X-Andrew-WideReply: netnews.alt.sex.stories,netnews.alt.sex.motss X-Andrew-Authenticated-as: 0;andrew.cmu.edu;Network-Mail Received: via nntppoll with nntp; Thu, 18 Feb 1993 16:52:43 -0500 (EST) Path: andrew.cmu.edu!bb3.andrew.cmu.edu!news.sei.cmu.edu!drycas.club.cc.cmu.edu!pitt.edu!uunet!nowhere!nobody Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.motss Message-ID: 1993Feb17.020629.389@nowhere.org Reply-To: an1662@anon.penet.fi Sender: nobody@nowhere.org Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: Nobody's Home Nntp-Posting-Host: nowhere.org Lines: 37 Xref: bb3.andrew.cmu.edu alt.sex.stories:1506 alt.sex.motss:454
Message #238 To: All interested readers... Subject: First time in college
My first time happened during my freshman year at college. I had known I was into boys for sometime but hadn't had the opportunity thus far to do anything about it, until . . . some of the other guys on my dorm floor were talking about the 'holes' they discovered in between the three stalls in the basement mens room in the library at school where I coincidentally. One of the guys, a cute, but very straight, Texan, even expressed his dismay and disgust that some guy stuck his head under the stall (wonder what he was doing to provoke that!). Being VERY curious, horny as hell, and eager to experience some sex al pleasure greater than what my right hand could provide, I grabbed the first opportunity to sneak down there. The holes weren't nearly big enough to be glory holes, but could be considered peep holes.
And they offered quite a vantage point! After going down there a few times just to see a few hot studs pumping their meat and shooting off (and letting them watch me as well), one night this one guy stuck his hand under the stall and motioned for me to get on the floor.
We'd both been pumping our now rock hard dicks for sometime, and I was eager for whatever would follow. First he brought his muscular hand to my crotch and starting massaging my dick and balls. The feeling was so intense--it was better than anything I'd ever experienced before. Then he slowly wrapped his warm lips around my throbbing member and proceded to give me my very first blow job. I was in such a state of euphoria. His moustache tickled when it brushed against my skin. The sensation was so intense. He went up and down my shaft slowly at first, flicking his tongue wildly all over the place. Finally, he began to speed up and it didn't take much for me to shoot a huge load down his willing throat. I didn't get a good look at him, but was certain I never ran into him down there again, as much as I wanted to. But most of the time there was always at least one willing studboy in that t-room looking for some hot action. I'll never forget the one dark-haired boy whose dick was just about the thickest I have ever seen and required two hands to stroke--it had to be at least 10" long. But that's another story---