Date: Wed, 8 Oct 2008 00:18:16 -0700
From: Mark Hankering <mhankering@gmail.com>
Subject: Wandering Mark part 1

	So I've been a reader of nifty for years now.  It was one of the
first sexual outlets I discovered growing up, and its still a main squeeze.
Its a grab bag, though.  There is a ton of crap that you can see right
through and doesn't even turn you on.  You can tell when something is based
on the truth.  It's sexy.  When its really good, the fantasy lasts a few
sessions beyond the first reading.

Some real-life encounters are like that.  You think about them for weeks,
or if they are really good, they mold your expectations and desires for the
rest of your life.  A few nights ago, in San Francisco, I had my own.  It
was totally mindblowing and wonderful.  I don't know why- maybe just
because I needed to share this experience- I wrote it down with the
intention of posting it.  I'm sorry if my writing isn't that great.  I know
that sometimes when something is so vivid in your mind you forget to
explain the details.  I'll try to give them to you so you can imagine it
all.

Of course, don't read this shit if your underage or it is illegal or
offends you unless you have a fetish for being disgusted.  Also, please
note that I bend the truth a little here and there for privacy issues and
to make it more interesting.


I checked in to the Hostel- the HI- at about 7:00 pm.  I am travelling
lightly- just a tightly packed internal frame bag.  I got into town about 2
maybe, and walked around fishermans warf.  I know I looked out of place
with my big bag with a towel and tennis shoes hanging off of it- but they
must get a lot of tourists in town.  Its San Fran.  No one looked at me too
weird anyway.  I didn't try to eat in a sit-down restaurant with my bag as
a date, anyway.  I just got a street hotdog for dinner by the alcatraz
ferry- I figured thats where wandering types ate.

	It was a breezy but sunny afternoon.  A lot of people were wearing
fleece, some windbreakers.  I was in my Keene sandals.  My toes were
getting a little cold, but I prefer that to keeping my feet all cramped up
in shoes.  And I don't want to admit that summer is over.  I was one of the
kids who wore shorts until it snowed.  I spent probably an hour watching
the sea lions (or are they walruses?) on their rafts off the wharf.  Those
things are LOUD.  They kind of remind me of tourists.  I looked around when
this occurred to me, but everyone was pretty fit.  I'm not sure how many of
them were actually tourists.  It could be that such a nice day drew out the
locals.  That would explain why I was one of the only ones actually
watching the sea lions for any significant amount of time.

	I probably watched them for a good hour.  To be honest, I didn't
know quite what to do, so I was just letting them entertain me until I
figured it out.  I needed to get a map of the area.  I had printed off a
google map of where my hostel was, but I didn't quite know how to get
there.  It is a little North/East of the Castro, but I didn't even know
where that was at the time.  (It is Monday now and this was Thursday).  I
decided to go back to the ferry port where I got the hot dog.  I figured
that I'd be going to go see Alcatraz at some point while I'm here, so why
not right away?

	I walked up to the building, trying to see if I could find the
prices for tickets.  Before I could find them, I heard a tinny male voice

"can I help you?"  I looked down to the ticket booth, and there was the guy
who had asked me.  '

"Umm, do you have a map of San Fran I could borrow?" I asked, getting a
good look at him.

He looked around, and I got a good look at him.  He was cute, not hot, but
definitely good looking either way.  He had short blond hair- really blond,
almost white.  It was buzzed mostly, with an uneven fringe on the top.  He
had red small-guage spacers in both of his ears, and despite being thin, he
has a roundish face.  Blue or green eyes, I can't really remember.  He was
also wearing a plaid cotton shirt.  He was a little emo/hipster, but in a
cute not over-the-top way.

	He pulled out pad of tourist maps- the ones with all the
advertisements around the edges.  He tore one off and passed it to me.

"Did you just get here?" He asked me.

"Yeah, the backpack give me away?"

"A little bit.  What do you think of the city so far?"

"Its cool I guess.  I've really only seen the sea lions so far.  I
literally just got here."

"Where are you coming from?"

"Albuquerque.  Greyhound all the way."

"Nasty!  How long did that take?"

"More than a day.  I left yesterday morning.  The bus was delayed sometime
during the night, so I ended up getting here 4 hours later than scheduled,
at two."

"Wow.  Where you staying?"

"I'm at the HI hostel"

"Which one?  The one close to the Castro?"

I blushed a little, I think, when he mentioned it.  I knew it was the gay
part of town before I got here.

"Yeah."

He pulled out a pen and showed me how to get down that way.  I showed him
my google map (after digging it out of my bag), and he showed me the street
I'd take a bus down to get there.

"So were you planning on taking the ferry?"  He asked me after we figured
out my route.

"Yeah, but I saw the price.  There isn't a student discount?"

"Well actually, don't tell anyone, but there is a promotional thing on
Saturday and I've got some tickets on reserve here."

"Are they cheaper or something?"

"No, I could just give you one.  They never all get picked up when we do
these things, and even if they do we could just print out more.  You'd have
no problem.  Here."

"You probably wouldn't want to go, huh?  I'm sure you go all the time."

"Not as much as you might think.  But It still doesn't sound that exciting
to me."

"Well... would you want to grab a drink?  I literally don't know anyone in
town."

He took a look at me like he was finally considering who I was and what I
was doing.

"Sure.  How about some dinner instead?"

I got his number, and he let me go check in at the hostel and freshen up.
I wasn't sure if it was a date or not.  He was pretty concievably gay, or
lonely, or both.  He was friendly in any case, and seemed to have a good
knowledge of the city so I didn't have much to lose.

	My hostel room consisted of four beds- two bunks, with a locker by
the door and two big windows looking across to another building.  There
wasn't anyone else in the room, so I stripped down and wrapped my towel
around myself and headed to the bathroom.  My shower experience was pretty
standard- but it was nice to wash off the stink of being stuck on a bus for
a day.  I changed into my tennis shoes and a polo with my jacket, and I was
ready to go.  I noticed it was hot, so I opened the window a bit before I
left.  It must have been the heat, because it was pretty chilly outside.

	My dinner with Jake was great.  We actually had a lot to talk about
and I was very comfortable with him.  We ended up going out for a few
drinks and stayed out until about midnight or one.  Jake was very charming,
flirty, but not aggressive.  We had fish tacos for dinner, and I tried a
variety of local beers from the pub we went to afterwards.  I think I'm
going to do another installment after this one, and I'll tell you more
about our date there.  Don't worry, you're not missing out on any action.
He was gay, we talked about our coming out stories together and everything.
The exciting stuff didn't happen until last night on our second date, but
as I said, I'll tell you about that next time.

	I was pretty tipsy by the time I got back to the hostel.  It was
very quiet, with just a couple of people on the computers and no one at the
main desk.  After getting lost down a hallway on the wrong floor, I found
my room.  I was loud and kind of stumbled in.  I started to kick off my
shoes and take off my jacket before I realized that there was someone
sleeping on the other lower bed.  Thank god I didn't turn on the light.  He
stirred a little, but didn't wake up completely.  I tried to be a little
more quiet, and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and piss out some of
the beer.  When I got back, he was dead asleep.

	I noticed when I got back in the room that he was in his underwear-
vertical striped boxers, with the top sheet just covering his lower legs.
As I pondered that, I realized it was hot again in the room.  I wanted to
open the window, but I didn't want to make him cold- and I thought it would
be awkward to put a blanket over him.

	He had very smooth skin.  I could see him in the light from the
window, and his skin seemed to glow.  His nipples stood out to me, they
were very dark, and hard despite the warmth of the room.  He had almost a
diamond of dark hair in between his pecs, and just the slightest happy
trail.  His shorts were puffy, tented almost, in the way stiff fabric can
look.  His right arm, the one closest to the window, was thrown up over his
forehead.  His arm was muscular, not built, but well-defined.  The hair on
his armpit looked soft and surprisingly straight.  His hair was brown, but
it looked black without the light, and was medium length, covering his
ears.

	Being drunk, I stripped down to my underwear myself and laid down
in bed.  I thought that I would fall asleep right away, but it did not
happen.  I began thinking about Jake, and my night with him.  I could feel
myself getting hard.  I had not jacked off in over a week, in preparation
for the trip.  I came here looking for booty call, among other things.  As
I fantasized about leaning across the dinner table and kissing him, taking
off his clothes, I realized I was looking at the guy laying just a couple
feet away from me.

	The way the bunks were sett up, I could see his body, from an
angle.  I was lying perpindicular to him, so he could not see me, and I
could not see his head very well.  But I could see about everything from
his armpit down.

	Given the liquid courage I had sloshing around in me, I began to
touch myself lightly and quietly while looking at him.  I didn't want to
wake him up, so I knew there was no way I would be able to come.  I decided
that I would have to get up to finish the job in the bathroom.  I was
wearing boxer briefs- so any amount of rubbing created a fair amount of
noise.  Realizing it was simply too loud, and since I wasn't able to get
much satisfaction that way, I decided to pull my cock through the hole.

	I watched him as I did it, both for the enjoyment, but since I was
so nervous, also to see if he could hear it and was awake.  It was louder
than I expected, but he didn't seem to move.  I waited a few long seconds,
and slowly began to jack off.  It was making some noise, but it wasn't too
loud.  My pelvis was probably the closest part of me to him, but he made no
indication that he was awake.

	I was paranoid the whole time and kept stopping because I thought I
heard him.  This probably lasted for 20 minutes.  I watched him the whole
time, but I didn't see him move at all.  Finally, he shifted audibly and I
saw him move.  I decided it was time for me to get up and go to the
bathroom and end this.  It was getting too late, I was too horny.  I
couldn't handle the intensity of the situation any longer.

	I pulled my underwear away from me to slip my dick back inside my
underwear as I got up quickly.  The other guy moved slightly, mostly his
left arm as I was leaving the room.  His underwear was flat against his
body now, I realized, and I paused by the door.  I looked back at him, and
I could see he had a hardon!  I opened the door and went straight to the
bathroom.

	I locked myself in a stall and thought about the situation.  He
must have heard me jacking off.  He moved his hand away from his cock,
which was hard, when he heard me getting up to go to the bathroom.  He was
hard, right?  Just because of the absurdity of the situation, I couldn't
know if I could trust what I saw.  Maybe it was just the shadows.  I played
it back and forth inside my head frantically for what seemed like forever.
It was probably only five minutes, but my hardon had long passed, and it
was actually kind of chilly in the bathroom.  I decided that it wasn't
worth trying to jack off now in this state, so I went back to my room,
still stuck in a state of indecision/confusion.

	When I got back in the room, he was still asleep.  Now, his left
leg was at an angle, making a lazy triangle pointed towards the wall.  His
boxers were a little puffier than I had last seen them, and it was clear
that he had rearranged himself.  He was asleep again, though, or at least
was still good at pretending.  I stood between him and the door, half
wishing he would wake up and expose himself to me or grab my cock or
something, and the other half of me was wishing that I had just imagined
the whole thing.

	I assured myself that I couldn't have been imagining it.  So was he
awake?  I stayed there, staring at him, for long, long minutes.  I decided
I had to do something, I couldn't let this opportunity pass me by.

I stepped closer to him, still unsure of what I was going to do.  I knelt
down.  My face, my hands were just inches away from his body.  I made sure
to breath as lightly as possible so he wouldn't feel it across his skin.  I
could smell him.  He smelled somewhat sweaty, but mostly like soap and a
little musk.  He was breathing evenly, his stomach rising and falling.  He
had a little bit of an outie, and a mole to the lower left of his belly
button.

	As the room warmed me up, I lost the shivers that had been going
through my body.  I found myself staring at his junk, just laying in front
of me.  I couldn't see the outline of anything, but I knew it was there,
and I knew it was hard just a little while ago as a result of things I was
doing.  I was determined to make that happen again.

	Suddenly, he shifted his hips.  It startled me.  I wasn't sure if
it was to make his cock more accessible to me, or less, or if he was
actually sleeping and it was completely unintentional.  I knew that was my
signal if I was going to get one.  I waited probably another 30 seconds.
He was still breathing easily.  His lips, that I had just realized were
full and beautiful- cock sucking lips- were parted ever so slightly.  His
bottom lip looked like it might be a little moist.

	Deciding it was now-or-never, I reached out to him.  I went
straight for his cock.  Deciding last second that it might startle him, I
lightly rested my hand on his right thigh just below the fabric of his
boxers.  His hair was curly and springy against my hand, and his skin was
warm.  He did not react noticably.  My mind raced.  Was he awake and
enjoying this, or was he asleep and somehow isn't waking up to being
touched?  I paused for a few seconds, then used my left hand to lift up the
fabric by the leghole my right hand was so near.

	Because it was so dark, I couldn't see what I was potentially
dealing with.  I reached in with my right hand, and bumped into his balls
with my fingertips.  He jumped a little.  But, he did not move.  He either
really wanted this or was a great sleeper.  The hair on his balls were so
stimulating on my fingers, I could feel myself getting hard again.  I
reached in deeper, and my the tips of my fingers found the base of his
cock.  It was pointing away from me towards the wall, and it was somewhat
firm... he was sporting a semi!

	With still no interuptions or feedback from him, I reached deeper
still and wrapped my hand around his cock.  I paused here, wondering what
was happening and where to go next.  Was he really asleep?  Who could sleep
through this?  My conclusion was that it didn't matter, he was clearly
enjoying it.  I began a slow stroke, pulling the skin on his cock towards
his head.  After a couple of strokes, he was

completely hard and throbbing.  With my thumb on the foresking just on the
underside of his foreskin, I pulled a full-grip stroke back down toward his
base.

	I swear he pushed into my hand when I did his, every so
imperceptively, but I felt it.  Gingerly, I pulled my hand out of his
shorts, then went back in through the opening in the front.  I fished his
cock out, and then I could see it in the moonlight.  It was a beautiful
cock.  His head was glistening, and the foreskin sat just below the glans
just begging to be manipulated.  I licked my lips, and got my right hand
wrapped back around this glorious organ.

	I got into a rhythm of slow, firm gripped, long strokes on his
cock, enjoying the visual as well as the sensations in my hand.  At some
point I began rubbing myself through my underwear, and I was just as hard
as he was.  After a few minutes, I wasn't sure how I would know when he was
going to come- and I wasn't done with him yet!  I leaned forward, pulling
the foreskin away from his cockhead.  A small mound of sweet precum swelled
up from the pressure.  I could smell the sex and the perspiration, with my
nose just moments away.  I pushed out my lips, preparing for a soft, warm
entrance, my tongue just behind the front line.

	His smooth cockhead slid into my desire, and I heard a gasp and
felt a lift, bringing his cock well into the cavity of my mouth.  With a
gentle sucking force, I slowly eased off.  He reluctantly, and just as
slowly, relaxed back down until his butt was once again flat on the
mattress.  After the departure from my lips, and while still holding his
cock firmly at the base, I looked up across his body.  He was breathing
quickly, unevenly now.  His chest rising and falling, his lungs filling
rapidly with lust.  His lips, parted more now, were clearly glistening in
the light from the window.

	Empassioned, I lunged back down on his cock.  It felt glorious in
my mouth, and I gave the best blowjob I have every managed.  I felt I had a
perfect sycronization- stroking my cock with my left hand, and stroking and
sucking his.  His breathing increased, getting dryer and faster.  His
cockhead filled in my mouth, growing evermore hard and hot and swollen.
Suddenly, as my tongue was enjoying the ridges of its guest, his cock
exploded cum into my mouth.  I felt his prostrate contract with my hand,
and his dick spasm against my lips.

	Having been edging myself, I let my feelings go over the edge as
well.  I let myself go- and I was rewarded with an audible splash and a
bodily shudder as my sperm hit the linoleum floor beneath the bed.  I
slurped down his cock, nursing every quake, until both of us grew limp.  I
looked up at him- his arm was now across his eyes, and his mouth was wide
open gasping for a decent breath.

	Carefully licking his cock clean, I put it back into his shorts.  I
pushed myself back into my underwear, even though I still had a lingering
semi.  In the bathroom I wiped cum off my leg, drank some water from the
sink, and looked at myself in the mirror.  It was early morning hours by
this point.  It was then that I knew I would write all this down.

	I went to bed a few minutes later, and fell into a deep sleep.
When I woke up the next day, he was already gone and it was 11:00 in the
morning.  I didn't see him until I came back that night, but when I did,
there were two other girls in the room.  I didn't get to talk to him, and
he didn't make eye contact with me or acknowledge in any way what happened
the night before.  He checked out the next day before I could get him
alone.



If you enjoyed this, please email me at mhankering@gmail.com and give me
feedback.  And just in case you're wondering, you are not free to rip this
without giving me proper credit.  If you'd like to use it for whatever
purpose, email me and check to see if it's ok.

I think I'm definitely going to write another installment to tell you about
my second date with Jake.  And maybe there will be more, if anything else
exciting happens to me on this trip....

Thanks,

Mark