Date: Sat, 6 Dec 2008 01:26:08 -0600
From: TB
Subject: A Sexual Journey - 2

Intro to all stories: I was counting the number of blowjobs I had given the
other day, and when I got into the 30's, I realized that I had truly blown,
and sometimes fucked, many a man.  Some were totally hot encounters, some
were awkward and unsatisfying.  But each has a place in my mind and I will
try to write about each.  I'm sure I cannot maintain chronological order,
so only the first story will represent the first time.  I hope you enjoy.

After my first encounter with another man, a great blowjob and a chance to
suck on another man's dick, I was feeling many different things.  I had
feelings of anxiety, shame, elation and wanting all at once.  On thing I
knew was that eventually I would be back for more, and I knew that the
amount of traffic in the library bathroom was my ticket.

After a few weeks I began to frequent the same bathroom stalls I had
earlier.  There were many messages there, all of them gave me a hardon and
all of them made me want to act out the many fantasies I was having about
oral sex with a man.

I went to the same stall I was at before where I was solicited so kindly by
the man of my first encounter.  There is a smell in a bathroom, one that
must be a combination of cleaners and human beings that seems to be
especially prevalent in places where men come to meet.  I catch it here and
there, always in a public restroom, and always it makes me remember these
times.  It was while I was thinking of this smell, inhaling it, reading the
wall, when I looked to the TP dispenser and saw a small slip of paper
there.  I pulled it out and there was an address with a date and call to
action.  I read that paper twenty times, my dick pulsing in between my
legs.  Finally, I got up, pulled up my pants, and left the library for my
car.  I was dressed in jeans, a jean jacket, and sunglasses like the CHP
would wear.

I drove calmly to the address that was written down.  I was a total novice
to all of this, so for all I knew it was an invitation to an ass whooping.
I climbed the steps to the apartment building, and knocked on the door.
The young man that answered was nothing special, but nothing hideous
either.  I handed him the note I had in my hand.  I must have had an
intimidating look, because he looked at it, and then handed it back to me
saying, "what's this?"

My heart was beating like crazy, and I totally chickened out, turned around
and walked.  As I descended the stairs of the apartment building, he called
out, "what's your name?"

I kept walking and didn't answer.  It wasn't until I calmed down on the
ride home that I realized that it was me that looked like I was going to
kick someone's ass, and him that was intimidated.  He asked my name to try
to get me to come back around, only I was still too chicken.

But that's not the end of the story...

A week later I was in the same stall, and this time I read a message with a
phone number to call.  I wrote it down, walked to the payphone at the
basement of the library and called it.  A voice answered and I offered to
come over.  I was given the address, and wouldn't you know it, it was the
same address.  Of course I didn't waste any time getting to my car and
getting there.

I knocked the door, this time not dressed so thuggish.  I was invited in
and this time I wasn't going to run scared.  He asked me what I wanted, and
I looked him in the eye and said, "I want to suck you."

He led me to the bedroom and laid down on his single bed.  I pulled down
his shorts and went to work on his 5 1/2" tool.  It wasn't huge by any
account, but it was a step up from my first encounter.

I put it in my mouth and went to work.  I moved up and down, side to side.
I sucked hard and I sucked soft.  I licked his balls, and slobbered on his
head with a gentle suckle.  I moved up one side of his shaft and down the
other.  I wanted to give it every angle I had, and experience everything I
could.  After a time I had him flip around and get on my chest and fuck my
mouth.  I looked up at him as his hips gently thrusted his cock into my
eager mouth.  The whole time I was anticipating an orgasm straight into my
mouth.  It never came.

After some time, I got tired, and offered my cock to him.  And boy did he
want it.  This was my first introduction into the difference between a
"top" and a "bottom".  I didn't realize that I loved both, but there were
many out there that preferred to bottom, and this guy was one of them.  He
sucked me long and deep, and as I moaned for "deeper" he said "don't cum in
my mouth, OK?"

"OK," was my reply, and I was true to my word.  I told him I was cumming,
and he quickly moved his hand in place of his mouth and jacked my cum all
over my chest.  Then he stood up and asked if he could cum on me.  I told
him no, stood up, walked straight his bathroom, and then used his towel to
wipe my cum off my chest.  I walked right back into his bedroom, put on my
pants, and walked out without saying a word.