First Kiss, 1
by J.M.
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
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!
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