Post #3 The First Time I Was Kissed By A Man

           I was in another of the smaller bathrooms in the mall, this one on the second floor of a department store. The bathroom was really well hidden and if you didn’t know it was there you would never find it. It was off an unmarked stairwell.  I don’t know if it was intended for employees only but it wasn’t marked that way. It was a really bad place to meet guys because it was so rarely used but it was a great place to go after you had hooked up with someone. The only men who used it were store employees and gay men cruising. They were the only ones who knew it existed. It was small: one sink, two urinals, and two stalls, all lined up along one wall. It was a great place to go after meeting someone. You could be together for as long as an hour without anyone coming in.  I went there many times after hooking up and we would both go to the same stall (usually the second one, farthest from the door) and even strip completely naked. It was pretty safe place to be.

On this particular day, I had met a guy somewhere else in the mall and we had gone to there to suck and we had just finished. The other guy had already left and I was standing at the sink when a man in his 20s or early 30s came in. I remember to this day what he was wearing – a light tan suit, white shirt, and patterned tie. He had a neat haircut, was trim, and quite handsome without being splashy about it.  When he came in our eyes met and he headed to the urinal right next to the sink. There was no partition so when he pulled out his dick he made no effort to shield himself and was actually a bit more explicit about it than he had to be. He pissed in a strong steady stream and we made eye contact again. We both knew we were interested.  

When he finished, he stepped back a bit and turned toward me as he gave his hardening dick an extra pull.  With his half-hard dick hanging out of his suit pants, he leaned forward and ever so gently kissed me right on the lips. His lips just touched mine when he pulled back.  His lips were warm, moist, and incredibly inviting.  Even in that brief moment I could taste the burned bitterness of his last cigarette and I wanted more. I moved toward him and our lips met again. I couldn’t believe a kiss could be so exciting. The second kiss was deeper, longer, and more exploratory. I reached down and grabbed onto his thickening cock. I didn’t jack him or do anything, just held on. His tongue traced across my front teeth and I didn’t know anything so sensual could exist as having someone else’s tongue in my mouth. He said someone was waiting for him and quickly shoved his dick back into his pants and tried to straighten up his suit. The experience came with the same emotional/physical impact that I experienced when I was first sucked. It quite literally had never dawned on me that two men might kiss in a sexual way. Without ever thinking about it I had assumed that all sex between men involved activity below the belt.  As he left the room he looked back, gave me a quick goodbye kiss and placed his open palm on my crotch cupping my bulge, and said he wished he could stay.  I never saw him again.  Even though I had just been sucked off by another guy a few minutes earlier, I immediate went to the nearest stall, shoved down my pants to my ankles and jacked my raging dick.  It didn’t take long for me to shoot. Ever since then kissing has been at the top of my list.

Post #2 - The First Time I Fucked Ass

            One of the mall bathrooms I frequented was in the basement of JC Penney. It was in the sporting goods section and was very quiet and the only ones who came in were looking for cock or ass. Like the larger mall bathroom, it was a long rectangular room with a couple of sinks and then three or four stalls facing an equal number of urinals directly facing the stalls.  There were no doors on the stalls.  Unlike the larger mall bathroom, there was a single door so there was significantly less warning of anyone entered. It was a great place to go after hooking up with someone but if you went there first, it could be a long long time before you met up with anyone.  Nonetheless, I was in there one day sitting with my pants around my ankles (I had moved past keeping my pants around my knees like some uptight virgin) when a guy in his 30s came in.  He glanced at me as he turned toward the urinal right in front of me and opened up his pants.  I listened for pee but didn’t hear anything. After a certain point, it became clear that he wasn’t there to piss but for sex.  He glanced around behind him, toward me, a couple of times and showed him a bit more each time he looked. IN response, I showed him a bit more each time as well until I was leaning back with my hard dick pointing straight up. When he clearly was stroking himself, I leaned back and let him see my hard dick pointed straight up. He smiled and turned and walked into the stall next to me which had a glory hole. He put his finger through the hole and I stood and inserted my dick. He sucked me a bit until I was even harder; then he pulled away.  As I stood there I wasn’t sure whether I should pull out and sit down or what when I felt his flesh against me again. It wasn’t until late that I realized it was his asshole pushing against my dick.  He pushed against my dick until I was fully inside his ass and then began fucking my dick. I was a stupid naïve teenager and it was wasn’t until later that night that I realized I fucked the guy’s ass through the glory hole. All I knew at the time was that it felt really good and I thought he was sucking me but it was tighter and hotter than any mouth I had ever experienced.  All I remember was that it was hot as hell and it wasn’t long before I shot my load hard and heavy. When I eventually pulled free I was spent and done for. After I sat down on the toilet, I heard him pull lots of toilet paper wiping himself before he fastened his pants. As he left he walked by my open stall. With a glance and half-smile in my direction he left the tearoom.  I sat there for a while more spent than I had eve been after shooting. I was too fucking stupid to realize that I had just fucked a man’s ass for the first time.

A Start

I’ve thought about starting a blog for some time but just recently it seemed more urgent and a thing whose time has come.  Some background and hopes for the blog:

·         I am in my 60s, been married for decades to W, whom I love and will never leave.

·         I am gay but I’ve never told that to anyone.

·         About 20 years ago I had a fuck buddy and we saw each other every week or two for five or six years but we moved or he moved and I’ve not found anyone to replace him. 

·         I’ve not been with a guy for 10 or 15 years but I do jack off daily to gay porn.

·         There are times I really want to talk to someone about my thoughts, desires, etc. but there simply isn’t anyone. The blog is my substitute for having a friend in whom I can confide.

·         I look forward to anyone reading this and commenting. Please take it in the sprit in which it is offered.

 Since this is my first blog post, I thought I would start with my various firsts – first blow job (given and received), first fuck, first gay kiss, etc.

           When I was in high school in the 1970s I discovered shopping mall bathrooms, or tearooms. I quickly discovered men would show themselves, want to look at me, and best of all, they showed a real interest in my body.  In 1972 or so, I went into a mall bathroom that was away from the crowds but the bathroom was rather large. There was a row of five or six stalls facing an equal number of urinals on the opposite wall.  There was double door entrance so followed by three or four sinks on either side before entering the bathroom proper.  That gave lots of sound warning to anyone in the bathroom. Of course, I didn’t pick up on any of this at first.  What I, in my virgin state, noticed right off was that none of the stalls had doors. They were all completely open.  Someone was in the last stall but the next-to-last was open. I sat down. Pull my pants and underwear down to my knees and sat down.  Someone was at one of the urinals but they left pretty quickly.  I came to quickly distinguish those who came to piss/shit and those who came for action. You could see it in their eyes.

           So, I’m sitting there with my pants around my knees and leaning forward protectively. There was a large hole in the stall wall on my left.  If I leaned forward a bit I could see the person’s knees in the next stall, but that’s all. I didn’t know what the hole was for or what was supposed to happen.  I just knew that I was really hard and excited.  I was around naked or semi-naked men and it seemed “dangerous.”  A minute or two after the guy at the urinal left, I saw the guy in the stall next to me tentatively put one fingertip through the glory hole. It excited me and I figured it meant something but I didn’t know what. I just sat there. He did it again, two or three times, being more obvious each time. Finally he whispered, “put it through.” Then, “put your dick through the hole.” With great fear and trepidation but also incredible excitement I stood up and did that. I slowly inserted my hard teenaged dick through the hole.  Immediately, his mouth engulfed my cock and I thought I was in heaven. His lips and tongue applied pressure, I could feel the warmth of his mouth, and his tongue ran up and down the length of my shaft as he sucked me in and out.  By that time I was an old pro at jacking off.; I masturbated three or four times a day then. But nothing prepared me for the feeling of being sucked.  It was an overpowering feeling and I went weak in the knees.  I had to catch myself by gabbing onto the top of the stall wall. Of course, I shot pretty quickly. He sucked me dry and I nearly pissed in his mouth the suction was so strong.  Right about then someone else entered the bathroom and I quickly pulled up my pants without even wiping my wet dick and was out of there like lightning.  When I got home, still hard, I jacked off like never before and did the same over and over again thinking about what had happened. I had no idea that men put other men’s dicks in their mouths and sucked them till the cum shot out and then swallowed the cum.  The thought had never crossed my mind.  Now I know there were men who did this and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. And fantasizing about it. I upped my daily jacking off to four or five times.  (What teenager can’t handle that number of cums??).

           That bathroom and a couple of others in the same mall became my favorite.  Every excuse I could find, I was at the mall moving from bathroom to bathroom.  I became regular and got to know the other regulars. It was a mix of ages, body types, and specific desires.  I knew the ones who liked to suck, those who liked to be sucked, those who liked to do it quick and dirty in the bathroom and those who preferred to go elsewhere for intimacy.  

           The first bathroom was rather large but well off the beaten path in the mall. That was a great place to meet a guy.  Then, if it was rather slow, you could do what you wanted there. If it was busy, there were a few other smaller bathrooms in the mall you could go to for some privacy and quiet.  One of those bathrooms was in a department store and rarely was busy.  It had two stall, two urinals, and one sink. But it was off a stairwell and rarely used.  I can’t remember the number of times I hooked up with a guy in the larger mall bathroom and then came to this dept. store bathroom for sex.  We could stand at the side-by-side urinals, pull out our dicks and stroke. If we were more sure of where this was headed we could go straight to a stall

           I look forward to your comments. Even if there are no comments, I will continue this blog, at least for a while because it allows me the space to say what I need to say regardless of whether anyone is listening (or readings).  Thank, I appreciate it.