So I've been a reader of nifty for years now. It was one of the first sexual outlets I discovered growing up, and its still a main squeeze. Its a grab bag, though. There is a ton of crap that you can see right through and doesn't even turn you on. You can tell when something is based on the truth. It's sexy. When its really good, the fantasy lasts a few sessions beyond the first reading.
Some real-life encounters are like that. You think about them for weeks, or if they are really good, they mold your expectations and desires for the rest of your life. A few nights ago, in San Francisco, I had my own. It was totally mindblowing and wonderful. I don't know why- maybe just because I needed to share this experience- I wrote it down with the intention of posting it. I'm sorry if my writing isn't that great. I know that sometimes when something is so vivid in your mind you forget to explain the details. I'll try to give them to you so you can imagine it all.
Of course, don't read this shit if your underage or it is illegal or offends you unless you have a fetish for being disgusted. Also, please note that I bend the truth a little here and there for privacy issues and to make it more interesting.
I checked in to the Hostel- the HI- at about 7:00 pm. I am travelling lightly- just a tightly packed internal frame bag. I got into town about 2 maybe, and walked around fishermans warf. I know I looked out of place with my big bag with a towel and tennis shoes hanging off of it- but they must get a lot of tourists in town. Its San Fran. No one looked at me too weird anyway. I didn't try to eat in a sit-down restaurant with my bag as a date, anyway. I just got a street hotdog for dinner by the alcatraz ferry- I figured thats where wandering types ate.
It was a breezy but sunny afternoon. A lot of people were wearing fleece, some windbreakers. I was in my Keene sandals. My toes were getting a little cold, but I prefer that to keeping my feet all cramped up in shoes. And I don't want to admit that summer is over. I was one of the kids who wore shorts until it snowed. I spent probably an hour watching the sea lions (or are they walruses?) on their rafts off the wharf. Those things are LOUD. They kind of remind me of tourists. I looked around when this occurred to me, but everyone was pretty fit. I'm not sure how many of them were actually tourists. It could be that such a nice day drew out the locals. That would explain why I was one of the only ones actually watching the sea lions for any significant amount of time.
I probably watched them for a good hour. To be honest, I didn't know quite what to do, so I was just letting them entertain me until I figured it out. I needed to get a map of the area. I had printed off a google map of where my hostel was, but I didn't quite know how to get there. It is a little North/East of the Castro, but I didn't even know where that was at the time. (It is Monday now and this was Thursday). I decided to go back to the ferry port where I got the hot dog. I figured that I'd be going to go see Alcatraz at some point while I'm here, so why not right away?
I walked up to the building, trying to see if I could find the prices for tickets. Before I could find them, I heard a tinny male voice
"can I help you?" I looked down to the ticket booth, and there was the guy who had asked me. '
"Umm, do you have a map of San Fran I could borrow?" I asked, getting a good look at him.
He looked around, and I got a good look at him. He was cute, not hot, but definitely good looking either way. He had short blond hair- really blond, almost white. It was buzzed mostly, with an uneven fringe on the top. He had red small-guage spacers in both of his ears, and despite being thin, he has a roundish face. Blue or green eyes, I can't really remember. He was also wearing a plaid cotton shirt. He was a little emo/hipster, but in a cute not over-the-top way.
He pulled out pad of tourist maps- the ones with all the advertisements around the edges. He tore one off and passed it to me.
"Did you just get here?" He asked me.
"Yeah, the backpack give me away?"
"A little bit. What do you think of the city so far?"
"Its cool I guess. I've really only seen the sea lions so far. I literally just got here."
"Where are you coming from?"
"Albuquerque. Greyhound all the way."
"Nasty! How long did that take?"
"More than a day. I left yesterday morning. The bus was delayed sometime during the night, so I ended up getting here 4 hours later than scheduled, at two."
"Wow. Where you staying?"
"I'm at the HI hostel"
"Which one? The one close to the Castro?"
I blushed a little, I think, when he mentioned it. I knew it was the gay part of town before I got here.
"Yeah."
He pulled out a pen and showed me how to get down that way. I showed him my google map (after digging it out of my bag), and he showed me the street I'd take a bus down to get there.
"So were you planning on taking the ferry?" He asked me after we figured out my route.
"Yeah, but I saw the price. There isn't a student discount?"
"Well actually, don't tell anyone, but there is a promotional thing on Saturday and I've got some tickets on reserve here."
"Are they cheaper or something?"
"No, I could just give you one. They never all get picked up when we do these things, and even if they do we could just print out more. You'd have no problem. Here."
"You probably wouldn't want to go, huh? I'm sure you go all the time."
"Not as much as you might think. But It still doesn't sound that exciting to me."
"Well... would you want to grab a drink? I literally don't know anyone in town."
He took a look at me like he was finally considering who I was and what I was doing.
"Sure. How about some dinner instead?"
I got his number, and he let me go check in at the hostel and freshen up. I wasn't sure if it was a date or not. He was pretty concievably gay, or lonely, or both. He was friendly in any case, and seemed to have a good knowledge of the city so I didn't have much to lose.
My hostel room consisted of four beds- two bunks, with a locker by the door and two big windows looking across to another building. There wasn't anyone else in the room, so I stripped down and wrapped my towel around myself and headed to the bathroom. My shower experience was pretty standard- but it was nice to wash off the stink of being stuck on a bus for a day. I changed into my tennis shoes and a polo with my jacket, and I was ready to go. I noticed it was hot, so I opened the window a bit before I left. It must have been the heat, because it was pretty chilly outside.
My dinner with Jake was great. We actually had a lot to talk about and I was very comfortable with him. We ended up going out for a few drinks and stayed out until about midnight or one. Jake was very charming, flirty, but not aggressive. We had fish tacos for dinner, and I tried a variety of local beers from the pub we went to afterwards. I think I'm going to do another installment after this one, and I'll tell you more about our date there. Don't worry, you're not missing out on any action. He was gay, we talked about our coming out stories together and everything. The exciting stuff didn't happen until last night on our second date, but as I said, I'll tell you about that next time.
I was pretty tipsy by the time I got back to the hostel. It was very quiet, with just a couple of people on the computers and no one at the main desk. After getting lost down a hallway on the wrong floor, I found my room. I was loud and kind of stumbled in. I started to kick off my shoes and take off my jacket before I realized that there was someone sleeping on the other lower bed. Thank god I didn't turn on the light. He stirred a little, but didn't wake up completely. I tried to be a little more quiet, and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and piss out some of the beer. When I got back, he was dead asleep.
I noticed when I got back in the room that he was in his underwear- vertical striped boxers, with the top sheet just covering his lower legs. As I pondered that, I realized it was hot again in the room. I wanted to open the window, but I didn't want to make him cold- and I thought it would be awkward to put a blanket over him.
He had very smooth skin. I could see him in the light from the window, and his skin seemed to glow. His nipples stood out to me, they were very dark, and hard despite the warmth of the room. He had almost a diamond of dark hair in between his pecs, and just the slightest happy trail. His shorts were puffy, tented almost, in the way stiff fabric can look. His right arm, the one closest to the window, was thrown up over his forehead. His arm was muscular, not built, but well-defined. The hair on his armpit looked soft and surprisingly straight. His hair was brown, but it looked black without the light, and was medium length, covering his ears.
Being drunk, I stripped down to my underwear myself and laid down in bed. I thought that I would fall asleep right away, but it did not happen. I began thinking about Jake, and my night with him. I could feel myself getting hard. I had not jacked off in over a week, in preparation for the trip. I came here looking for booty call, among other things. As I fantasized about leaning across the dinner table and kissing him, taking off his clothes, I realized I was looking at the guy laying just a couple feet away from me.
The way the bunks were sett up, I could see his body, from an angle. I was lying perpindicular to him, so he could not see me, and I could not see his head very well. But I could see about everything from his armpit down.
Given the liquid courage I had sloshing around in me, I began to touch myself lightly and quietly while looking at him. I didn't want to wake him up, so I knew there was no way I would be able to come. I decided that I would have to get up to finish the job in the bathroom. I was wearing boxer briefs- so any amount of rubbing created a fair amount of noise. Realizing it was simply too loud, and since I wasn't able to get much satisfaction that way, I decided to pull my cock through the hole.
I watched him as I did it, both for the enjoyment, but since I was so nervous, also to see if he could hear it and was awake. It was louder than I expected, but he didn't seem to move. I waited a few long seconds, and slowly began to jack off. It was making some noise, but it wasn't too loud. My pelvis was probably the closest part of me to him, but he made no indication that he was awake.
I was paranoid the whole time and kept stopping because I thought I heard him. This probably lasted for 20 minutes. I watched him the whole time, but I didn't see him move at all. Finally, he shifted audibly and I saw him move. I decided it was time for me to get up and go to the bathroom and end this. It was getting too late, I was too horny. I couldn't handle the intensity of the situation any longer.
I pulled my underwear away from me to slip my dick back inside my underwear as I got up quickly. The other guy moved slightly, mostly his left arm as I was leaving the room. His underwear was flat against his body now, I realized, and I paused by the door. I looked back at him, and I could see he had a hardon! I opened the door and went straight to the bathroom.
I locked myself in a stall and thought about the situation. He must have heard me jacking off. He moved his hand away from his cock, which was hard, when he heard me getting up to go to the bathroom. He was hard, right? Just because of the absurdity of the situation, I couldn't know if I could trust what I saw. Maybe it was just the shadows. I played it back and forth inside my head frantically for what seemed like forever. It was probably only five minutes, but my hardon had long passed, and it was actually kind of chilly in the bathroom. I decided that it wasn't worth trying to jack off now in this state, so I went back to my room, still stuck in a state of indecision/confusion.
When I got back in the room, he was still asleep. Now, his left leg was at an angle, making a lazy triangle pointed towards the wall. His boxers were a little puffier than I had last seen them, and it was clear that he had rearranged himself. He was asleep again, though, or at least was still good at pretending. I stood between him and the door, half wishing he would wake up and expose himself to me or grab my cock or something, and the other half of me was wishing that I had just imagined the whole thing.
I assured myself that I couldn't have been imagining it. So was he awake? I stayed there, staring at him, for long, long minutes. I decided I had to do something, I couldn't let this opportunity pass me by.
I stepped closer to him, still unsure of what I was going to do. I knelt down. My face, my hands were just inches away from his body. I made sure to breath as lightly as possible so he wouldn't feel it across his skin. I could smell him. He smelled somewhat sweaty, but mostly like soap and a little musk. He was breathing evenly, his stomach rising and falling. He had a little bit of an outie, and a mole to the lower left of his belly button.
As the room warmed me up, I lost the shivers that had been going through my body. I found myself staring at his junk, just laying in front of me. I couldn't see the outline of anything, but I knew it was there, and I knew it was hard just a little while ago as a result of things I was doing. I was determined to make that happen again.
Suddenly, he shifted his hips. It startled me. I wasn't sure if it was to make his cock more accessible to me, or less, or if he was actually sleeping and it was completely unintentional. I knew that was my signal if I was going to get one. I waited probably another 30 seconds. He was still breathing easily. His lips, that I had just realized were full and beautiful- cock sucking lips- were parted ever so slightly. His bottom lip looked like it might be a little moist.
Deciding it was now-or-never, I reached out to him. I went straight for his cock. Deciding last second that it might startle him, I lightly rested my hand on his right thigh just below the fabric of his boxers. His hair was curly and springy against my hand, and his skin was warm. He did not react noticably. My mind raced. Was he awake and enjoying this, or was he asleep and somehow isn't waking up to being touched? I paused for a few seconds, then used my left hand to lift up the fabric by the leghole my right hand was so near.
Because it was so dark, I couldn't see what I was potentially dealing with. I reached in with my right hand, and bumped into his balls with my fingertips. He jumped a little. But, he did not move. He either really wanted this or was a great sleeper. The hair on his balls were so stimulating on my fingers, I could feel myself getting hard again. I reached in deeper, and my the tips of my fingers found the base of his cock. It was pointing away from me towards the wall, and it was somewhat firm... he was sporting a semi!
With still no interuptions or feedback from him, I reached deeper still and wrapped my hand around his cock. I paused here, wondering what was happening and where to go next. Was he really asleep? Who could sleep through this? My conclusion was that it didn't matter, he was clearly enjoying it. I began a slow stroke, pulling the skin on his cock towards his head. After a couple of strokes, he was
completely hard and throbbing. With my thumb on the foresking just on the underside of his foreskin, I pulled a full-grip stroke back down toward his base.
I swear he pushed into my hand when I did his, every so imperceptively, but I felt it. Gingerly, I pulled my hand out of his shorts, then went back in through the opening in the front. I fished his cock out, and then I could see it in the moonlight. It was a beautiful cock. His head was glistening, and the foreskin sat just below the glans just begging to be manipulated. I licked my lips, and got my right hand wrapped back around this glorious organ.
I got into a rhythm of slow, firm gripped, long strokes on his cock, enjoying the visual as well as the sensations in my hand. At some point I began rubbing myself through my underwear, and I was just as hard as he was. After a few minutes, I wasn't sure how I would know when he was going to come- and I wasn't done with him yet! I leaned forward, pulling the foreskin away from his cockhead. A small mound of sweet precum swelled up from the pressure. I could smell the sex and the perspiration, with my nose just moments away. I pushed out my lips, preparing for a soft, warm entrance, my tongue just behind the front line.
His smooth cockhead slid into my desire, and I heard a gasp and felt a lift, bringing his cock well into the cavity of my mouth. With a gentle sucking force, I slowly eased off. He reluctantly, and just as slowly, relaxed back down until his butt was once again flat on the mattress. After the departure from my lips, and while still holding his cock firmly at the base, I looked up across his body. He was breathing quickly, unevenly now. His chest rising and falling, his lungs filling rapidly with lust. His lips, parted more now, were clearly glistening in the light from the window.
Empassioned, I lunged back down on his cock. It felt glorious in my mouth, and I gave the best blowjob I have every managed. I felt I had a perfect sycronization- stroking my cock with my left hand, and stroking and sucking his. His breathing increased, getting dryer and faster. His cockhead filled in my mouth, growing evermore hard and hot and swollen. Suddenly, as my tongue was enjoying the ridges of its guest, his cock exploded cum into my mouth. I felt his prostrate contract with my hand, and his dick spasm against my lips.
Having been edging myself, I let my feelings go over the edge as well. I let myself go- and I was rewarded with an audible splash and a bodily shudder as my sperm hit the linoleum floor beneath the bed. I slurped down his cock, nursing every quake, until both of us grew limp. I looked up at him- his arm was now across his eyes, and his mouth was wide open gasping for a decent breath.
Carefully licking his cock clean, I put it back into his shorts. I pushed myself back into my underwear, even though I still had a lingering semi. In the bathroom I wiped cum off my leg, drank some water from the sink, and looked at myself in the mirror. It was early morning hours by this point. It was then that I knew I would write all this down.
I went to bed a few minutes later, and fell into a deep sleep. When I woke up the next day, he was already gone and it was 11:00 in the morning. I didn't see him until I came back that night, but when I did, there were two other girls in the room. I didn't get to talk to him, and he didn't make eye contact with me or acknowledge in any way what happened the night before. He checked out the next day before I could get him alone.
If you enjoyed this, please email me at mhankering@gmail.com and give me feedback. And just in case you're wondering, you are not free to rip this without giving me proper credit. If you'd like to use it for whatever purpose, email me and check to see if it's ok.
I think I'm definitely going to write another installment to tell you about my second date with Jake. And maybe there will be more, if anything else exciting happens to me on this trip....
Thanks,
Mark