Noob

I was getting on the bus on my way to work when I got pinged.

First message: his cock photo.

At that time, I was amazed.

Probably around 6, it has a consistent thinness from base to head. He's cut.
He told me to meet him at the Department Store, third floor men's restroom.

"Power walk" would be a right term to how I got there.

When I got into the restroom, I was in front of the middle bathroom stall, thinking that we'd both see each other and fuck there. It took me a while to figure out what this scene meant.

So, I took the handicapped stall and put some toilet seat paper liners on the seat and waited for whatever. Then he lowers himself to the partition and slid his cock under it.

Oh, so that's how it works.

I immediately prostrated myself on the restroom floor, not caring for cleanliness, I'm sucking cock. I put the whole thing in my mouth, it fits comfortably in there sitting at the back of my throat, poking a bit on my gag reflexes.

We traded blowjobs and played red-light-jump-squat-green-light-jump-squat with the people who actually need to use the restroom. At one point, he puts his finger up my ass.

Three times, I jumped back and forth to the seat and floor. It was a comfortable jump because of the handicap stall. You can do calisthenics in there. Pure adrenaline and testosterone.

I ended up cumming by just sitting there in the sheer novelty of the experience. And shame, let's not forget that. I can't hold it in. A stream of white came out the slit, my head moist.

I apologized for cumming, thought thinking back, I wish I stayed there and let the other guy lap over my cum. And stick more of his fingers up my ass.

But no. I fucking apologized for cumming early.

When I left the stall, it seems he was preoccupied by another person at his right. Oh, this was a master.

Sex was still new and evil to me. Sex outside the bedroom was extremely a no-no, I was taught.

I went to work late.

Movie 1

The point of contact between Merman and I are a few: workplace and gym.

The best point of contact would be the movies.

We've watched a handful of movies so far, the first one was a gay documentary.

Probably because of miscommunication or whatever, he ended up rushing to the theater and almost missing the first seconds of the movie. He sat right next to me. It was unusually crowded.

This first movie would mark a religious habit that we do: touch hands and lean on each other.

He's so soft.

Sometimes, we'd entwine fingers. Caress each others wrist and arm.

"You'd probably be good in porn," he said.

"Yeah, whatever." I'm having a hard on.

I'm usually a little fidgety when it comes to anything, I'd either be moving my fingers, arms or legs, lean back and forward when I watch something, but since I'd like to prolong my contact with him, I stay still.I move the farthest leg from him to temper myself.

After the movie, we went into his car, so he can drop me off at the gym where I kept my stuff.

Somewhere at this point, he affirmed what he texted me earlier: He gets playful whenever he's with me.

I can see him being his sulky self at work. Apparently, his contact with me made him a decade younger. It made me feel nice that I can bring something joyful out of him.

We ended up showing each others cock in his car. We traded touches, and it feels great (of course, it's cock).

We never did anything because were in a well lit parking lot, and some people here and there are walking from the theater. I never expected anything physically sexual with him because I'm really enjoying myself. Also, if I went down and swallowed his cock, he might hate on me.

"I've never done something this wild. See, it's hard right now." He banged his cock-head on the steering wheel. "Ow."

I laughed.

He drove me to the gym, both our hands in each others thighs. We made out.

I'm happy with him too.

Slow

I met Merman at an app, and we hit it off smoothly.

I was feeling humorous at the time and I really had no agenda for sex or anything. I just thought he was an attractive guy and I'd like to get to know him more... and maybe get into his pants.

A bit taller than six feet and with a strong brow, would probably demonstrate the neanderthal ancestry of Caucasians. He's got amazingly striking blue eyes. Deep blue eyes, totally novel to my motherland sensibilities, I never get to see this much white people before, not to mention this beautiful fucker.

We messaged each other a lot and finally meet. It turns out we go to the same gym we work close to, so we met there.

I was running my mile on the treadmill and he was doing some chest things.

Then he ended up talking to me. I really don't know why people turn the gym into a hang-out place, it's a gym; you work out and you get it done. He was being cute and all that. For a six feet fucker, it's working.

I walked him to his car, which was street parked a few blocks away.

We were chatting; he was in the drivers seat and I was outside. It took me a while to realize, until he asked me, that I was meant to sit in the passengers side.

Sometimes, I get socially inept into things like this.

We talked about each other and our histories. Then we made out.

From that first meeting and the meetings after, I've come to know Merman as a sort of nervous type (from the way he talks about work and his asshole former boss and ex), who really likes the Asians and Latinos, he's a real mild kisser.

Soft, slow, and just pleasurable.

When we kiss, I'd flick my tongue out as if I was teasing him and he'd open his lips and we'd kiss deeper. His kisses aren't hungry or strong, they're very gentle.

One thing I noticed about Merman is about how innately soft he is. Very soft. His hands, his lips, his everything is so soft.

He dropped me off at the gym, we said our goodbyes.