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.