Toby's Story

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.