Now, Nifty always needs money to survive, just like you and me.
And, if you have read all the chapters up to now, good for you, and I hope you got off to some of them. You can let me know at samnhsamnh@outlook.com. I owe the format to "My Secret Life" by Anonymous, a 19th Century tome, republished in the early 1960's by the then Grove Press and John Rechy's "Numbers" and "City of Night" published in the 1960's, both of which claimed to be non-fiction. My stories are based on real encounters with many of the details changed to protect the innocent and the guilty and so are fiction.
Under the bridge.
A railroad line had passed through the campus 100 years ago, and it had been depressed below street level, and, a short stretch of it still existed, and went under one of the campus streets. The tracks had been gone for decades, most of it had been filled in and erased, but a stretch still existed. Bill, my sometimes sex partner, and fellow player on the varsity baseball team, had told me that it was a sometimes cruising area, especially for the Air Force Russian Language School, that had its own dorm, or barracks, a few blocks off campus, and that used the college's faculty for instruction. The only place that the students mixed was in Russian classes. So, I, not having taken Russian, had never met any of them. On campus they wore uniforms, so they were clearly visible.
So, one evening, being very horny, I went over to the bridge, and went underneath. There were used condoms, condom wrappers, and Kleenex on the ground. This was the place. But, there was no one else there. I hung around for a while, giving the place 15 minutes, and just as I was about to leave, a guy showed up. He was young, short, short hair, well built, and very nervous.
"Hi," I said, "how's it going?" I put my hand on my crotch. "You as horny as I am?" I have found it was always good to be forward, since lots of good guys were very shy.
"Yes," he said. "Are you a regular student at the college?"
"Yes," I said, "I am a senior, bi, and I don't flaunt it, but I don't hide it either. You?"
"I am in the Russian Language program, in the Air Force, and not out at all except to a few friends. Although it is officially ok to be gay now, it really is not. They can't kick you out for being gay, but, they can make life difficult and give you bad assignments, or, no promotions, for example. So, I try to only play with non-military guys, like you."
"Let's have at it," I said, and grabbed his crotch. He was already half hard, and I was fully hard. "Grab me," I said, see if you are interested in it. He grabbed my crotch and unzipped me, and dropped to his knees, pulled my cock out, and sucked it, he knew how.
"You've done this before," I said.
He mumbled something, his mouth being full of cock but nodded his head. He came up for air, and said, "I had sort of a lover, or boyfriend, before I enlisted in the Air Force, and we had a lot of sex with each other. So, I have had a lot of practice, but only with a few guys.
"Do you fuck?" I asked.
"Sure do," he answered, "top and bottom, what is your pleasure?"
"Well, tonight, top, if it is ok with you."
Trevor answered, "I am all cleaned out and ready. I was hoping for a nice guy with a nice cock."
"I would take you back to my dorm, but it is a weeknight, and people keep knocking on my door for help, so that will not work, but it would work on a Saturday night.
"Fuck me," he said, "I really need it, I was thinking about it all afternoon in class. I really need a big cock like yours. I fool around with my roommate sometimes, but he just wants to jerk off. Somehow he thinks if he does not take a cock in his mouth, or his ass, he is not gay, but I can tell that he is, he gives me a good look over, and I let him, and then he jerks off. And then, watching him jerk, I do the same. But I would rather be fucked than jerk off. And then, as usual, him jerking off, watching if there was enough light, or just listening, got me hard, and I jerked off. We usually have a time issue, early classes, or military routines -- we still have drill and inspections and classes that are purely military, so long sex sessions are out of the question."
"And, I can't take you back to the barracks," he said. "I can just bend over for you, it is not the best, but it is better than nothing." So, he pulled down his pants, turned around, and offered his ass. He had a bottle of lube, and lubed my cock, and his hole. It was pretty dark under the bridge, but I could see his very white bubble butt ass, and lubed pink hole, and very low hanging balls. Mine were bigger, but they pulled up some when I was horny enough, his were just hanging low, even though his cock was very hard. "Put it in," he said, so, I did.
It was not an easy entry, and he groaned, "Fuck, you are big," he said. "Go easy, easy," and I did. I was just barely in, and pulled back, barely in again, and pulled back, he handed me the lube, I put more on my cock, and pushed again. He was fisting his cock.
"How many times have you been fucked?" I asked.
"This will be the 3rd time."
"Did they get in?"
"Well, the first guy did, but he had a little dick, the second guy came trying."
"Ok, you need some instruction on this. First, let go of your cock. I know the pleasure dulls the pain, but it also makes your hold tighten up. Second, push out like you were taking a shit. If you cleaned out nothing will come out, but I will go in easier. Don't ask me why it works, but it does. And third, when we are ready, take a big breath in while you push your hole out. Make some noise doing it so I know when you do it, and I will push in. Take a few dry runs first with my fingers. Ready? Push and breathe. Push and breathe." With each run my finger, then fingers, went in more easily. I got two in, up to my 2nd knuckle and then scissored them to open his hole. I got three in, and used them to open him further. He kept on doing the exercise, I pulled my fingers out and put my cock in. There was only a little resistance, it felt good, a nice tight hole, and I rested to give him a chance to get used to it. Now you can grab your cock, but let me do a reach around, he was uncut, the head was slippery with precum, and I pumped it gently as I fucked him gently.
"Fuck," he said, "I'm cumming."
"Ok, I'm not ready, I am going to stop for a minute, and stay up there, and if it still feels ok, keep on fucking."
I stopped, stayed hard up there, and, he said, "Ok, move it a little." I did.
"Ok, fuck me, I think I can cum again." I did, and he did, and this time his hole squeezing down on mine put me over the top, and I jammed it in, about five times, and came, and came and came.
"Wow," he said, "that was amazing, that was as good as I imagined it could be.
We pulled up our pants, and exchanged contact information, and promised to do it again, but indoors, on a bed.