. And slowly he rubbed his cock on my hand. I was totally overwhelmed. Never had I felt such excitement and fear at the same time. He gently took my left hand and placed it on his penis. As my fingers wrapped around the stem of his cock, I shrived and felt such an abandonment of emotions. I let my hand explore his cock and balls. I felt the sponginess, hardness, the warmth, the silky feel of the head, the moisture of the pre cum, the coarseness of his pubic hair, the heavy and oval lumps of his testicles and the tight wrinkles of his scrotum. He let me play with his cock not saying a word just breathing more deeply when I was touching a more sensitive part. After a near eternity of joy, he grabbed hold of my trousers. He undid the belt, then the fly, and my trousers tumbled to my knees. He started to lower my boxer shorts. All I wanted was for him to see my cock and to feel his hands around it, but at the same time I felt totally inadequate. My cock was much smaller then his. But I didn't say anything as he lowered my shorts. His large hand enveloped my penis. He caressed my cock, teased my balls and toyed with the head of my penis. He then advanced and pressed his cock on mine and started to pump both of our cocks together. The feeling on the tip of his cock bumping into my balls, the bumpy feeling of his cock, and the strength of his hand pressing tightly our two penises together are some of the memories that I will never forget. Then he spoke the only words of that night, "Look into my eyes." There we stood staring intensely into each other eyes, as he both pumped us dry. He ejaculated a few minutes later, flooding my balls and legs with his come. His eyes open wider and his pupils dilated. He closed his eyes momentarily. My breaths sharpen as I neared my orgasm. He stopped pumping and just holding our two cocks. He brought a finger of his other hand to his lips and moistened it. He then restarted pumping our cocks. I felt his other hand exploring my ass. And before I could say anything his finger plunged into my anus. I never felt such pleasure. He started to pump wildly our cocks. I never felt so exposed as he looked directly into my eyes when I ejaculated. I never had such a strong orgasm. It felt like all my body wanted to be pumped out from my cock. My body was electric. My mind was dancing. He still continued to pump, my body swaying with his every motion. I nearly collapsed and fell forward, and leaned on warm muscular body. Laughing with euphoria and wild abandonment. He kissed me and lowered himself and licked my legs, balls and cock clean. He then raised my trousers and did my belt. I grabbed hold of his half erect cock never wanting to let go. We French-kissed. Tasting the mixture of our semen. He gently pushed me away. He smiled and raised his jeans. As he turned, he smiled one last time and rapidly left the washroom. After a moment or two in a daze I attempted to follow him. I searched all around the campus. But he was nowhere to be found. Later, much later, I returned to my office. My mind awash with disappointment, guilt and joy. Where did he go, what was his name, how could have done something so utterly reckless, could I have gotten AIDS from that encounter, am I gay, why did I let myself go, will he tell someone, were some of the many questions that flooded my mind. All those questions were thrown away as open my office door. There he was curled on my couch. He was completely naked. I must have made a noise since he quickly woke up and stood up. We embraced and talked while holding each other cock to the early hours of that morning. It has been eight wonderful years now that I'm with him. My life has changed completely. We live together as husband and husband now. And every anniversary we return to that washroom to relive that faithful night.