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....that would be M., the guy I met on the Boston Commons, when I was traveling there, right out of college. He was older, but we sat on the green, conversation was good and I ended up joining him in his nearby apartment for the rest of the afternoon. He was gentle but assertive and had my dick in his mouth - before I knew what was happening - for one incredible blow job. When he was ready for me to cum, he reached around to finger my hole ( think you already have that in your Luke book, Gabriel!). Can still feel his tongue lapping my hole! LOL!
How much older was he? Sounds like a lot of fun.
That would be the first barracks bunkmate in the military. I was a newbie, he had 3 stripes on me. I walked in the room and he was lying on his bunk with a porn mag, stroking his cock. He greeted me, told me to help myself to his stash and join him - or I could leave. I joined him. By the end of the week, I found him standing over me, watching me. I stood, after a minute or so, he reached over and grabbed my cock. I shot my load all over him, he returned the favor. A couple weeks later, he invited me to the weekly circle-jerks. Oh, yeah....
How long were you bunkmates?
Memory fades.....Bryn had to be blunt as a spoon the first time we met. There may have been passes but I'm afraid I was too dim to pick up on them but I do remember the day we met. Bryn dropped a few hints that first night on the beach that I missed so he got "direct". We were at a beach bonfire and Bryn decided the only place for him to sit was in front of me on the sand. He leaned back and when I went to move my legs he grabbed my ankles and slid himself back between my legs until he could lean back against me. He wrapped his arms around my legs and ran his hands all over my thighs telling me it was a preview of what could follow if I played my cards right. I was caught off guard. This tall sexy drink of water was making a move on me?! I couldn't believe it. I could barely breathe. Bryn half turned to face me, squeezed my cock and balls and told me that if I didn't take him home right then he was going to rip my dick from my shorts and rape me in front of the whole gang. He actually got on his knees and started to unzip my shorts. I don't remember how we said goodbye to everyone but we actually ran for my car. That was on the Friday night of a long weekend and he stayed until Sunday morning. The rest is history.
A nice weekend for sure!
It was so damned cute; and so damned frustrating. Here was this big, burly, sexy young bear and my signals were missing the mark. I had to "take the bull by the horn" so to speak...and he was a bull!
You roped your bull!
I RODE my bull! YEEEEEHAAAAW
I really enjoy these questions. For me, it was a neighbor who made a move on me. I know it sounds like some bad porn scenario, but that was it. He was squeezing his crotch and then grabbed my ass. Guess he noticed that I was boning up when he was feeling himself up. Blowjobs followed.
I wish I was visiting your neighborhood that day!