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Introduction to life

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 19 Apr 2001 3 comments
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by Pete As young boys we used to jack off together. Part of growing up I suppose. Nothing special rather innocent. Our dicks were like pencils but with time we grew up and became men. I developed quite young. When I was in my final year at school I had to go for specticles. The test went quite normal but when I had to choose my frame the man, middle aged, father type stood very close to me to inspect the frame and whether it was sitting properly on my face. He ebbed ever so closer until his groin touched mine. He then pushed against me with his dick. Being as inocent as I were I thought I must be mistaking. I was getting an erection and oozing precum like mad. He brushed against me even more and I was going to orgasm. I had to get out of there - quick!. Anyway I did orgasm without touching my cock. That evening at boarding school while studying in the study hall, just thinking about it gave me another hands-free orgasm. I wish I could be turned on that much again. It never ever happened to me ever since. I had to go back there the following week to fetch my specs. I was sort of looking forward to it. The man was not there any more. They must have sensed something and fired him. He probably tried it with a few boys and someone complained. I finished school rather uneventfully. Now, in those days we had to do compulsory military service. I was 20 at the time. It was terrible but I survived it, apart for being for a shit cause, it wasted two years of my life. When we had weekends off we hitchhiked to our homes. People used to pick up Military service men. It was sort of an honourable thing to do. I was standing next ot the Highway in some godforsaken spot at dusk when this VW camper stoppped. An attractive middle aged man opened the window. He said he is going to overnight nearby. If he passes in an hour's time and I'm still stranded there, I can sleep in the camper with him. I thought; how kind. He came by later. I am in full military uniform ,called Stepouts. I must have looked good. I am attractive (I gather so from other peoples reactions) but not a stunner,medium hairy bear type, 1,8 m tall and dark haired with green eyes. He drove off and looked for a place to park. We later found a quiet spot. I got out off my uniform and into a tracksuit. Being winter it was cold. We lay there chatting about all sorts of thing. I planned to go and study, and as he was involved with a university he answered some of my questions. With cars passing on the highway at intervals I could see his face. In the poor light he was attractive. He must have been in his late thirties, trim, upright and dark blonde about my size. He had a small moustache and a pleasant face with an evading smile. As we talked he started playing with my hand and my fingers. I came from a family where touching never happens. I felt a tingle from this having an older man giving me all his attention. (Maybe that is why I enjoy the father son stories so much. Not that I ever had the chance to even touch my fathers dick. I hardly ever saw it.) We kept on talking. All non-sexual stuff. Then suddenly he put his hand in the front of my tracksuit pants and touched my cock. I almost shot my load. He took my hand and put it on his jeans fly. I just left it lying there. Maybe I am playing coy, but in fact I did not know what to do. I was still innocent, this was a grown man and I had never done this. This made it more exciting. Like the virgin being seduced. He got the idea and opened his own fly still playing with my cock. Istroked him. His cock was uncut and of a fair size. As he became more erect the foreskin pulled back over the head. I could feel the hard throbbing glans. I still thought what do you do with a hard cock with no play on the skin. When I have erections there is more than enough skin to move up and down and envelope the glans. I kept on fondling him. He opened his shirt and took of his pants and rolled over to me. He pulled down mine and without saying a word lay on top of me. He pushed my legs together telling to keep them tight and pushed his cock between my legs just at the base of my cock and ballbag. He started to fuck me. I could feel his dick, his chest hair brushing against my chest and his face next to mine. He snuggled his face into my shoulder and kissed my face. My cock was squeezed between our stomachs and with his movement it rubbed the foreskin up and down. May cock was so hard it could burst. When I have an erection my cock does not lie flat against my stomach but stands away from my body. Pushing it down against my stomach gives you a strange intense pleasure at the base of the penis. This was a fantastic feeling, not like wanking, not quite like fucking, more like stretching. It was not too intense yet the stimulation was good enough to slowly push me to orgasm. I sort of lost track of him and just became aware of my own pleasure. He went on and nearing his orgasm and became more intense. Then I came, with an involentary arching of my back. It felt like the orgasm started moving up from my knees, having dufficilty to reach my prostate and then shot past everything. Like an explosion. You dont often come as intensely as that. I felt paralized straight after the last of several contractions that shook my body. I couldfeel my own hot cum on my stomach of squirt after squirt. He felt my entense pleasure and it brought him to orgasm. He held on to me tighter and groaned in my ear as he shot his load. I remember feeling so close to this man I did not even know. We just lay like that for a few minutes. Then he got up found a sock somewhere in the camper and handed it to me to clean myself. After I did just that I gave it back to him to do the same. Thereafter we crawled into our sleeping bags. I lay awake awhile thinking about what happened. I felt I could cuddle up to this man,yet I did not feel free to do so. I lay back and went to sleep. The next morning we woke up and did not mention anything of the night before. We went to a nearby garage and then to their restroom. We were both standing at the urinals peeing. I wanted a last glimpse of his cock. I felt quite guilty in doing so. It was if we were sort of shy. After that he bought me a breakfast. During breakfast the distance between us increased. The closeness of the night before was gone. After we had eaten we both went our own ways . I had many mental replays to wank to for many years. As I grew older and bolder there were more incidents. This was my first time. If it appealed to anybody please e-mail me. I can tell more stories but do not know if I bore you.