Date: Mon, 24 Sep 2001 14:56:28 -0400
From: Blonde Mountaineer <blondeallover@hotmail.com>
Subject: Male Rapture Across Cultures - part 3

MALE RAPTURE ACROSS CULTURES - Part 3,  FIRST ENCOUNTER
                 by Blonde


I arrived at the dorm building shortly prior to our agreed upon time:
Friday at 11:00 PM. I was not just hard, but my loins were coursing with
sexual electricity.

He was right about our meeting occurring in a quiet and generally vacant
time and place.  The dorm lobby had a student sitting at the front desk who
did not bother to glimpse at my entrance, so absorbed he was by whatever it
was he was reading.  In one corner, a young couple sat at a Barcelona-like
bench talking softly.  They were almost equally
disinterested by my entry.  My decision to wear loose fitting jeans in
the style favored by younger people in our time seemed prudent, as my
nearly gasping excitement and enthralled anticipation was transparent to all
whom I passed in my fervent intention for passionate physical
rendezvous. I was alone in the elevator, disembarking on the floor
required according to instructions.  Walking out into the empty hall, I
heard heavily based rock music from behind only one or two closed doors.
There were few residents this night restrained in the role of "lonely
hearts". I entered the first knob less door on my right.  True to promise,
this was the lavatory facility.  To my left, were discreetly stalled off
showers.  Across from them to the right, was a row of sinks against a
partition, the other side housing a row of urinals.  To the far right was
the toilet stalls against the wall.  I heard the shower running in at least
one of the stalls and sniffed the soapy odor and felt the humidity of
showers currently and recently in use.  Over the tiled top of one of the
stalls hung a multi-colored beach towel.  This was my promised signal that
my new love interest was waiting for me in that unit.  Impatiently, I
acknowledged one tall and portly student shaving at one of the sinks.  He
asked me if I was a guest of one of the dorm residents and I concurred.
Someone else was cheerfully singing and humming a popular tune as he peed
into a urinal.  Despite the nearly empty premises, the moment proved
inopportune to meet with the object of my affections whom I sought with such
ardor.  I casually walked into a toilet stall and locked it behind me.  My
midsection on fire, I was annoyed that I had to wait until the two users of
this facility made their exit.  When I heard the peeing man talk to the
shaving man at a nearby sink, I was struck by the loud acoustics and
seriously considered just how quiet my new intimate and I would have to be
in our sex play.


When finally I heard the squeal of the door announce the exit of both, I
quietly exited the stall and walked to the other side of the room where the
signaled shower stall concealed the friend with whom I was assured I was
about to become so delightfully familiar.  Confident that no one would catch
sight of me, I carefully pulled back the thin vinyl curtain to find a
disrobing vestibule set off from the shower itself.  My patience was
rewarded as my waiting companion seated on a bench arose to greet me already
completely disrobed.  He thrust the palm of his small bony hand over my
mouth and pressed his forefinger of his other hand to pursed lips.  The
curtained off shower behind him was running.  His eyes gleaned with a
mischievous expression.  As he pulled his palm away he thrust his mouth
against my lips and we were instantly exchanging tongues in passionate
embrace as we silently but enthusiastically sought to deprive me of all my
garments.  As I pulled my mouth away to kiss and taste him about his neck
and shoulders, I swooned with giddiness while freely exploring his exotic
bronze body, confidently stroking his sweet cock, at last. An exquisitely
smooth hairless torso revealed lean pecs centered with button-like but
invitingly erect brown nipples.  I happily sucked and nibbled about one as I
kneaded and played with the other.


With only my tented boxers to remove, he seated himself again and
quickly sniffed about the expanding wet spot.  Flicking his tongue he
tasted some of the excited wetness I had left behind on the fabric.
With fingers lined up against either side of my waist, he pulled at the
band of my boxers and dropped them at my feet to acquaint him with
my own 6" uncut twitching cock for the first time.  His nimble fingers
warmly wrapped themselves around the turgid shaft and I gasped to his
touch on my demanding flesh.  He guided my sex to directly under his
nostrils and inhaled in a deliberate deep sniff.  His dark eyes darted
about, as if he were intently contemplating and cerebrally cataloguing
the new aromatic data he had just experienced.  He broke into a sweet
smile of approval and we were once again embracing in wet passionate
kisses, this time both of us naked to manually explore about our warm
velvety surfaces: pale white on bronze, bronze on white.  Two or three
inches taller than my new partner, I was able to glance over his
shoulder in a tender hug and gaze studiously for the first time on his
supple pair of bronze toned glutes.  I immediately hoped our impending acts
of intimacy would entail at least a close-up sensual exploration of these
alluring buns.  My companion in lust must have been alerted to the
responsive twitches and bounces of my sex against his warm lower abdomen.
With sparkling eyes and knowing smile, he turned steering my pulsing cock to
the inviting crack that parted those sumptuous mounds of flesh.


Tugging on my arousal, he guided me past the second flimsy barrier of
shower curtain and we immersed us under the wet rush of the hot
but not scalding shower.  He bent over at a perpendicular angle clinging to
the shower fixtures, signaling me that he was ready to proceed with the
essentials.  On the contrary, I wanted an up front and close encounter with
the dazzling toned gender prong that endeared him to me with such
physicality.  I gently twisted him around and wrapped fingers around his
twitching cock as I kneeled down to enable my urgent oral embrace, which was
now second nature to me.  His sweetly veined satiny textured small roll of
man flesh responsively flinched and throbbed as my tongue enthusiastically
swept up and down the satin tender surface.  Within seconds, I had the
animated living staff engulfed by lips, tongue, and sensitive palate in a
vigorous grip of unyielding suction.  I thrilled to the sweet and salty
taste of his mounting male pleasure as he sighed responding to the intensity
of my ministrations; both his hands clamped firmly to either of my temples.
My tongue explored about the crown as well as the shaft, tracing and
pulling, and invading under his pliant ample foreskin. After only a few
minutes, I was able to wrest from him the eruption of his climax.  My tongue
greedily lapped at the musky slightly congealed sluice that spewed from his
gaping pee hole following each of several throbs of his over-excited sex
organ.

After releasing him, I was not content to conclude our intimacies just yet.
I wanted another closer examination of the bodily region, which I was to be
accorded with so much familiarity.  I firmly pushed his pillowing posterior
with my hands so that he was standing straight and leaning on his front
against the stall.  His glistening wet cheeks clenched as I kneaded and
pinched about the firm wet succulent flesh.  Kneeling, I vigorously thrust
my face and hungrily lapped and nibbled on the quivering firm wet mounds.
With soapy fingers, I parted the cheeks at that tantalizing crack to reveal
a puckering red button, practically winking at me in anticipation of the
urgent coupling to come.  Gazing on that rectal rosebud, my mind was
prompted to wander and speculate how such a small opening was the gateway to
a miraculous myriad of thrilling raptures and sensations.  For the lucky
pursuer, upon breaching his partner's tiny orifice, his sensation hungry
plunging cock will be gripped and wrapped by a silky tunnel of warm moist
tightness.  For the recipient of a partner's lusting sex organ, after the
initial barrier gives way to the insistent pressure by the head of the
aggressive ramrod, his vitals and lower viscera are exquisitely massaged,
stretched, and filled by a hot pulsing sweetly smooth vivacious roll of man
flesh.  To be ravished in such an erotic manner gives new meaning to the
phrase "sex object".


Awakened to my delightful circumstance, I thrust out my tongue to taste
and feel the twitching bull's eye that has inflamed my passions.  My
partner gasps to the insistent oral pressures of my tongue probing about his
tender flesh there.  My tongue pushes and probes about the supple smoothness
to ascertain the pungent earthy crevice taste so delightfully mingled with
just a hint of sweetness.


Impulsively pushing his hips back against my face to better accommodate
my facial vitality, I stand and grasp his hips to position him to his
former bent over posture.  One hand on a bar of soap, I place the
smaller end to his posterior and insert it into the passageway of
pleasure; thrusting, twisting and turning to ease the way for the
invasion of my aching cock.  For a minute with one hand I part his ass
cheeks with fingers as I align my throbbing swollen meat to that
strategic opening.  Clutching his waist again, I apply increasing
pressure to the tiny orifice with my flexing dickhead.  My hungry cock
strains for the breach and it senses in small centimeters the passing of
firm flesh slipping to the side in the beginnings of a tumultuous
surrender.  Suddenly muscle and flesh part away in an enlarged hole
which has buried my dickhead with a succulent tight grasp of firm moist
fleshy warmth.  My friend releases a breathy gasp with the initial
impalement in the intensely intimate moment.  Through the rush of
falling water, I whisper for his assent to continue as his sphincter
quivers around my flexible dickhead.  Pausing for a few seconds, he
turns his head to the side and signals me a quick nod.  Slowly at first, but
rapidly increasing the pace, I plunge my delighted cock into the moist tight
firmament in progressively deeper strokes.  Soon my sopping blond bush is
slamming into his backside.  My whole being lapses into a euphoric state as
the warm buzzing that centers in my cock and loins washes over all of me in
waves with each stroke.  The tunnel that serves as the center of his
physical being grips and clutches my pulsing sex with the same intensity
each time as I pull back as when I thrust forward.  Each thrust is met with
the same velvety tight resistance as all those preceding.  I knew I was
enjoying "Grade A Prime" butt hole.


In my mounting pleasures I still had the presence of mind to explore
more of my exotic partner.  I bend over slightly to allow myself more
stamina in my slightly crouched stance.  I am able to release my right
hand from his waist and reach down and grope his newly enlivened firm cock
and balls that had been serving as a funnel for the warm showering water.
As I pummel him from the rear in shorter and quicker strokes, I feel about
the pulsating cock that throbs in my hand.  His breathing takes on more
urgency in seeming affirmation to my manipulations there.  The tighter I tug
at his hot swollen projection of male excitement as I continue the frantic
pace of my strokes, the more his labored breathing whispers out soft moans.
Finally, the sensual overdrive causes him to convulse in a climax that
forces his internal vitals to violently grip my own buried sex and spew out
his warm slithering liquid seed on to my wriggling fingers.  The anal clamp
on my turgid super-sensitive flesh sends me into spasms of ecstatic
withdrawal, as I unabashedly squirt out spurts of my own frantic discharge
deep within the inner recesses of his quivering physical being.


Somehow in our joint moment of rapture we both slipped gently to the
floor of the stall in each other's arms as the jets of warm water
continued to bathe us in naked comfort and relaxation.

Following a session of toweling each other dry in focused exploration, we
contemplated our exit to Ari's dorm room just across the hall and two dorms
down.  Impatient to remain unclothed in each other's presence, my friend
exited with clothes in hand, and only a towel wrapped around his waist.
Opening the door to the hall, he checked that the environs were clear and he
signaled me to follow in my state of complete nudity.  I scooted into the
hall, my swaggering dick beginning to stiffen again.  We hastily shuffled to
the dorm room door, Ari's towel falling from his waste in an accompaniment
of our own snickers and titters.  Once inside, presumably unnoticed in our
ribald behavior, we tossed our clothes and effects to a nearby bed,
collapsing in an intimate swoon of naked embrace on his unmade bed.  Mouths,
tongues, and fingers probe and explore the full length and surfaces of each
other's corpus like two adolescent boys thrilling to the discovery of the
inexhaustible physical pleasures that can be achieved between males.  Dark
flesh against pale flesh, pale skin against dark skin, warm kisses, firm
fingers, and fleshy embraces between differing body parts would, from
time-to-time force sensual overdrive to one another's cocks.  A soft groan
would herald the spasmodic emission of slippery ecstatic release on one or
both of us.  Our carnal play would only be interrupted by the occasional
snatch of a bedside tissue to clean away the strongly scented discharges
that originated from the dizzily sultry inflammations of our loins.

After what seemed like hours, we melted into deep slumber in each other's
arms.