As related to Michael Stewart and written for NYC's Pier BBS in 1988. Copyright (c) 1988, all rights reserved; permission granted to the "Nifty Andrew" archive for online "publication" and distribution.
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First Times: "With A Guy He Met On The Subway"
Reading some of the stuff on here, I guess I was a late bloomer, but it wasn't from lack of trying. I knew I was hot for guys since I was in junior high school, but I never felt like trying anything with my friends. The one or two guys that I did know that were cute enough to want to do it with were real straight arrows and I never had the guts to any more than jerk off while thinking about them. As a result, I didn't have my first time until after I had graduated school and started working and moved out on my own.
One night after work I stopped off at one of the porny bookstores to see if there was anything I felt like buying. There wasn't, so I decided to check out some of the loops in the booths. In those days, the holes were covered up with anything, but despite my horniness, I'd never done anything in one of them. This particular night, I was standing there rubbing my dick through my pants, and I saw a big dick come though the hole on the right. I wanted to play with it sooo bad, but I thought this was sleazy and I was very nervous. It disappeared as soon as my quarter ran out and the lights came on, and since I was nervous, I decided to go home and beat off.
As it happened, he came out of his booth the same time I came out of mine, and I got a good look at the guy. He was very handsome, about my age, dressed in a suit just like I was. He was almost the exact opposite of me. I'm dark-haired and he was blonde. I'm brown-eyed and he was blue. He was cleanshaven, I had a 'stache. I would have liked to invite him home with me but I was too scared and I didn't know exactly how to do it or whether he'd be interested or whether he was an axe murderer or anything. My dick was so hard it hurt, but I was scared.
I left and went out and down the subway stairs that were right there, and only started to relax once I was on the platform. That didn't last long though, because I turned around - after looking to see if the train was coming - to see him standing behind me. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, that's how nervous I was. My hard-on also came back, so I was really getting conflicting signals here.
There weren't too many people on the platform, and I guess I was looking at him as often as he was looking at me. Once I found myself willing to participate in this, I realized I was more horny than nervous, and I started to calm myself down. Maybe this is how guys meet each other, I thought.
It took all the courage I had to do what I did next. I walked over next to him and asked if he had the time. As soon as I said it, I realized how stupid that sounded. He gave me the time, and smiled at me. I smiled back and said thanks. We just looked at each other for a minute, and he said, "Guess you didn't see anything upstairs?" I turned beet red, and said no. He said, "Me either," and then after a brief pause, "except you." If it was possible to turn redder, I did, but I managed to say thanks for the compliment. I tried to compose myself, and then said that I thought he was very good looking too. Then came the big moment: he asked if I wanted to go home with him.
I said yes.
The train didn't take too long, and he lived in an area that I knew (which I was happy about in case I had to leave in a hurry). As he closed his apartment door, he didn't even turn on the lights, he just turned and grabbed me, hugging me, and I nearly creamed myself right then and there. He hugged and kissed me, and then fell to his knees on the floor right in the foyer, opened my belt and unzipped my fly, and pulled my pants and briefs right down and sucked my dick into his mouth. It felt so good I almost passed out - and I had no idea of what I should be doing! It must have showed, because he took my dick out of his mouth and asked what was the matter. "Nothing," I said, and then admitted, "I've never done this before."
He stood up and gave me an odd look. "Then it's time we made up for it. Let's do it right." Right there in the hallway he took off my jacket, then unbuttoned my shirt and made me step out of my pants and briefs, which were down to my ankles. I kicked off my own shoes, and found myself standing there in just my socks, with a big hard-on jutting out from between my legs. Then he said, "Now you undress me."
It was strange taking the clothes off another man, and my hard dick kept brushing against him, causing me to shudder every time. I had to stand behind him to unbutton the buttons on his shirt and undo his belt, but then I moved around to his front to take everything off. I tossed his clothes where he'd thrown mine, right on the arm of the couch by the door. He did his own shoes, and when he started to take off his socks, I did the same thing, and we were both standing there naked in the foyer with hard cocks.
Now I had a chance to look at his body, and I guess he was doing the same thing to me. Once again, we were still opposites. I had a really hairy chest, and he was very smooth. I was cut, he looked uncut (I'd read enough porny magazines to be able to spot one, though this was the first one I'd ever seen). My groin was really hairy, and he only had a small patch of blonde hair right over his shlong. My dick was long and only average thick, but his was thicker and not quite as long. I couldn't believe I was standing there naked with another naked man, finally!
All of a sudden he reached out and grabbed my dick, and pulled me by it right into his bedroom. It looked like mine - a mess - but I didn't care. He pushed me down on the bed and then kneeled down between my legs and took my dick into his mouth again. Again I felt like I'd pass out, and I guess he was experienced enough to know it, because he let go quickly, and hopped onto the bed with me, pushing me down. He climbed on top of me and started kissing me, sticking his tongue into my mouth, and grinding our cocks together between our crotches. This was hot!
I felt him reach down for a minute and take his cock and push it between my legs. It felt great - I could feel it up against my balls and between my legs, and my cock was rubbing against his lower stomach and the little patch of hair above his meat. It felt great! He went back to kissing me and I could feel him thrusting up and down between my legs, like I was a woman and he was fucking me. I guess he thought so too, because he growled and groaned and stiffened up, and I could feel it getting wet down there - he had come between my legs! As soon as I felt his body relax from the orgasm, he swung around and sucking my dick into his mouth again. This time he didn't stop, and too fast, I came. It felt like I was turning inside out, and I must have really shot more than usual, because he (the experienced one), gagged a little and I could see the cum dripping out of his mouth.
After we both finished, we didn't say too much to each other. We got dressed and exchanged phone numbers, but he never called me and I never had the guts to call him.