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Gay Male / 61
The Best Time Never To Be Repeated
In graduate school part of my job was checking on the measurements every two hours, 24 hours a day. The lab was two blocks from my apartment so I was able to do the job. A block down was the local Waffle House where I went for supper two or three times a week. That night when things got out of hand a man, a truckdriver type sat beside me at the counter and propositioned me.
My first time, and only time, probably because I was skinny college kid. He offered 50 bucks which was half the rent at that time. He really did disgust me, and I had to get to the lab, but the 50 sounded so good. I'd been fucked and left to lick my wounds, I could do one for the money.
He agreed to go to the lab with me and let me take my measurements, and as soon as I was done he worked my jeans down and made love to my cock, the most delicious of my life. I was firm, hard, and he was in love. He knew just how to take me to the point of losing control, but stop just in time. Once and twice and a third time and then he kissed me with a passion I had never experienced and I started to ejaculate, upwards on his shirt and he just continued kissing me.
Somewhere here had dropped his pants and his cock stood out, my hand trembled as I held it, he continued kissing me, I wanted to put his cock in my mouth but he had other ideas. We were against the laboratory desk, I sat on it and laid beck, he got between my legs and pulled me to him where he penetrated me, nothing prepared me for the sheer ecstasy of the moment, I pulled on his neck I wanted him to kiss me but he was not in a position to do so.
After he had ejaculated he did let me love on his cock, give back to him the loving he had showed me. It came to an end and the 50 just felt bad in my hand. He left the lab, I was exhausted, tired and all I wanted to do was go get in my warm bed.
I put the fifty in the drawer with my socks and the fifty was there when I packed my things to move after graduation. I left the fifty in the empty drawer. I took the memory with me instead.
My first time, and only time, probably because I was skinny college kid. He offered 50 bucks which was half the rent at that time. He really did disgust me, and I had to get to the lab, but the 50 sounded so good. I'd been fucked and left to lick my wounds, I could do one for the money.
He agreed to go to the lab with me and let me take my measurements, and as soon as I was done he worked my jeans down and made love to my cock, the most delicious of my life. I was firm, hard, and he was in love. He knew just how to take me to the point of losing control, but stop just in time. Once and twice and a third time and then he kissed me with a passion I had never experienced and I started to ejaculate, upwards on his shirt and he just continued kissing me.
Somewhere here had dropped his pants and his cock stood out, my hand trembled as I held it, he continued kissing me, I wanted to put his cock in my mouth but he had other ideas. We were against the laboratory desk, I sat on it and laid beck, he got between my legs and pulled me to him where he penetrated me, nothing prepared me for the sheer ecstasy of the moment, I pulled on his neck I wanted him to kiss me but he was not in a position to do so.
After he had ejaculated he did let me love on his cock, give back to him the loving he had showed me. It came to an end and the 50 just felt bad in my hand. He left the lab, I was exhausted, tired and all I wanted to do was go get in my warm bed.
I put the fifty in the drawer with my socks and the fifty was there when I packed my things to move after graduation. I left the fifty in the empty drawer. I took the memory with me instead.
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