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My First Fuck...  would see him a few more times over the years, later learning he was a security guard, and a thoroughly good bottom.

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This guy was something else; for starters he was topless and muscled, with abs poking out from under his white as milk skin and pecs that you could tell were hard and solid. He wasn’t all that tall as I could see his face clearly, a shaved head and shaved face, no more than 23 I’d say.

Ce type n'était pas commun... j'ai appris plus tard qu'il était vigile....et passif notoire... 

    Donc  la voici cette première baise  !

 J'avais 13 ans en fait quand j'ai eu mon premier contact avec un garçon, mais ce fut aussi ma seule "sortie" pour explorer ma sexualité, et ce ne fut qu'une petite ouverture qui, à mon avis n'a compté que comme les petits cailloux du Petit Poucet sur le chemin... donc j'étais très éveillé pour découvrir les choses à ma propre allure,et c'est ce qui s'est passé.

J'attendais. A la fois j'étais prêt à faire quelque chose ou à dire "non", avec force si nécessaire et éventuellement dire "oui"si LA bonne occasion se présentait.
Donc ça peut vous paraître surprenant que mon premier "rapport homo" , (bien sûr à vous je peux dire "ma première baise" -lol-) arriva en réalité quand j'avais 16 ans, admettez que c'est tout à fait l'âge normal pour une première.

Mais ce ne fut pas conventionnel du tout. 

    J'étais parti faire des courses au supermarché où j'avais maté tant de queues dans les toilettes au fil des ans, sans toutefois jamais draguer de manière choquante. Ce jour là, par pure curiosité j'avais décidé de jeter un petit coup d'oeil dans les toilettes. Ce n'était pas une si mauvaise idée car je me demandais comme toujours si une quelconque "action" y était en cours, voulant en avoir le coeur net. 
Je constatai que l'une des trois cabines de wc était prise et entrai dans celle que j'occupais habituellement, mes jeans et mon boxer furent à mes chevilles en un rien de temps. Par le trou dans la cloison j'avais une vue directe sur  un homme à la peau extrêmement blanche caressant un extrêmement grand sexe.

J'étais dur immédiatement.

     
Ma bite palpitait et allait et venait comme folle et je pouvais sentir mes boulesse serrant déjà pour tirer leur coup ! J'ai dû m'arrêter une minute de peur d'éjaculer trop vite : j'étais  trop excité.
Après quelles minutes, j'ai commencé à pousser de nouveau, sentant de plus en plus mon pénis s'enfoncer dans son cul incroyablement serré jusqu'à ce que j'aie senti que mon bassin frappait son cul et mes boules aussi. Les 7 pouces de mon pénis à l'intérieur de son puits d'amour. J'ai pris un moment pour jouir de cette sensation, de  la chaleur, et la jouissance fantastique de mon sexe totalement enveloppé dans la prison de muscles de ce type.

Je me suis retiré un peu, ma teub qui n'était pas d'accord pour arrêter poussait des cris de trahison -lol-je l'ai ensuite mise à fond, là où elle aimait bien se trouver -re lol-. C'était le bonheur.

J'ai commencé à pousser fort, mon fessier imprimant à ma queue des attaques courtes et répétées, tandis que mes boules tapaient avec force contre lui. Le mur tremblait entre nous au rythme auquel le baisais et  je pouvais ressentir le contrecoup de mon barattage dans mes noix.

    C'était une première baise maladroite de débutant, mais j'y allais de tout mon coeur.J'allais tirer mon coup dans son intimité à lui. Il gémissait et, sans le voir.  et j'espérais qu'il branlait son monstre géant de queue de l'autre côté de la paroi de la toilette.

    Ma teub, je le sentis, allait s'étancer pour la dernière fois et j'ai senti que mes boules allaient envoyer tout ce qu'elles avaient de généreux et de meilleur dans son cul. J'ai commencé à le pilonner à plein régime, le baisant toujours par raffales et à répétition, mes reins se creusant pour mieux faire. Jusqu'à ce que je m'effondre en avant en sueur et  la bite maintenant trop sensible pour supporter le moindre contact.

J'ai déculé doucement, ma bite ne protestait plus d'abandonner la partie -lol-j'y laissais  un peu de moi et un fil ténu la reliait à son cul.

  Il s'est débrouillé, après quelques instants pour retrouver une position plus confortable. Quand j'ai regardé à travers le glory hole, j'ai pu voir que sa grosse bite se déchargeait en torrents  et sa queue continuait à palpiter violemment même après avoir joui. Je voulais toujours diriger ma langue vers son bout, mais ça ne se présenta pas !

Après cela je me suis rapidement ressaisi et ai fini de faire mes courses dans le magasin.

Un peu plus tard, au fil des ans, j'ai appris qu'il était vigile et au demeurant un excellent passif. 

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TEXTE ORIGINAL So, the fuck.

If you’ve been reading this from the beginning then you know that although I may have been cruising since I was 13, it was also my only outlet to explore my sexuality, so I was very keen to do things at my own pace; and I did.

I always waited until I was ready to do something to do it, and that meant waiting and saying no, sometimes forcefully.

So it may come as a surprise to you that my first fuck was actually when I was 16, quite an average age really.

But it was not conventional.

I had gone to the supermarket where I’d had so much cock over the years, not to cruise shockingly, but to shop. Out of sheer curiosity I had decided a quick peep in the toilets wasn’t the worst idea, and I wondered off to check out if any action was taking place.

When I wondered in the less favourable of the two cubicles was taken, and I stepped into my usual haunt, jeans and boxers around my ankles in no time. The peephole was bare and I had a clear line of sight straight through to a man with extremely white skin stroking an extremely large cock.

I was hard instantly.

This guy was something else; for starters he was topless and muscled, with abs poking out from under his white as milk skin and pecs that you could tell were hard and solid. He wasn’t all that tall as I could see his face clearly, a shaved head and shaved face, no more than 23 I’d say. I realised he wasn’t actually topless but wearing a white shirt he’d unbuttoned and allowed to fall by his sides, the arms rolled up past his elbows.

But his cock, it was a monster. Easily 8 inches, and on such a short guy it looked even bigger. The best thing was though, that he was totally shaved. Not a whisp of hair anyway, his balls hanging loosely in smooth skin, his cock totally bare, his pubes gone, and his chest bare as my own at that age.

He hadn’t seen me at first but as soon as my fist was pumping my cock he caught on and we were trading views of each other’s goods, him jacking off over my fat 7 inches, me over his 8.

He was a horny fucker and was soon on the floor, his cock under the wall for me to handle at will.

I was soon dragging that foreskin up and down his shaft, milking his dick until drop of precum were lubing him up and getting my hand sticky. He wasn’t loud like Ali but somehow I just knew he was into this in a big way.

I wanted to throat that cock, feel that fat dick throbbing in my mouth, and taste his precum on my tongue. This was a real man.

But suddenly he pulled away.

I expected maybe he’d put a hand under once he’d adjusted position, or maybe his mouth would appear and I’d face fuck him until I filled up his mouth with my teenage load, but no.

I waited for a few seconds and heard some shuffling, and then suddenly, to my surprise, his ass was pushed up against the space. His whole ass. He must have had his feet pressed up on the wall and his back laid on the floor to achieve that position, but his intent was clear; He wanted my dick.

I was a bit taken a back, this was new and extremely risky. But his ass was muscled and smooth, white as the rest of him and not a hint of a single hair anywhere.

I ran my finger along his hole and pushed slightly and felt perfectly dry soft skin. I wanted to do this.

I grabbed my dick and spit into my hand, ignoring all the safe sex advice I knew, and lubed up my cock, making sure the head was nice and wet. I spat more into my hand and did the same with his smooth asshole.

I raised myself up on to my knees and leaned against the wall with one hand, using the other to guide my cock against his eager hole.

As the tip of my dick hit home I remember being a little underwhelmed, surely it was meant to feel better than this? But I kept on going, pushing past until the head was disappearing inside this anonymous arse, I thrust forwardly slowy and kept shoving, kept pushing, totally underwhelmed and then…then his muscles relaxed and my cock head was all the way in and I was in heaven.

My cock was throbbing and jolting like mad and I could feel my balls already tightening to shoot. I had to stop a minute to stop myself from getting too excited.

After what seemed like minutes, I started to push down again, feeling more and more of my dick bury itself in his incredibly tight arse until I felt my pelvis hit his arse and I was balls deep in him. All 7 inches of my dick inside him. I took a moment to enjoy the feeling, the heat and the fantastic sensation of my cock totally enveloped in this muscles stud.

I pulled out a little, my cock crying out betrayal, and then rammed it home. It was bliss.

I started to thrust, my arse working to get my dick in and out in short fast strokes, whilst my balls slapped loudly against him. The wall was shaking between us as I fucked him, and I could feel my own load churning in my nuts.

It was an awkward fuck but I was into it, I was going to shoot inside him. He was moaning, and I hoped he was wanking that giant monster of a cock on the other side of the wall.

My cock pushed down for the last time and I felt my balls send everything they had up my thick shaft, and I started to pump him full of cum, still fucking him over and over as I did, until I slumped forward sweaty and overly sensitive.

I pulled out, a little of my cum following me.

He managed, after some time, to shuffle back into an acceptable position. When I looked through the peephole I could see his load running in riverts down his muscles, and even after cumming, I still wanted to run my tongue through it.

After that I quickly got myself together and finished shopping in the store.

  j'avais encore envie après que tout soit fini