Gay story: My First time with a Stranger – Part 1: The Epiphany by Gary Bernard. This is the true story of my first and second time exploring sex with men. These two time both happened while I was in college when I was 19 and 20.
True Gay story: My First time with a Stranger – Part 1: The Epiphany
by Gary Bernard
Genres: True Story, Boy / Boy, First Time, Gay, Male Solo, Masturbation
Since the second time I haven’t done anything with another guy, though there are plenty of times – like while writing this story – when I desperately want to and I fantasize about it constantly.
It’s been about 5 years and I haven’t ever told anyone either of these stories, I just don’t want to be judged for it by people I know, I’m sure some of you can understand that, but I really want to get it off my chest and admit that I loved every second of it. This is part 1, just the very beginning. Enjoy, the other parts shouldn’t be posted too long after this one!
As I walked back into my dormitory after a long day of classes all I could think about was relieving my stress when I got back to my room. It had been a long week, tons of work from various classes piled onto each other – and my constant procrastination didn’t help – leaving me no free time whatsoever. Of course, first things first, I desperately needed a good cum.
I lumbered my way up the old dormitory stairs with paint chipping off the rails and old rusted pipes running up the walls. The building was built back in the 50’s and had no elevator as a result, usually I didn’t mind walking up the 3 flights of stairs, but I was just ready for the day to be over and was practically running. Finally I reached the third floor and made it to my room and walked through the door.
“Shit” I sighed audibly, but quietly enough to not be heard over the sound of the door closing behind me.
My roommate had come back to the room early. Usually he heads to the library after classes to do his work, but midterms were going on so the library was just too packed and loud for him to get any work done. He hadn’t heard my audible displeasure of his appearance in the room so he carried on at his desk, hardly even noticing that I had walked through the door.
His name was Kris and we weren’t particularly good friends, we were just slept in the same room and acted friendly toward each other whenever we were in the room together, which was rarely. Beyond exchanging basic information when we met at the beginning of the semester it was really like we were complete strangers, I knew practically nothing about him, I had even forgotten his name on a few occasions – I’m sure I wasn’t the only one.
Refusing to be denied my masturbation session I grabbed my shower supplies and a fresh set of clothes and headed off to the showers. I hated to jerk off in the showers, I always felt like I was making too much noise and would be caught, though I’m sure that there was no way I could be heard over the sound of the running water.
The showers were just a few doors down from my room, this was part of the reason I chose the room in the first place. I walked into the visibly dilapidated bathroom, they were cleaned everyday by the janitors but you couldn’t really tell by looking at it. There were two shower stalls side by side in the middle of the room with the toilet stalls on the other side. One of the showers was being used so I grabbed the one on the left side and latched the door shut behind me.
The two showers were only separated by a pretty thin old wall with holes where screws used to be. Most of the holes did not make it all the way through to the other side, but one just over the little bench where you place your things did. I had noticed this hole quite a long time ago, I had thought it was somewhat odd that nobody ever repaired it until I had taken a shower in the other stall, from the other stall the hole was very small, not completely unnoticeable but small enough to miss it if you aren’t looking for it.
I had always had the inkling that I was bisexual, though I wouldn’t dare admit it, not where I’m from anyway. But on occasion I’d watch gay porn and enjoy the hell out of it, especially when they were in missionary position or one was riding cowboy. I turned on the shower head and took a seat on the stall bench, there I removed my clothes and turned on some gay porn while I slowed rubbed my dick.
I wasn’t in any hurry, I was intent on really enjoying it and not cumming too early. After about 2 or 3 minutes I heard the other shower head stop and the shower curtain open. I don’t know why I did, I never had before, but I just got a very strong urge to bend over and look through the hole. At this point I was so horny and ready to go I didn’t hesitate for a moment.
I bent over, rested my head where I had just been sitting, and lined up one eye with the hole while still stroking my dick. At first there was nothing but soon the man – and I do mean MAN – came into full view, his beautifully hairy body and cock were something to behold. I didn’t know the guy but I had seen him walking down the hallway on a few occasions.
Unconsciously my stroking cadence picked up as he was drying himself and rustled with his cock, it wasn’t long before the only thing stopping me from cumming was pure willpower. I felt like I could smell his dick as if it were right in my face, I couldn’t stop my mind from running wild with the idea – nor did i want to.
I imagined he knew I was watching and was putting on a little show just for my eyes only, then after deciding enough was enough, coming over and treating me to a real good time. But just as quickly as the show started, it ended, the man wrapped a towel around his waist, grabbed his things and walked out, completely oblivious to my wanting eyes.
I looked down and a couple strings of cum were resting on my right index finger. I had cum hardly even knowing it, I felt unsatisfied and continued to stroke as I climbed into the actual shower. I couldn’t get that man out of my head and fantasized about him until I came again only minutes later. Now I felt somewhat satisfied, enough to move about my day anyway.
I was no stranger to fantasizing about having sex with another man, but I had never actually done it. Back at home I would put out fake ads on craigslist just to get the rush of another man wanting me, lusting after me.
For a time that was adequate to get me by when paired with sex with girlfriends, but here at college that was no longer the case. I had no girlfriend and really there was no longer any reason to hold back. College is meant for experimentation and I want to experiment with another man.
I finished taking my shower, got dressed and headed back to my room. When I got there my roommate had left to who knows where but I was relieved to have to room to myself – though sort of happy that he had been here earlier or I would have never had my epiphany in the shower stall.