First time
This is a true story of my first time cruising, albeit I didn't know at the time, and my first experience with a man.
I arrived to training at 5 am as usual, hopped in the pool and started the warm up set. After about five minutes my coach pulled me out of the water, gave me a talk about my attitude and kicked me out of the squad. I was told to go and have a think about my swimming and to not come back until I was ready to train. I was pretty unhappy about the situation and being 18 thought I had all the answers, but after cooling off a bit I decided to go for a run and clear my head. I had been running along the waterfront for about 20 minutes and was heading towards a park area along the foreshore. After about another ten minutes I was ready for a break. There was a toilet block at the far end of the park where thought I could take a break and grab some water.
I arrived at the toilets and went straight to the sink, had a drink and splashed some water on my face. After resting for a bit, nature called so I went into a cubicle to take care of business. After several minutes I began to take in my surroundings and noticed a small hole next to the paper holder. I thought nothing of it other than how awkward it would be if someone had been in the cubicle next door. I then noticed the writing and drawing on the walls and back of the door: messages to meet, stories of sex encounters and pictures of sexual acts. As I was taking this all in, to my surprise I was becoming increasingly aroused; I had never thought of being with nor had I ever been with a man so I was a little confused however, my cock was now rock hard and pulsing too hard to deny I was not turned on. As I continued to read I started stroking my cock; slowly at first and squeezing out the slippery precum to use as some lube. The more I read the hornier I became. I was getting close now, breathing heavier and increasing my pace, when I suddenly I heard footsteps outside on the gravel path. I stopped and my heart was pounding. I thought what if this person was outside listening to what I was up to!
The footsteps came close and then they were on the tiled floor getting closer until they stopped outside the cubicle I was in. I could see a shadow of the person on the floor, and after a couple of seconds he walked past. I did not know what to do until I heard the familiar sound of urine splashing on the bottom of the trough. I thought this was my chance to get out of here, so I quickly cleaned up, pulled up my trackies, unlocked the door and walked to the sink to wash my hands. As I was washing I noticed that I could see the guy out of the corner of my eye, but if I turned my head just slightly I might be able to see his cock. Not sure why, but I did and I could — just the knob and a bit of the shaft. I could not believe what I had just done and quickly left.
My mind was racing and didn't even realise I was going in the wrong direction so I had to back track. As I got near to the toilet again I could hear the guy coming out. I panicked and walked straight around to the back of the block to where there was somewhat of a pathway heading off into the bushland. I picked up the pace moving along the track quickly until it came to a dead end right at the waterfront, where I stopped to gather my thoughts and wait for the coast to clear. While I was waiting my mind went back to everything that had just happened: the stories, drawings and the guy’s cock, replaying over and over and my cock again getting harder and harder. Just as I started to rub my swollen cock through my trackies I again heard footsteps coming my way. Someone was walking up the same track and I had nowhere to go. I quickly turned towards the water and was willing my cock to go down when I heard from behind, "Hi, beautiful morning." I turned my head and saw it was the guy from the toilets. "Oh ... yeah," I replied while trying desperately to hide my bulge. By this time the guy was standing next to me and this was the first time I had a chance to get a good look at him. I guessed he was about mid-forties, well dressed and looked as if he was on his way to work.
"What brings you here this morning?" he asked. I explained the events of the morning, my run and the need to use the bathroom. While I was talking I noticed that as he listened he was looking straight at my crotch, which made my cock swell more and became increasingly difficult to manage. He said he figured I was probably out exercising and that he noticed that I looked pretty fit. "Looks like you have a lot to try and fit into a pair of speedos, too," he said smiling. I had no idea what to say or do. Desperate now more than ever to hide my arousal I turned away slightly and offered a nervous, "Yeah... I dunno." For what felt like minutes but was probably only seconds there was an awkward silence until he guy said, "Have a good day. Might see you around," and he began to walk away. By now my cock was throbbing and poking out the waistband of my trackies and without even thinking I turned and said,
"Would you like to have a look?" The guy turned and started to walk back towards me; smiling, he said, "Well it looks like you want to show it off." I lowered the waistband of my trackies and my cock sprang forward, twitching back and forth and the knob was so engorged it was dark purple. They guy reached out, grabbed it gently at first before squeezing out some precum and rubbing it all over my knob.
" Very nice" he said smiling.
He suggested we go over to a more secluded spot, leading me away but never letting go of my cock. When we were tucked away he started stroking me slowly and I thought he just wanted to wank me, so I started moving my hips back and forth in time with his hand. It felt great and as my breathing increased I knew I would not last long. It was almost like he knew: he stopped wanking me and asked, "Can I suck it?” "Yes," I replied breathlessly. He knelt down and lowered my pants to expose my balls, gently caressing and squeezing them before turning his attention to my cock. He licked me from the base of my balls to the tip of my knob several times before taking me into his mouth. It felt amazing: warm and sensual and different to when a girl had done it — this guy knew what he was doing. He was now working my cock with his mouth and hand; I started to move my hips in time and told him I was about to cum. Again he stopped and just worked his tongue around my head, sucking it hard so that it hurt a little but was still pleasurable. After a couple of minutes he then took me all the way back in his mouth, sucking and wanking me loudly and knew that I was close. I said, "I'm goanna cum," and started to back away to take my cock out of his mouth, but he just grabbed my arse and pulled me closer. I was now thrusting quicker and came so hard shooting spurt after spurt into his mouth until eventually it was dribbling down his chin. He took me out of his mouth and slowly stroked me some more, squeezing out every last drop. Both my mind and cock were blown; I couldn't think straight and my legs were shaking. The guy simply stood up, thanked me and walked away. This was my first and only experience with a man and even though it was 30 years ago I can still remember it like it was yesterday. I still often find myself thinking about it when I have a wank, which I might just go and do now.
I arrived to training at 5 am as usual, hopped in the pool and started the warm up set. After about five minutes my coach pulled me out of the water, gave me a talk about my attitude and kicked me out of the squad. I was told to go and have a think about my swimming and to not come back until I was ready to train. I was pretty unhappy about the situation and being 18 thought I had all the answers, but after cooling off a bit I decided to go for a run and clear my head. I had been running along the waterfront for about 20 minutes and was heading towards a park area along the foreshore. After about another ten minutes I was ready for a break. There was a toilet block at the far end of the park where thought I could take a break and grab some water.
I arrived at the toilets and went straight to the sink, had a drink and splashed some water on my face. After resting for a bit, nature called so I went into a cubicle to take care of business. After several minutes I began to take in my surroundings and noticed a small hole next to the paper holder. I thought nothing of it other than how awkward it would be if someone had been in the cubicle next door. I then noticed the writing and drawing on the walls and back of the door: messages to meet, stories of sex encounters and pictures of sexual acts. As I was taking this all in, to my surprise I was becoming increasingly aroused; I had never thought of being with nor had I ever been with a man so I was a little confused however, my cock was now rock hard and pulsing too hard to deny I was not turned on. As I continued to read I started stroking my cock; slowly at first and squeezing out the slippery precum to use as some lube. The more I read the hornier I became. I was getting close now, breathing heavier and increasing my pace, when I suddenly I heard footsteps outside on the gravel path. I stopped and my heart was pounding. I thought what if this person was outside listening to what I was up to!
The footsteps came close and then they were on the tiled floor getting closer until they stopped outside the cubicle I was in. I could see a shadow of the person on the floor, and after a couple of seconds he walked past. I did not know what to do until I heard the familiar sound of urine splashing on the bottom of the trough. I thought this was my chance to get out of here, so I quickly cleaned up, pulled up my trackies, unlocked the door and walked to the sink to wash my hands. As I was washing I noticed that I could see the guy out of the corner of my eye, but if I turned my head just slightly I might be able to see his cock. Not sure why, but I did and I could — just the knob and a bit of the shaft. I could not believe what I had just done and quickly left.
My mind was racing and didn't even realise I was going in the wrong direction so I had to back track. As I got near to the toilet again I could hear the guy coming out. I panicked and walked straight around to the back of the block to where there was somewhat of a pathway heading off into the bushland. I picked up the pace moving along the track quickly until it came to a dead end right at the waterfront, where I stopped to gather my thoughts and wait for the coast to clear. While I was waiting my mind went back to everything that had just happened: the stories, drawings and the guy’s cock, replaying over and over and my cock again getting harder and harder. Just as I started to rub my swollen cock through my trackies I again heard footsteps coming my way. Someone was walking up the same track and I had nowhere to go. I quickly turned towards the water and was willing my cock to go down when I heard from behind, "Hi, beautiful morning." I turned my head and saw it was the guy from the toilets. "Oh ... yeah," I replied while trying desperately to hide my bulge. By this time the guy was standing next to me and this was the first time I had a chance to get a good look at him. I guessed he was about mid-forties, well dressed and looked as if he was on his way to work.
"What brings you here this morning?" he asked. I explained the events of the morning, my run and the need to use the bathroom. While I was talking I noticed that as he listened he was looking straight at my crotch, which made my cock swell more and became increasingly difficult to manage. He said he figured I was probably out exercising and that he noticed that I looked pretty fit. "Looks like you have a lot to try and fit into a pair of speedos, too," he said smiling. I had no idea what to say or do. Desperate now more than ever to hide my arousal I turned away slightly and offered a nervous, "Yeah... I dunno." For what felt like minutes but was probably only seconds there was an awkward silence until he guy said, "Have a good day. Might see you around," and he began to walk away. By now my cock was throbbing and poking out the waistband of my trackies and without even thinking I turned and said,
"Would you like to have a look?" The guy turned and started to walk back towards me; smiling, he said, "Well it looks like you want to show it off." I lowered the waistband of my trackies and my cock sprang forward, twitching back and forth and the knob was so engorged it was dark purple. They guy reached out, grabbed it gently at first before squeezing out some precum and rubbing it all over my knob.
" Very nice" he said smiling.
He suggested we go over to a more secluded spot, leading me away but never letting go of my cock. When we were tucked away he started stroking me slowly and I thought he just wanted to wank me, so I started moving my hips back and forth in time with his hand. It felt great and as my breathing increased I knew I would not last long. It was almost like he knew: he stopped wanking me and asked, "Can I suck it?” "Yes," I replied breathlessly. He knelt down and lowered my pants to expose my balls, gently caressing and squeezing them before turning his attention to my cock. He licked me from the base of my balls to the tip of my knob several times before taking me into his mouth. It felt amazing: warm and sensual and different to when a girl had done it — this guy knew what he was doing. He was now working my cock with his mouth and hand; I started to move my hips in time and told him I was about to cum. Again he stopped and just worked his tongue around my head, sucking it hard so that it hurt a little but was still pleasurable. After a couple of minutes he then took me all the way back in his mouth, sucking and wanking me loudly and knew that I was close. I said, "I'm goanna cum," and started to back away to take my cock out of his mouth, but he just grabbed my arse and pulled me closer. I was now thrusting quicker and came so hard shooting spurt after spurt into his mouth until eventually it was dribbling down his chin. He took me out of his mouth and slowly stroked me some more, squeezing out every last drop. Both my mind and cock were blown; I couldn't think straight and my legs were shaking. The guy simply stood up, thanked me and walked away. This was my first and only experience with a man and even though it was 30 years ago I can still remember it like it was yesterday. I still often find myself thinking about it when I have a wank, which I might just go and do now.
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