First Kiss, 2

by J.M.

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 ws 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 remaining 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!