0 comments/ 122131 views/ 3 favorites Toby's Story By: RobbyRoberts Chapter 1 Tuesday Afternoon My name is Toby and I would like to share some of my more interesting growing experiences with you if you’ll permit me to. I am 18 years old and attend a junior college in the city near where I live. I am in good physical shape and have a slight, lithe and smooth swimmers build with very little body hair. I stand at 5’9” and weigh 140 pounds, with blue eyes and long blonde wavy hair. I have overheard family conversation where mention was made that my facial features were a little effeminate, and I have always been called cute, but I don’t think I am overly effeminate, certainly not in the way I act and behave. My story begins a couple of years ago, when I was 16. Growing up, I guess I always knew I was somewhat different from my friends, in a sexual way, I mean. While they always joked and talked about sex and girls, I could never seem to get guys off my mind. While they ogled girls and liked to look at the pictures of women in the so-called men’s magazines, I always found myself staring at other guys, and when I jerked off, I always found myself dreaming of men. Even when one of the guys would loan me a dirty magazine, I only used it to jerk off to if there were good looking guys in the photo spreads. The idea of me holding on to and stroking a nice big cock instead of the women in the pictures doing it used to drive me nuts. I even used to pretend that I was the woman in the picture. I was obsessed with the idea of having a cock in my mouth or in my ass, what it would feel like, what it would taste like and with the idea of my cock being sucked by some cute guy. As far as I knew, none of my buddies felt like I did, so there was not much I could do about it except dream and hope, and jerk off almost every day. There was no one I could talk to and because I was naive, I had no idea of what to do about it or where to go to find anybody who might feel and think the way I did. All I knew was that there were other people out there who must of felt like I did, based on what I could hear and read. But where were they? How do I get in touch with one? And even if I met somebody, how could I possibly get something going? What does one say, or do? I didn’t know. All I knew was that the idea was in the forefront of everything I did and was a consuming passion for me. I guess the urges really started three or four years ago when I was thirteen or fourteen. Maybe earlier, I don’t know. But all I could do during that time was keep my dreams and fantasies to myself, and continue to pretend to be a regular jock when my buddies were around, joking and talking about straight sex. Then one day my world changed. I was at the health club where I worked out about four times a week and decided to take a sauna after my shower. The sauna was empty when I entered so I sat on a second tier bench near the wall, my towel wrapped loosely around my waist. Within a couple of minutes a man walked in, said hello and sat down on the same level and not too far away from me. He was a lot older than I was, probably in his thirties, but looked to be in pretty good shape. He too had a towel around his waist and I remember thinking that that was too bad because I liked to look at the cocks in the shower area. Always dreaming and hoping, I guess. He started to talk and ask me questions about different things: school, sports, the weather and so on. As he did so, he slid closer to me and then he turned slightly to face me while he spoke. He was very interesting and very animated, using his hands and arms to describe things. Then at one point when he finished a sentence he let his hand drop and rested it for just a moment on the towel covering my thigh. He quickly removed it even though I didn’t do anything to suggest he should, but then he put it back there a couple of more times. My heart was racing and I was starting to shake because his touch was so arousing. One part of me wanted to get away and another part of me wanted to stay and see what he would do. I guess I knew something was happening but I wasn’t sure what. About the fourth or fifth time he laid his hand on my towel, he pulled the towel away from my leg as if by accident when he was removing his hand and I didn’t bother to cover my leg up and so just left it. The next time he simply laid his hand right on my bare thigh and this time he left it there while he spoke. I say while he spoke because I was so nervous and shaky by now that I could only answer and talk to him to monosyllables. yeah, sure, I agree and so on. I was afraid that he would catch the nervousness in my voice so I let him do the talking. I knew for sure now something was happening but I still didn’t know what. When I didn’t make a move to remove his hand, he got a little closer to me and then began to move his hand up and down my bare thigh, using his fingers to tickle my inner thigh ever so lightly. By now I had a raging hard-on, which was probably visible under the part of the towel that still covered my cock and my other leg but he didn't let on, he just kept rubbing my leg while he talked. But now his hand kept getting closer to my crotch until finally he was ever so slightly touching my balls. I couldn’t believe what was happening to me and it took everything I had to try and stay cool and not blow my load. Finally, he just gave me a big smile, then reached under my towel and took my cock in his hand and gave it a couple of pumps up and down, very gently. I don’t think he had my cock in his hand more than 4 or 5 seconds before I gushed the biggest stream of cum and had the most incredible feeling that I could ever remember. He didn’t seem to mind. He simply lifted the towel and using a finger on his other hand, picked some of the cum off my cock with his finger and then put his finger in his mouth and licked the cum off. I thought I was going to die. I didn’t know what to do or say. He had another towel with him and he used that to clean up the mess I had made. Then he just covered me up again with my towel and asked me if it felt good. I told him yes and he said that young men need that kind of help once in a while. He asked me if I came in very often and I told him when I usually visited, then he said he had a commitment and that he had to leave, and that he hoped he would see me around again. I was still in a state of shock and embarrassment, but managed to tell him I hoped to see him again too. He then left the sauna and I stayed for a few more minutes because I didn’t want to go to the shower area with my cock still probably quite big. By the time I showered and got back to my locker, he was dressed and ready to leave. He came over to where my locker was. He held out his hand and told me his name was Tim and that he enjoyed chatting with me and that perhaps we might meet again. I mumbled my name and told him I was glad we met and I forget what else I said because I was still so shy and embarrassed about what had just happened to me. When I got home that evening, I think I must have jerked off two or three times while thinking about the experience I had had that day. The memory of his hand on my leg, touching my balls and holding my cock was more than I could handle. I couldn’t concentrate on supper and my mom kept asking me what was wrong with me. I couldn’t concentrate in school the next day. I couldn’t think straight. All I could think of was Tim and I tried to figure out how old he was and what his cock looked like. My imagination was running rampant and I would visualize him with the nicest shaped and sized cock I could imagine. He became my dream man all that night and the next day. Now I had a face and an image for my fantasies and I don’t think I slept for a minute that night. I was mad at myself for not having made more definite arrangements to meet him again, because I quickly decided that the experience was the best thing that had ever happened to me and I wanted something like it to happen again. The next time however, I was determined to let more happen and to be more involved, although I wasn’t sure just what that might be. While I don’t usually go to the club on Wednesdays, I went back there the next afternoon after school looking for him, but to no avail. So I spent another fantasy filled evening and day at school, thinking of nothing else but Tim and what had happened to me and about all kinds of other things that this might lead to. Toby's Story Ch. 2 Chapter 2: Thursday Afternoon After school on Thursday, I rushed over to the health club again. I was very pre-occupied and spent most of the time keeping an eye open for Tim, but I couldn't see him anywhere. I was really disappointed and was starting to think that perhaps the encounter was only going to be a one-time thing. While I was having a shower, there were only a couple of other guys in there, and I kept looking at their cocks and wondering what Tim's looked like and what it felt like. I had my eyes closed and was dreaming about Tim when I heard a voice, Tim's voice, say Hi, Toby, how you feeling today? I just about died because he caught me off guard and I started to shake again just looking at him. This time he was naked and I wanted to get a glimpse of his cock but I didn't know what to do with my eyes, so I kept looking at him and saying I was glad to see him again. He asked me if I was planning on taking a sauna again and I told him yeah, I thought I would, trying to be as nonchalant as I could be. Things are usually quiet at the club at that time of day because the after-work crowd is not in yet, so you can imagine my relief to have found the sauna vacant, not that it gets very much use anyway. So I went in and sat in the same place as I had on Tuesday. I was still quite nervous but I was trying to keep my cool so that I would better understand what was happening to me and what I was getting myself into. I was also determined to let Tim do whatever he wanted to me and to use my hands on him this time. A couple of minutes later he entered and sat down next to me. After a couple of pleasantries, he casually placed his hand on my leg and moved the towel that was covering my leg aside so that his hand was resting directly on my thigh. He asked me how my day went and if I enjoyed our last meeting. I told him that I had enjoyed it immensely but that all of this was new to me and I was a bit shy and scared. He assured me that everything would be fine and that we wouldn't do anything I didn't want to do. All the while, he was gently caressing and rubbing the inside of my leg and brushing his hand against my balls and my penis. I was getting very hard again very quickly. As scared as I was, I decided to rest my hand on his leg to see if I could maybe get a chance to feel his cock. He quickly opened his towel, took my hand, and placed it right on his cock. I couldn't believe that I finally had a real cock in my hand. It felt so big and thick, yet had an interesting softness about it. It was big but I don't think it was as hard as it might be able to get, certainly not as hard as mine was. I was like a rock again. Tim then grabbed my cock in his hand and started to slowly jerk me off with gentle but firm movements up and down. I felt so hot with his hand on my cock and by feeling his cock in my hand that within a few seconds, I felt that I was going to explode. I started to tense up with the pressure that was building up and I told him that I thought I was going to come. He simply smiled at me, said that's okay, go ahead, then lowered his head and wrapped his lips around my cock. That was all I needed and I exploded right into his mouth as soon as I felt his lips close around my penis. He stayed still like that while my spasms lasted for what seemed like forever, then gently moved his head up and down over my cock getting out every last ounce with a strong sucking motion. I couldn't believe what had just happened to me. The feeling of his gentle sucking motion while my cock was being drained was incredible. When he bent over me, I had to remove my hand from his cock and now I had both my hands on the back of his head, holding him there in position and hoping that the feeling would never end. But it did and when he finally lifted his head, he simply wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, licked his lips and gave me a big smile. I sheepishly smiled back at him and then he leaned over and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips. I was beside myself and didn't know what to do or say, so I simply smiled back at him for a moment. "Did you enjoy that?" he asked. I nodded yes. "Would you like to do it again, sometime?" I smiled and nodded yes. "Would you like to come over to my place where we could be more relaxed?" My heart was racing a mile a minute and all I could do was nod yes again. I had lost my voice. I couldn't speak. "Would you like to come over this afternoon, right now, or wait until some other time?" he asked. I nodded yes again, not realizing that he had asked me two questions. "I'll have to let my mom know Ill be late for supper," I said, so I must have been nodding yes to the first part of the question. All I knew is that I wanted to be with Tim and experience more of what I had just been through. I thought I was in love with him and I must have looked pretty silly just grinning at him like I was the luckiest and happiest person on the planet. Right then I felt like I was. "You can phone her from my place, its not far away." See you outside. He said, then got up and left. I sat there a couple of more minutes trying to calm down because I was shaking, and it was getting more violent as I thought about what might happen with Tim in a very short time. Anyway, I managed to get myself under control, and while I was getting dressed in front of my locker, Tim came over and gave me a piece of paper with his address on it. He asked me if I was sure I wanted to come over and I nodded yes. He said he only lived a couple of blocks away and would I mind if we went separately and if I would wait fifteen minutes or so because he had a couple of calls to make when he got home. That was okay with me because I had my bike with me and I wasn't sure I wanted anybody to see me leaving the club with another guy anyway. He said "Okay, see you in fifteen minutes or so. Bye." Then he left. I stood there looking at the address on the piece of paper but my hand was shaking so much it was hard to read. My mind was racing with all kinds of visions of having my first real experience of having sex with another guy and about how lucky I was and how smart I was to have let him touch me in the shower last Tuesday. I convinced myself that what had happened in the sauna a few minutes ago was not a real suck job, and that a real long one would be much better and even more satisfying. And I thought about the fact that I was probably going to get a chance to taste and suck someone else for the first time. I realized I was starting to get hard again just thinking about all this stuff, and I was still shaking like a leaf in anticipation, so I figured I better get out of there. When I got out to where my bike was, it dawned on me that I didn't really know this guy, even though he seemed like a decent sort, but how did I know he wasn't a murderer or something. Here I was going to a stranger's place and no one else in the world would know where I was. I started to panic and for a moment thought maybe I shouldn't go that it might be too dangerous. Then I would think about the sex part and I wanted that so bad that I would decide that I should take the risk. My thoughts raced back and forth and I was beside myself about what to do - go home and forget it or go over to Tim's place. Finally, I got an idea. I could simply leave the address in my locker, then if I disappeared someone would find it and trace me to that address. This idea might not save my life if it were in jeopardy, but I could use the information to let Tim know that if he tried anything, the address would be found and he would likely get caught. When I think back, the whole idea was probably naive, but then again, it turned out to be a great idea because it allowed me to do what I really wanted to do - go over to Tim's place and see him again. So I did. Toby's Story Ch. 3 Chapter 3: Thursday Afternoon at Tim's Place While I pedaled over to Tim's place, my mind was full of thoughts about what was likely to happen. How would things get started? Who would make the first move? What would the first move be? Would he let me suck his cock? How should I do it? Should I let him shoot off in my mouth? What would it taste like? Should I swallow it or spit it out? Where would I spit it out? I also started to think about how old Tim was, and what I was doing going to an older man's home? Shouldn't I try to find someone my own age to have sex with? But I didn't know anyone as young as I was, and thought that what I would do is learn from Tim, then forget about him and move on. Once I had gained some experience and some confidence, it would surely be easier to meet someone my own age. Tim's building was one of the newer high rise condos in this part of the city and it was easy to find. When I entered the lobby, I expected to be able to ring his apartment but what I found was an imposing desk with an attendant. This caught me off guard and I started to get nervous again because now somebody would know that I was going to visit a man in his apartment. But then I thought, hey, that's okay because now someone would know that I was there so I would certainly be safe. The attendant also caught my attention. He was young and very handsome in a rugged kind of way. A big guy with short black wavy hair and he must have been into bodybuilding because his muscles were bulging through his uniform. I sure wouldn't want to get into a fight with him or meet up with him in a dark alley. Then gain, I quickly wondered what it would be like to feel all those muscles and suck on his cock. He came out from around his desk so I got a look at all of him, and there sure was a lot to look at. "Can I help you?" he asked. I realized I didn't know Tim's full name so I said "I've been invited to apartment 1503, Please." The attendant smiled and said "Ah, Mr. Tim's place. He just got in and said he was expecting someone so you can go right up. Take the elevator to the 15th floor, turn right and his place is at the end of the hall. I'm sure you'll have a good time." Then he winked at me, gave my body a once-over glance and after giving me a big knowing smile, he walked back around to his desk. I remember thinking that he probably knew why I was there and I started trembling even more than I was before, but I managed to get over to and into the waiting elevator. Tim answered the door immediately when I knocked and I was surprised to see that he had changed into a bathrobe. He gestured me in and asked if I had had any trouble finding the place. As he ushered me into the living area, I realized that this was a pretty big and fancy place, probably a penthouse, and it looked like it was expensively furnished. I wondered what Tim did for a living that he could live this lavishly. He asked me if I would like to see the rest of the place. I said "Sure." The main living area was huge, and it turned out that there were four more rooms. He first showed me the bedroom and when we were standing there looking at his big king sized bed, he grabbed and gently squeezed by bum. I felt my cock get a little hard but didn't do anything but look at him and smile. He smiled back and said we could come back here later but that he wanted to show me the rest of the place first. The next room he showed me was an office. I asked him what he did for a living and he said he was a part-time technical consultant for a couple of large engineering companies and that he was also a part-time photographer and videographer. I didn't ask him anything else, but the next room was quite large and contained all sorts of photographic equipment – cameras on tripods, lights and light reflectors, lots of wires and a small bed, a sofa and some chairs. He told me that this was where he did some but not all of his photography. I asked him what kind of photography he did and he said "fashion, some of it erotic." I wasn't sure what that meant but didn't know what to ask him anyway. He led me to the last room. It was smaller than the others and contained a small couch, what looked like a dressing table because it had all kinds of small bottles and tubes on it, and a couple of clothes racks. There were also a lot of women's shoes scattered around and this surprised me because I had assumed that Tim was gay, but then realized that they must be things his models used when they were posing. As we were walking around, Tim kept touching my bum and rubbing it slightly through my jeans. I liked it when he had his hand there and as we looked around and talked, I began feeling more comfortable and I was losing my nervousness. I still didn't know how to get anything started so I thought I would just wait for Tim to start something and let it go from there. Tim then apologized and said that he had another commitment that evening and that he would only have a half an hour to spend with me. I think he saw my disappointment and said that I could come again if I wanted to. I said I probably would even though I had no idea of whether I would or not. "Because we've only get a short time Toby, what would you like to do?" he asked. "I.. I.. ugh .. I don't know" I stammered. "I've never had sex with a man before. This is my first time, I mean except for the sauna." "Never?" he asked. "You're a total virgin?" "Y Y Yes." I said. "Are you sure you want to stay then? Are you sure this is the kind of sex you want? "yes, I want to try it so bad." I said. "Would you like try some oral sex then?" "That would be great. Sure. Yeah. I would like that." "We don't have a lot of time today though. Would you like to suck on my cock or do you want me to suck you? I started to shake again and told him that I would like to suck him but that I was nervous and might not do a good job. He told me not to worry and that he would help me and show me a few things. He came over to me and said that giving someone's body a massage was a good way to break the ice and get relaxed. As he was telling me this, he started to massage my shoulders. He was standing right in front of me and I could smell his body. The smell and the feel of his hands got my cock raging hard and trying to bust out of my jeans. He massaged my arms and chest, and then he started to unbutton my shirt. When I was out of my shirt, he ran his hands all over my chest and back, and even bent down and licked and kissed my chest and my nipples. I was going crazy and thought my penis was going to burst. Then he reached down and started to unbuckle my belt and undo my zipper. When he opened my fly, my cock poked right out through my underwear and I thought I was going to come again before anything really happened. He kneeled in front of me and lowered my jeans to my ankles. I had taken my shoes off when I came in, so he took my socks off and then I stepped out of my jeans. Now I only had my briefs on and my cock was sticking straight out through them. He stretched the elastic and lowered my shorts and I stepped out of them too. "You've got a nice cock, Toby, and it looks like you want to come again. Would you like that?" I said I would and he then started to lick my cock and my balls and my inner thighs. He finally put my cock into his mouth and started to suck on it. I guess I had a little more staying power because I had just gotten off a half hour ago, but I couldn't hold back this time either and told him I thought I was going to come again. He nodded and kept my cock in his mouth. He looked up at me and then started to make long sucking movements along the length of my cock, taking it all the way into his mouth. I exploded again and again he kept his head steady while I jerked my cock back and forth and emptied my load into his mouth. I still couldn't believe this was happening to me. I was delirious with excitement and don't think I have ever felt as good in my entire life as I felt right then. He then took my hand and led me into the bedroom. He laid face down on the bed and asked me if I would give his whole body a massage. I wasn't sure how to but said sure, then climbed on the bed next to him and started to massage and knead his shoulders and back. He suggested I straddle him so I would have more support. I straddled his bum area but then noticed that my now soft cock was still dripping and that I was dripping on him. I don't know if he noticed it or not but he didn't say anything so I didn't do anything about it. As I massaged his back, I moved down a little and started to work on his bum. He kept telling me I was doing a great job and that it felt wonderful. The feel of his bum cheeks in my hands was wonderful but it wasn't long before I moved down even further to work on his thighs and legs. Now I could see the tip of his cock and the back of his balls lying between his legs and I didn't know if I should try to touch them now or whether I should massage the rest of his legs. I decided to work down to his feet but I couldn't keep my eyes off of what I could see of his cock and all I really wanted to do was get it in my hands as soon as I could. So I worked back up his legs, pretending all along that I was going to be thorough, but all I wanted was to get back up to where that cock was. This time when I massaged his inner thighs I managed to touch his balls and his cock. When I did this, Tim moaned softly and started to turn over onto his back. I was wondering how I was going to get him to do that for me so my problem was quickly solved. I continued to work on his legs but couldn't keep my eyes away from his crotch area, so I slowly worked my way up there. His cock was really big. It was still semi soft and was now laying across his leg. It was longer and thicker than I could have imagined and I couldn't wait to feel it again. I reached up and grabbed the whole of his cock in my hand and lifted it off his leg. It was heavier than I thought it would be and it was still quite soft. I started to play with it and it was very flexible – I was able to move it around like a floppy rope quite easily. That surprised me because when I am erect, my cock is as hard as a rock and very stiff, almost like a steel pipe. Tim's must have been at least twice as big around as mine and even longer, but was more like a rubber pipe than a steel one. I also played with his balls a little and they were also bigger than mine. Finally, I couldn't stand it any more and decided to see what it tasted like. I lowered my head and put the head of his cock in my mouth. His smell was really neat, and finally, after all the dreaming and yearning, here I was with a great big gorgeous cock to feast on. I was beside myself and never wanted the moment to end. I tried to put as much of it my mouth as I could, but could only get about half of it in. It felt incredible. It stayed quite soft and flexible, no matter how much I licked and sucked on it. I ran my tongue up and down, and all around it. I had it in and out of my mouth. I used my hands to feel every part of it. I used my hands and my mouth. I ran it all over my face, my eyes, my nose and my ears. I tried to gently bite it. Every once in a while, Tim would moan softly and tell me it felt good. I finally decided to make him come because I wanted to satisfy him and make him happy with me so that I would get invited back, so I vigorously worked his cock up and down, sucking and keeping as much pressure on it as I could. My jaw was aching but I kept at it. Finally, Tim said he didn't have much more time, and he grabbed his cock while it was still in my mouth and started pumping on it himself. His pumping got more violent and I finally had to get my mouth out of the way altogether, so I lay my head on his legs and cupped and played with his balls while he jerked himself off. Even with the furious pumping, it took him a few more minutes to come, then he finally started to spurt all over his stomach. I didn't know what to do, so I lay still, then started to run my hands through his cum and spread it around his stomach. He just lay there exhausted and contented, then said he had to get ready, so I slid off the bed. Tim also got up, gave me a hug and kissed me lightly on the lips, and then went into the bathroom, so I started to get dressed. When he came out, he asked me if I had had a good time and after I said that I really enjoyed it and thanked him, he asked me if I would like to come over again some time. I said I sure would. He asked when I would next be at the club and I said Saturday morning. Tim then suggested I come over here on Saturday morning rather than go to the gym. That was okay with me and I told him that would be fine. He said we could perhaps watch a video together and if I were interested, he could show me some of his photography. I said swell, I would like that a lot. He then showed me to the door and gave my bum a squeeze as he gently pushed me out into the hallway. I walked to the elevator with a big smile on my face. I felt real happy and cocky with myself because I finally got to play out some of my dreams and felt I would have the opportunity to do lots more with Tim. He seemed to like me and had invited me back, so maybe I could see him a few more times. There was no one in the lobby when I got downstairs, so I waltzed right out, jumped on my bike and started to pedal for home. My mind was in a daze. I couldn't believe what was happening to me. I felt like the luckiest guy in the world. I kept thinking about how neat Tim's cock was. How big it was. How nice a guy he was. How rich and successful he must be. How good it felt to have been able to finally hold a cock in my mouth and suck on it. How much better it would feel the next time because I would be more experienced. At the same time, I was disappointed that I couldn't get Tim off on my own and that maybe there might be something wrong with my technique. My mind was in such a daze that I ran through a stop sign and almost got hit by a car. I certainly didn't want to get into an accident now, not since I had a most important date this Saturday. A video – that would be neat since I never saw a gay video, only a couple of straight ones at my friend Peter's place. And Tim wanted to show me his photographic work, so he must like me a little. I thought about what I might wear to impress him. I made it home okay, and that evening at supper I was preoccupied with wild and crazy thoughts and visions of Tim's cock dancing through my head. My folks and my sister must have thought I was losing it for sure, but they were wrong, I was just finding it. My world was coming together. All I had to do was hold myself together till next Saturday.