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.