0 comments/ 62009 views/ 1 favorites First Encounters By: SkyBluAngelEyes She took her time, as she got dressed, careful to choose just the right outfit. Blue lacy Victoria’s Secret bra, with matching thongs, navy blue skirt, just above the knee, white tank top and a red blouse over it. He would have chosen the same if he had been there. She slipped on her ankle bracelet and her toe ring, smiling, she wondered who came up with such an idea. After checking her lipstick, she remembered to apply his favorite scent in all the right places. Amazing that this woman who always said, she would never conform to what a man wanted of her, was now going all out to be what he wanted. He was nervous, so unlike his typical self-confident personality. He had no clue about the evening he was about to have, they had never actually met, just chatted on the telephone and online, but had known each other’s heart and soul for months. He knew it would be an interesting, peaceful, seductive moment when they first laid eyes on each other. Even with the thought of touching her for the first time, he got slightly hard. He had to keep perspective, what if this first meeting was nothing but conversation. What if there were some kind of circumstance that kept them from getting to know all the areas they had only dreamt about. He was nervous driving to the park where he told her to meet him. As he sat there and waited, he wondered if she would truly be there or if he was going to be disappointed. This was no ordinary Internet relationship, this was more, so many months of history and so many more things than just sex involved. Typically meeting someone new would send her into a panic attack, but this, was a peace, a part of her that was missing, and soon to be found. As she pulled into the park she saw his truck, her heart fluttered a bit to see him and knew that she would finally be able to touch him. She got out and started walking towards him, he was smiling from ear to ear, both of them could hardly contain themselves. "Hey Kim." he said as he held one hand out to her. With his hand entwined in hers he pulled her close and kissed her softly. "Oh my God I thought this day was never going to come" he said. She stood back not letting go of his hands and watched his face. As he led her to his truck she said to him "I'm starving, lets go find someplace quiet to get a drink and eat." The ride along was so peaceful, she still had not let go of his hand, she wasn't about to let loose of someone she had waited this long to find. He drove her to a little Italian place, close to his hotel. As they walked in the door, she whispered to him "excuse me, I need to find the ladies room" and she did. He proceeded to the booth in the corner, which was dimly lit and very out of the way. It seemed like forever she was gone, in fact for one brief moment he wondered if she would be coming back. His eyes lit up as she sat down next to him. "Brett, I want to hold your hand" she said softly. He said, "No I'm not falling for that" and chuckled. "Hold your hand out to me, and look down," as she said it, he held his hand out, and into his hand she dropped a pair of navy lace thongs. The look on his face was one of pure shock coupled with pure pleasure. The waiter came to the table just as he had pushed the panties into his pocket. They shared a secret grin and ordered water, and salads. She slid as close as she could, she wasn't going to waste one minute of her time being apart from him, physically. As she buried her head in his neck she felt his hands hold her close at the hip. He quietly said, "As soon as we are done eating we need to get out of here and get somewhere alone so we can be together like we have wanted to all these months." He kissed her firmly and deeply and could feel the tension flee from her body. The wait seemed forever and while they waited, they just sat body to body enjoying each moment with each other. He couldn't forget what she had handed him earlier, with his hand on her thigh he watched the look on her face as he slid it slowly up her skirt, resting it on her inner thigh, watching her face as he felt every last bit of skin on her leg. His middle finger had made its way inside her slit, and he was now feeling how wet his touch had made her. She gently pushed her hips into his hand and never said a word to him. " I can't believe we waited all these months to get together" He whispered in her ear. She couldn't say a thing just sit, enjoy his touch, and feel his cock growing while he fingered her pussy. As the waiter appeared with the salads, he said to them, "Is there anything else I can get for you?" "The check would be nice so we can leave when we are finished, we have an appointment soon." She said, looking never at the waiter, but always into her lover’s eyes. "Not a problem" the waiter said, as he slid the check to them and graciously left them alone. "Eat something" she whispered, "you need to have energy for tonight." "OK I’ll eat something now, and save you for later." He thought he was funny in his response. They finished their food, paid the check and walked to the hotel room. He unlocked the door for her and said "Why don’t you run a hot bath and relax, I’m gonna get the truck and your bags." Before she knew it, he was out the door. When she opened the bathroom door, she was surprised to see candles everywhere, a silk bathrobe, and soft music on the CD player. The bubble bath he left was vanilla scented, leave it to him to make her smell like a cookie. A single red rose was placed lovingly on the edge of the tub. The soft mild scent of the bath, and the calming music was more than enough to make her drift off for a few minutes of sleep. When she looked up, she was surprised to see Brett standing there completely nude. "I hate to even disturb you, you look so peaceful." She held out her hand, and replied, "There is nothing you could do to disturb me, get in here." He sat on the edge of the bath, took a bath sponge and squeezed warn water over her face, neck and chest. He worked some soap into a lather and started to rub it all over her neck, breasts and stomach. She couldn't help but notice the erection he had building. "Are you going to join me or do I need to pull you in?" He just laughed and slid into the bubbles, his legs rested near her chest, and her ankles near his hips. They both laid back, eyes closed for several minutes, as if to just enjoy each other’s touch. She could feel her pussy resting against his balls and could occasionally feel his pounding hard on throbbing against her ass. "In my entire life, I cannot imagine I would love someone like I love you," he said, slowly rubbing his hands up her thighs each stroke getting closer to her already wet pussy. She sat up with her face inches from his and took his hands and lifted her self up to a kneeling position, straddling his thighs she leaned in and kissed him deeply, he could feel her breasts on his chest and her hair on his shoulders. Natural instinct took over and he guided his cock inside her. "Oh Brett, you feel exactly how I dreamt it would be." He couldn't help but tell her everything he was feeling, "oh babe, ride me like you are never gonna stop." As she slid up and down on his cock he kissed her neck and sucked her hard nipples. She whispered, "Sweetie… I’m gonna cum, I can’t help it." His hand on her lower back he could feel the heat building like she had told him it did, he held her steady on him while he felt her tremble and buried his cock deep within her. The cum was running down his shaft, and onto his balls. The climax she had reached was just one of many to follow. He took her by the hand and helped her out of the tub, "Lets take this over here," he said as he wrapped a towel around her and led her to the floor near the fireplace. So many pillows everywhere, he placed one under her head and said to her, " Remember that our agreement was to always make sweet tender love? We're never gonna fuck, but just make love?" "Yes, I do," she replied. Not another word was said, he kissed her and held her close, then, slowly he entered her. He knew exactly how to touch her, all the places and at the right time, there was not an awkward moment between them. He spent much of his time with his hands on her hips, and lips to her breasts, sucking hard while he slowly glided in and out of her, each stroke deeper and wetter, she could feel his pubic bone hitting her clit -- each stroke making her closer to cumming than before. He could feel how swollen she was, and how tight she was gripping his cock, he knew he was going to explode, she arched her back as she felt a hard throbbing gush and heard his gasp. "I love you, Kim. I love you a lot." He kissed her gently as he held her close. Later, in the early morning, when they had both slept for a while, he woke before her. He lay there, gazing at her while she slept. Her eyes closed, her breathing even and shallow. His thoughts drifting back to the night they shared before. He reached up with his right hand, brushing a wisp of hair that was in her face. “God, she is so beautiful.” he thought. She stirred a bit, but not quite enough to wake her. He moved the sheets away from her breasts. He just stared. Her nipples were hard and puckered. He wondered if she was having erotic dreams. He felt himself start to harden -- his cock pressing up against her hip. Sleepily, she rolled over onto her stomach. He rested his hand on her back, moving it slowly down to her ass. The feelings of arousal were making her stir. Still half asleep, she spread her legs apart a bit -- letting him have full access to her perfectly trimmed pussy. He felt her slit, wet with excitement, she let out a sleepy moan letting him know that she approved of his actions. More awake, she lifted up on her knees, her ass way up in the air, letting him have full access to her. Moving behind her, his cock throbbing, he reached down with his face, burying it deep in her pussy, tasting the juices that he loved so much. He always told her what an expert he was at licking pussy, and now she believed him. Her aroma filling the room, making his cock strain so hard he thought it would burst. He ran his tongue up from her wet hole to her ass -- using his tongue, rimming her just so. She let out a deep moan, not knowing if she could take much more. She wanted to feel him in her ass so bad. She needed to feel him in her ass so bad. He had her full attention now rubbing her pussy and licking her asshole. “Brett, if you don’t stop, you’re gonna have to fuck me.” “That’s what I was hoping you’d say.” He replied breathlessly. He crawled up behind her, his cock rubbing up and down her wet slit. She pushed her ass back, hoping to make contact with him – hoping to have that large cock slide in to her soaking wet pussy. With one thrust, he buried himself to the hilt. “OH G-A-W-D!!” She screamed. She had never felt anything so good in her whole life. He thrust back and forth within her, her meeting his every thrust. Kim was in heaven. She had never felt this way before about a guy. “Fuck me harder Brett, I want it harder.” Brett thrust into her almost knocking her off her balance. Kim, moaning into the bed couldn’t wait anymore… “Ahhhhh babe… I’m cummmmmiiiinnnnnggggggg!!!” “Cum for me babe -- cum all over my cock -- let me feel your juices run all over my cock -- cum on baby -- lemme feel your cunt grip my cock!!” Still gliding his cock in and out of her drenched pussy. “Oh baby…I wanna fuck your ass! I want to fuck it so bad.” Rubbing her pussy juices all over his rigid cock, he put the head against her willing and ready ass. As is his habit, he was entering slowly so as not to hurt her. But to his surprise, she thrust back hard against him and took the entire eight inches in at one stroke. “Oh, God!!!! Fuck me hard, baby. Slam it into my ass. I wanted to ride your cock all day long.” It was all he could do to keep from losing his load immediately. Here was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen who has touched his heart, and now his body in ways he’d never been touched, and she wanted him to fuck her as much as he wanted to do it. He kept fighting it back, but when he felt her muscles begin to tense, he knew it was all over with. She sensed him tensing up too, and began to plead with him to fill her with his cum. “Oh, yes, babe, give me your hot cum. fill me up. Shoot it deep inside me..” And that’s just what he did. They came together, then collapsed in a heap. The flush of the first time behind us, we settled down to a long lovemaking session that lasted long into the night. First Encounters Trembling, I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. My adrenaline was off to a kick-start and my body mentally started preparing itself for fight or flight. I fought to keep composure but I was too excited. My corset restraining my breathing, I could feel moisture coat my bottom lips. Kneeling abeyante, I kept my eyes lowered as you walked into the room. I heard the rustle of your coat coming off and being placed on a hook, keys jingling as you placed them on the counter and finally the sound of your footsteps as you headed in my direction. Your hand stroked my hair, and I leaned into the embrace. "Good girl," you whispered, "Tonight is your first night as my little whore. How do you feel?" "Nervous, Maître." I replied. "Why are you nervous, little one?" I took a couple seconds to gather my thoughts, "Because I haven't done this before, and I don't want to disappoint you." "What haven't you done?" "Any impact play, other than spanking, Sir." Your hand continued to pet my head, "Easy, little one. We have discussed your hard limits and you know what your safe words are. I am your Master and you know I will test your limits, but I'll always keep you safe. Do you trust me, little one?" "Oui Maître, I do, very much." "Good girl, that is all I need to hear." You grabbed my hair in one swift move and tightened your hold. I grimaced and breathed in deeply as the pain embedded my mind. The tug made me look up at you – your handsome face made me feel weak and ready to obey your every command. You took my lips into a breathtaking kiss, your tongue parted my willing mouth – I love your control. I gasped as you tightened your grip as you nipped my chin and moved to the top part of my breast. You brought your other hand and dipped it into the corset to bring out my nipple, and you found it hardened and wanting. I felt your tongue darting around it, and I buckled when your teeth clamped around the sensitive bud. "Oh Maître! Fuck!" I moaned into the open room. My pussy had been throbbing before you came, and it was craving your touch much more now. Your presence drew a wanting in me; a hole that needed to be filled only by you. You sensed this and touched my thighs. I shamelessly swiveled my body so your hand could touch me, but you knew better and slapped my protruding breast. "Little slut, what do you want?" you asked while rubbing my smarting flesh. "Fuck! I just want you to fuck me Maître, please!" I whimpered. You chuckled and tweaked my nipple. I shrieked and quivered, involuntarily humping the air. I closed my eyes and embraced the pain/pleasure your hand gave me as you continued to pinch and rub my nub, licking my lips as you moved onto the next. Your hand still held a firm grasp on my hair, and I was panting as you brought your head down and sucked on my nipples, alternating and getting me wet. Each stroke of your tongue created such a joyous sensation in me that I never wanted it to stop. I opened my eyes in an instant when I felt your lips lift and your palm connect with my breast, the slap echoing in the room like a gunshot. I bucked and came up just as quickly, hating the pain just as much as loving it. "You don't get my cock yet, not until you deserve it." I hated you for that moment; all I wanted was to feel you filling me. Yet you altered my thoughts as your hand cupped my mound, I could feel my wetness coating your fingers. As quickly as your fingers licked up my pussy juice, you brought your hand to my mouth and stuck your wet fingers in my mouth, "Taste your whore pussy," you commanded. Shutting my eyes, I suckled your fingers and groaned around them as you let go of my hair and stuck your index finger into my pussy, making me ride it subconsciously. Gods it was an amazing feeling, your one finger creating so much pleasure as your other created soothing oral stimulation. I could taste my cum on your finger and I savoured it, twirling my tongue around, pretending your finger was your cock. I rode your other hand like a bitch in heat; humping and rotating my hips, trying to get every sensation I could. I opened my green eyes and looked at you, pleading and hoping that you would catch on. You did, and withdrew both hands. Grabbing my hair again, you twisted me until I was on all fours and made me crawl to the edge of the bed. Unbuckling your trousers with one hand, you positioned me onto my knees with your other still holding my hair. I sat up, face forward and I felt your manhood spring up on the side of my face. I opened my mouth automatically and felt you fill it. I closed my mouth around your protruding cock and suckled and moaned, loving you in me. I left my hands lowered since you gave no instruction to use them, and continued to follow your lead with your hand pushing and pulling my hair, taking in your length and gagging when you wouldn't let up. You continued this for a while, as my eyes filled with tears and my nose clogged from my gag reflex. Finally you released the hold on my head and tilted my chin up at you, making me look at you with mascara tear streaked eyes. "Very good girl." you applauded, and I felt like a puppy mastering a new trick. First Encounters Though I'm married to my husband now, in our first encounters we were simply boyfriend and girlfriend, and so that's why I put this under erotic couplings. There's no hardcore sex here, but there is encounter of the sexual kind. This occurred back when we had just graduated high school and it was our summer before college. We were working at the college for the summer. The first couple days at our summer job was pretty typical. You try to get a feel for the land, try to see what the people are like, test the waters to see what you can get away with, but overall nothing too special. It was two weeks into our summer job that my boyfriend and I decided to meet up before work so we could spend time together. We still lived with our respective parents, and mine were especially strict, that I couldn't really go out with my boyfriend. Yes we were both over 18, but I respected my parents and their rules and f they wanted me home at a decent time (before the sun starting going down) I listened. My boyfriend's parents, however, would let him stay out as late as he wanted to. The fact that we weren't gonna get paid until the end of the summer was also a bummer. No money meant no gas. So we spent our time together in the early mornings before work. Being the little adventurer, my boyfriend eventually found us a secluded room where we could stay. Most of the time we were the first to arrive at the student break/study room (I forgot what it was called), since we were the ones to turn on the lights ourselves. Occasionally we would look into the room only to see some people had already hogged it. Those damn studious people! But on the days we had it to ourselves we took advantage. It first started with him and me making out. We hadn't had intercourse yet, though we did have lots of heavy petting, and even some stroking and fingering. Now the following is all approximated, but it is basically all chronologically true, and for those of you who haven't read my other stories, my husband and I are of Latin descent, me with my sun-kissed complexion, him a little darker. I'm a petite woman, with good C sized breasts on small frame, which make them look bigger, and a good sized butt also. My husband is kinda the athletic type, having been in sports all his life, and is about a foot taller than me. The first time we really took advantage of our discovery, we seriously made out. I pounced on him and he caught me. What we loved most about this room is a little 'hidden' cubby to the right side of the door. When you walk thru the door you see pretty much a big room in front of you. On the right side, however, there was a little nook that you had to round the corner to get to. Vending machines were located there on one wall, and of course in front of the vending machines was open space. This is where you would have found us if you had been a student at this college that summer. So there I was embraced in my lover's arms, him holding me up by hugging me, his arms around my back, me with my hands on the sides of his face, holding it so I could smooch all over him. We pretty much spent that 'first' day kissing each other. I was always worried we'd go to work smelling like saliva, but no one ever complained. The second day was similar to the first, except he lowered his hands so it was between my pants and my shirt, in the little area that appears when you raise your arms above your head. He was sweet, taking it slow. Then the third week we were now dry humping each other. It first started with us standing up. He'd bend down a little, his rock hardness pressing against me, making me feel very good. Remember, I had already stroked him to satisfaction and he had already fingered me to explosion, but that happened months before and in a secluded part of a park. Though my parents were strict, they did allow me to stay out late on certain occasions, like Prom and Homecoming, and that's when we did the nitty gritty. Feeling his hardness pushing against me felt so good, and the fact that we were still testing the waters to see what we could get away with was even more exciting. See, it wasn't like we got in and had the whole room to ourselves for the full hour. No, we would go in and HOPE we had it to ourselves. Many times, I'd say one out of three times, somebody did come in. But we were horny, and just because one day we almost got caught did not mean we were gonna stop the next day. We needed to get further faster, but still do it in a way that would allow quick recovery. Dry humping, though, good at first, was quickly not becoming enough. Then one day I decided to unzip his pants and reach in and feel his hardness, and all his precum got all over my hand. At first I was worried about the smell, but found it quite sexy if I'd lick his juices clean from my hand as he watched. One of the hardest things happened when he'd be very hard and I'd be slowly stroking him (it's not easy to stroke a guy off quickly while your hand is down his pants, at least I couldn't do it) and then the door would open. I was able to get out of there after a short while. My boyfriend, on the other hand, had to wait until his hard mast had been brought down. Then the next time we met he did the same to me, but I have always been a fast cummer, and shortly after his fingers found my pussy, which was completely drenched in my juices, he toyed around in there, touching my insides and then going around to outside. It's funny at first. Like now, he's an expert lover. He can make me cum in under a minute. Back then he was still learning, so he probed around awkwardly, but me being young and super horny, I got off on almost anything. It didn't take much to bring me to climax, leaving him to suck his fingers greedily of all my wetness. I may have been a really lucky girl, but nobody ever came thru the door as he fingered me. Being short on time, though, we figured we only had time for one sexual perverted act in that room. Once we passed the safe time, we simply settled for heavy petting, which was still fun. Basically, we got there at or slightly before 7am, we played for 10 minutes where we thought there was little chance to be caught, then the next 20 we could do heavy petting and moaning and still be ok, the last 20 minutes we were very cautious. I wasn't a whore or anything. I was known as the good girl in my school and in my community. He was kinda the tougher bad boy, who was also pretty smart. Otherwise I might have even let the others in the break room join in. Then the last ten minutes, from 7:50 am to 8 am we spent getting ourselves ready for work, which was at 8 am one building over and downstairs. There was no real lunch break, because we had to spend it watching the kids (our summer job was kinda like babysitting school children), and after school was over my dad was waiting for me, and my boyfriend had to go to his classes. So timing was of the essence, and finding the break room locked was detrimental to my loins. But finding it open and unused was always a boon. Though we never got fully naked, allowing him to roam his hands all over my body was always exciting. One of the final positions we would do is he'd sit on the floor, and open his pants and pull them low enough so his underwear would rub against me. It was much nicer than his hard jeans, and I'd have a simple skirt on that made things easier to get to, lol. So I'd straddle him and lower myself to his boxer covered cock, feeling it push against my panties. It felt so good, me in white cotton panties that were pretty thin it was way better than dry humping through jeans. Then he'd reach around and grope my butt, pulling me harder onto him. The times he'd get away with putting his hands under my panties was even hotter. Feeling his hands on my bare ass was so erotic and so naughty, knowing we could be caught any second, and when the door would swing open loudly, I'd bounce back up onto my feet and he'd lay there with his backpack covering his crotch (sometimes the students coming in would go directly to the vending machines) and I'd pretend to be deciding what to buy. I'm sure the smell of sex wafted thru the air. But that I didn't care about. As long as we weren't caught red-handed then they couldn't prove we were doing the naughty. But I loved it when we'd do that. Maybe for the entire last two weeks we would spend them on the floor, me sitting on him facing him as I grinded on his cock. It would have been quite exciting if he'd have gone in me, but one, it would have hurt (I was a virgin) and two, it would have been hard to have gotten rid of the stain. But that's what young lovers have to deal with. Any kind of pleasure we could get. Oddly enough, it was easier for him to get into my panties than it was for him to get into my bra, so that's where his hands spent most of the time during the first part of the hour. The very last day I decided to go without panties, but with a longer skirt, and he wore his regular pants (if he were to have been allowed to wear shorts things would have been much better). Like usual he sat down and unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down a little so his stiff member was only covered by his boxers. I discreetly sat down on him, trying to keep my skirt low enough so he couldnt tell i didnt have panties on, but he definitely felt something different, and the little bugger reached underneath and started to rub my clit so good as soon as he figured it out. Then he reached around back and cupped my butt cheeks, squeezing and kneading them in his hands. We really didn't wanna stop our grinding because it was feeling so good, and I decided to be even naughtier and reached behind me and undid my bra. Then I pulled one strap through my right sleeve and did the same for my left strap, whisking it out from under me in one swift movement, and to his staring eyes and gawking face. I could have left him gawking him but decided to move things along by grabbing his left hand and slipping it under my blouse, that way he could have the best of both worlds. His right hand gripping and squeezing and slapping my left butt cheek, his left hand squishing and pulling on my right tit. It felt so naughty yet felt so good. Then I popped my left boob out and held it up and pulled it forward so he could feast on it, and feast on it he did. You have to remember, we were quite young back then and his manipulations were quite immature, but I think the fact our bodies respond to stimulation so quickly when we're young makes up for any awkwardness that we do, and even though his sucking on my boob was not necessarily hurting me, but definitely wasn't pleasuring me, our overall touching was incredible, especially considering anyone could waltz in all of a sudden. He, however, was certainly enjoying punishing my boobs the way he was, and I did hold in my little cries of pain as he sucked and pulled and chewed on my boob. Nowadays he's much more tender, but it takes time for one to learn. It didn't take long before he had to let go of my boob and put his hands on my ass again to grind me harder against his cock. I really wanted to whip my blouse off but decided to hold it above my boobs by picking it up form the bottom and putting my hands by my shoulders (like mardi gras flashers). This left my boobs open for his viewing pleasure and let him really grind against me. We continued humping each other, my bare pussy feeling his rigid member, with only a simple cloth between us, his strong hands gripping my ass hard and pushing and pulling me back and forth. My heaving tits moving around in a crazy manner. Their softness and suppleness in front of him, with my eraser-like nipples poking forward, begging for him to suck on them but, because of our rapid movement, he was unable to. All he could do was stay staring at them bouncing and shaking around obscenely. The thought in the back of my mind of us easily being caught was bringing me to another orgasm. Who knows how many I had had, I never keep count, but he loved it when I got them. It made my boobs shake even more violently, as they jiggled like crazy with my little convulsions. I was wishing he could do everything, grab and squeeze my ass, fuck me hard (though we were only grinding at the time), squeeze and play with my tits, and fill my mouth with his tongue. I was so hot from our lovemaking I could feel sweat on my body, but I didnt care, and after going at it for at least twenty minutes, he finally stopped. For a second I thought it was because he was tired, but when I looked down I saw his cockhead had come out of his underwear and had been grinding against my bare pussy, back and forth across my lips, for the last couple minutes, which caused him to climax and spew cum all over his belly. Somehow he did not get his shirt dirty. It was so hot that I finally made him cum at the break room, while he had brought me to orgasm many times before . For the remainder of the time in the break room I stayed braless, a little treat for him to see my boobs sway as I walked and moved here and there. He quickly hopped out of his jeans and used his underwear to clean himself of his cum, then tossed it in the trash can. He came over to me, gave my boobs one last hard grope over my shirt and then I put it on and we walked off, leaving that room for the last time, never to see it again. Again, this was written as a first draft, and is a true account of what we did a long time ago. First Encounters Hey everyone, I'm bi and this is my first man-on-man story. It is based on a bit of real experience and a lot of fantasy about that. It is part one of what I hope will be a multi-part series. Let me know what you all think. Obviously, this is a story that involves man on man action. If you are under the age of eighteen, or if this is illegal for you to view in your country, please refrain from doing so. Otherwise, enjoy. ***** The locker room was deserted, save for the attendant who looked up with frightened eyes at the foreigner that had just walked in. Much to his surprise, he spoke Mandarin just fine and quickly sorted him out with a locker. The foreigner quickly disrobed, put on sandals, and grabbed a hand towel before wandering into the bathing area stark naked. Jim looked around and wondered where Clive was. He had sent him a message saying he had arrived earlier. After looking around, he heard a brusque voice echo around the room. "Hello laowai!" "Fancy meeting you here Mr. Clive." Jim walked into the nearest shower stall and cleaned himself before going into the bath. Always a little self-concious of his average dick on his not so average body, he spent an extra minute "washing" his piece into a more relaxed and impressive looking specimen. As he waded to the bath, Clive looked at him; first at his face, then down lower. They had seen each other naked plenty of times before, so it didn't bother either of them. "Here comes the cold cock without a turtleneck!" stated Clive in reference to Jims circumcised sex. "Well, I guess your being in the water explains the yeasty-cheesyness of the pool." Shot back Jim. They chatted for a few minutes in the hot water as their voices echoed across the otherwise empty room. Eventually, a silence broke out between them in a strange discomfort that they had never felt. Jim pondered on the awkward feeling before realizing just what it was. Jim broke the silence with a bad joke. "Our numbers are a bit short for a circle jerk, guess we'll just have to settle for a dutch rudder." He quipped. "Not gonna lie, I was wanking around a bit before you showed up. You know, hot water, public place devoid of people. It's kind of hot." "I could seriously go for a wank myself." "Fuck it." Said Clive as Jim watched him put his hand on his underwater cock and tugged away. "It's one of the few things I haven't done, this; jerking off with another guy. I've always kind of thought it could be fun. Guess I'll join in." Jim said with a shaky confidence in his voice. They spent the next few minutes sitting quite close to each other fooling around. At one point, Clive repositioned himself and his leg briefly made contact with Jim. "Wow there buddy, I know neither of us have banged anyone lately, but this back-fanny isn't open for you." "Sorry. Didn't mean to. That being said, it did feel kind of nice to have some flesh on flesh contact." "Well, I wont deny that. Would it be weird if we sat a little closer together?" suggested Jim. "It's just us here, so why the fuck not." They edged closer and closer until they rubbed against each other. The spark that suddenly ignited made Clive swell up to full erectness. They continued to jerk off while rubbing each others legs together. The feeling was wondrously sensual and it tapped into something deep within the two of them. "Clive. This is going to sound weird bu-" "This is already weird, go for it." "I've always wondered what an uncut cock felt like to hold. I've always been quite curious to see what a full foreskin feels like. Could I give a tug or two just to see what it's like?" "Just one or two, but only if I get a feel of your cut up one as well. Not sure how you Americans do it." Jim reached over first. He knew Clive had a big dick, but it felt so much bigger than he had ever thought it could be. He grabbed the foreskin tightly and tugged up and down. He was astonished by how much movement there was. He could jack off the entire shaft using just the loose foreskin. Clive reached over next and took Jim into his hand. Jims dick was certainly smaller than his own, but still a fine specimen. It felt weirdly smooth and alien to him as he tugged on it. He couldn't get as full of a motion on it as he could with his own. They quickly discussed what they had just felt. The differences were substantial, but they both rather enjoyed getting to feel one. They went back to taking care of themselves. A moment later, Jim reached his left hand out and placed it on Clives chest. He moved it around slowly and could feel the trembling breath coming in and out of Clives lungs. Clive quickly reciprocated and put his hand on Jims leg and moved it back and forth. They stared at each other for a moment as their breath heaved. Jim lowered his hand down and grabbed Clive between the legs. He started to pull and it didn't take more than a minute for Clive to slide his hand along the inside of Jims thigh and take hold of his cock. They continued like this for another minute or two. Clive managed to say, "I'm close man, I could pop any moment." "I want to see it. Here, get out of the pool, straddle the rim." "Clive did as he was told and dropped each leg over the edge of the elevated pool. He leaned hiself back on his elbows. Jim did nuch the same, but leaned forward as he sped up his jerking. It didn't take long before Clives body began to convulse. In that perfect moment, Jim felt his friends cock swell with his seed before bursting out and splashing into the pool, onto the rim, all over Clives chest, and onto Jims hand. After the last of it was pulled out, Clive grabbed Jim by the neck and pulled him onto his face. They made out for a moment before Clive pushed Jim back onto the rim and returned the favor. Less than a minute later, Jim blew. Clive could feel the jizz on his friends cock and realized how nice it all glistened off of the cock devoid of a foreskin. He eventually leaned forward and hovered over Jim before lowering himself down and meeting with his lips. They lay this way for a few minutes as their bodies relaxed once more. The sudden sound of chatter coming from the locker room area reminded them of where they were. They rolled off each other and into the pool to hide their still present erections. By the time they had splashed the cum off of themselves, their two friends wandered into the pool area bullock naked and greeted them. First Encounters Pt. 02 As before, this is a story of man on man action. If you are under 18 years old, or if the subject matter is illegal in your country, don't read it. Everyone else, please leave a comment or message me with suggestions. I love writing, and consider myself a decent writer. I am, however, very new to erotic fiction, and want to improve. Leave a comment, or message me with ideas, suggestions, edits, etc. I appreciate it all! ***** "After bathing, getting a massage, resting in the sauna, and soaking again, the four guys left the bathhouse. They felt wonderfully relaxed, but none more so than Jim and Clive. They had experienced a bit more of a release than the other two. The other pair took a taxi back, but Jim and Clive rode their mountain bike and mo-ped respectively. Jim pedaled hard to keep up with Clive. "Hey bud, I'm not sure what came over me earlier, and I'm sorry if it was weird, but I haven't felt that god in a while." Jim said trying to keep up a good pace while breaking the silence. "Yeah man... It was good, but what the fuck was it? I know I got off, but I'm not like that." "Who the hell is like what anyway? I feel weird about it too, but I felt weird when I lost my V-card too. It's just what happens when you try something new. It's OK man, if that was a one-off thing, I don't want it to affect our friendship. We've both had a dry streak as of late." "What do you mean, 'if that was a one off?' Are you suggesting that it could happen again. "Man, I felt great, and I know you did too. I feel comfortable around you, and I am glad we did this. It may have been weird, but I have never been able to share something quite so personal with someone who was a friend and not a girlfriend. If you really aren't into it, that's fine, there is no baggage in this thing." "I'll need to think things over man." Jim didn't hear anything from Clive for two days. He finally got a text from him asking him to come upstairs, that he wanted to talk things over. Jim lived in the apartment below Clive, so it took him less than a minute to get up there. "I couldn't get what we did out of my head." Clive said plainly. "I'm sorry man, I didn't mean to mess with you like that. It isn't fair for you to feel guilty over something like this." "I mean, I couldn't get it out of my head and not get turned on by it." "Oh... Um, I kind of feel the same way." "Isaac has gone in to work today, so I have this place to myself... or that could be... ourselves..." Clive put his arm around Jims shoulder as he said this and immediately began to move his face towards his friends. Jim pulled his head back for a moment in surprise then smoothly reverted course as he and Clive began to kiss. Jim had always been the more aggressive of the pair of the relationships he had had in the past. His girlfriends had all felt so light in his hands and they were all so dainty. Clive pushed aggressively towards him and Jim loved getting to assert himself without feeling like he was holding a piece of china. Clive made the first move this time. He pulled Jim on top of him as he laid himself back on the couch. He reached his hands under Jims shirt and ran his hands up to his shoulder blades. Jim toyed with him. He would push forward onto Clive, then pull back slightly. He was so turned on watching his friend pull his body up to meet him. Jim spread apart the legs of the man under him. He pushed them back a bit and pressed his groin against the equally clothed crotch of his friend. Jim slowly humped Clive as he began to move his mouth to the neck of his temporary lover. "Oh God, that feels so good man." Clive gasped as he lost himself in the moment. "Just you wait you dirty boy." Jim answered while panting. "No waiting." Clive replied while he tore at Jim's shirt and pulled it over his head. "Fuck yeah, get over here." Jim demanded as he pulled Clive up to him, then fell back and dragged his friend on top of him. Jim reached down and rubbed Clive between the legs. Clive started to pull his shirt over his head while Jim started to unbuckle the belt barring access to his goal. He fumbled with it while Clive hovered above him, waiting and shivering in anticipation. Not a moment after the buckle came loose, an already stiff and massive uncut cock popped out of the gate. Jim reached up and pulled on the loose foreskin in front of him. Clive arched his back and sighed in response. The pre-cum was already flowing. After another few moments, Clive similarly unbuckled the belt in front of him. He pulled out the smaller dick of the pair, but still loved to feel the pulsating and foreskin-less shaft. He jerked it while Jim reached his arms around the gorgeous neck above him. Jim pulled Clive down and their chests met. They kissed. They ground against each other. They felt the pool of pre-cum gathering between their cocks. Clive spread open his partners legs and began to hump the wet pool that lay between then. "Fuck man, keep going, that is so hot!" grunted Jim between thrusts. He could feel the loose skin and the rough pubes of Clive press against him and lost himself in the moment. Clive sped up and through their mutual moans they shoved their tongues into each others mouths. "I'm..." "I'm gon..."They said together. "Together?" They asked one another. "Together." They answered in unison. The pace was unbearable and they cried out at the same moment as they pulled each other somehow even closer. They felt the pulse of each string of cum fly out of not only their own dick, but also that of their lovers. They pressed their wet chests, stomachs, and groins together as the pacing slowed until it finally stopped, save for the occasional shudder. Clive kissed down the left side of Jims neck, and Jim complimented the move with a little nibble on Clives shoulder. "Fuck man, that was... that was..." "So goddamn satisfying that I'll be ready for round two faster than I ever have been." Neither of them knew which one said what.