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Subject: {ASSM} Young Adventures in Gay Exploration: Chapter 1
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Young Adventures in Gay Exploration

By: erotic alex steel

(version date June '03)


Welcome to my stories about my exploration and adventures in the gay world!

These stories are designed for an adult reader and contain explicit
material. If it is not legal for you to receive, distribute, or view such
material it is your obligation to not take part in it.

My intent in telling these stories are to please and titillate your
imagination, and to help you enjoy touching whatever hot, moist, tasty,
sexual parts you feel like touching while reading my stories or engaging in
your own fantasies or other activities.

Feel free to copy, distribute, or post, these stories wherever you like.

(I only ask that you do so in the entire format you received them. Please
don't edit or change them.) Remember, by doing so you are taking
responsibility for the legality of your actions. Although 'erotic alex
steel' allows his stories to be freely distributed, it is the responsibility
of those distributing to follow the rules, laws and regulations within their
city, county, state and country in regards to adult material.

There are several stories, which will be posted in individual chapters, as
each chapter has a different type of story or theme. This will make it
easier to find for those only looking for that kind of story.

A version date appears at the top of the story. It is important to include
this, as the story may change and evolve over time as I have more adventures
(or re-tune older sections as my writing changes or improves.)

I am currently a full time college student and if you would like to help
support me (and possibly inspire or support future adventures ;) ) I would
love any donations you may feel appropriate. Even such small donations at $1
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Send your donations to eroticalexsteel@hotmail.com.

Enjoy

~erotic alex steel


Chapter 1: Finding glory

Chapter 2: Meeting with Mister Green

Chapter 3: Will you be my buddy?

Chapter 4: Blowing my mind

Chapter 5: Blowing his mind (cumming soon)


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Chapter 1: Finding glory

It was the summer and nearing my birthday. I had been single for several
years, so it had been quite a long time since I had any reason to celebrate
my birthday, let alone anyone to celebrate it with. School had been out for
a month and I was starting to get pretty bored since I didn't have a job.
With nothing to do all day but watch TV, I usually wound up watching, what I
will refer to as 'the naughty channel,' at some point during my days.

I had been alone for so many years I was beginning to wonder if there would
ever again be anyone to replace my own hand. The hand that always wound up
slowly stroking my cock through my pants or diving into the pants to slowly
tease it. It didn't matter what I was watching, naughty channel or not, my
cock wanted attention. With no fellow students around to distract the
lingering hunger for bodies to look at, my cock was constantly aching for
more and more. I'm sure you are all familiar with how little is actually
shown on that certain channel and how easy it is to watch it and feel like
your not really getting 'enough.'

My cock wanted more, demanded more. My own hand, my own pleasures, and my
options, were no longer enough. I had to think up something bigger,
something better.

When I was a young teenager, I used to know someone in Redwood City. There
is a bookstore there, an adult bookstore, that was, and probably still is, a
national landmark. A friend I used to know that lived around there had used
it before, mentioning that he had done his own exploring some years ago. So
I wondered. Would there be such adventures waiting out there for me in the
bi and gay world? Could I be so lucky as to find a glory hole? Do any exist
here? Would I ever want more than just a cock? Would I ever play with
another boy?

My wondering the answers to these questions was only the first steps on my
young adventures in exploring the gay world that lay around me for the
taking (or being taken ;) ).

With no previous knowledge of what to expect, other than a memory that dated
back to my high school days, I fantasized about what I might like to happen.
I had recently started appreciating how beautiful my own cock is. After all,
on that naughty channel cock is really about all you can ever see, so lately
I had seen a lot of material to compare to. I would see other young guys,
shaved pubes and shaved smooth cock like mine. I thought to myself that the
clean shaven guys with just a little bit of muscle, sweat just barely
glistening off their chest as they do whatever it is they are doing at the
moment was the kind of guy I'd like to have an adventure with.

Of late, I'd often find myself fantasizing while watching a particularly
good scene. I'd watch, as the girl's head bounced up and down along the
guy's hard shaft. When I was younger, I could suck my own cock without
trouble, so I could recall how nice it feels to slide my mouth along my
cock. Sucking and licking my tongue around in little circles on the head of
my cock always would make more than enough sweet hot saliva to slip my cock
in and out of my mouth. I would always love when just a little saliva would
trickle out, running down along my cheek, or down along my shaft to trickle
down and around my balls, gently tickling my ass hole at the bottom,
depending on which way I was pleasing myself.

But I would watch these scenes and fantasize. Ones where the girl's head is
bouncing up and down, where the guy's cock is getting wetter with each
stroke, glistening with her saliva. I wondered, I used to enjoy pleasing
myself like that. I wondered, as I would look down at my own cock glistening
with my saliva I was using for lube. I wondered, as I slowly stroked,
watching what was on the screen. I wondered, would I enjoy stroking someone
else's cock as much as I enjoy stroking my own? I thought, how nice it might
be to trade places with that girl on the screen, to be the one sucking on
that cock with wild abandon.

Especially if that girl was sucking on a nice big cock, while another filled
her pussy and pumped her from behind. I'd always wondered, if I had been a
girl instead of a boy, would I be a dirty little girl? Would I enjoy the
reality of having a cock fill my pussy, my ass, my mouth, and have one in
each hand, as much as the fantasy of such turns me on? Would it be that much
different in my boy body, with a cock up my ass, in my mouth, one in each
hand, and someone pleasing my cock, as I pleased theirs? Would I be able to
stand that much pleasure at once? Or would I just be able to lie there and
be used by all the cocks around me and enjoy having every hole filled?

It's a fantasy I sometimes think about, and one I have to put away for a
time when I've gained more confidence and bravery. Every now and then I
think, maybe this is an adventure yet to cum.

So, one day during that summer I decided to find out if I would enjoy cock.
I didn't know anything about glory holes, other than the fact that they
supposedly existed. It took me some effort. But, nervous, excited, and
already semi-hard thinking about it, I designed some notes, just in case I
found such a hole. These little notes said something like, "give me your
cock. i want to make you cum." I had printed a few of these, just in case. I
gathered up a few rubber gloves, because with all the risks these days a
playmate can't be too careful with someone he doesn't know. I stuffed my
lube down into my shorts. With what I was thinking and feeling, the 4oz tube
was about the same size as my rapidly stiffening cock. At full size, my 7
inch by nearly 2 inch thick cock would easily outsize it. I knew I didn't
want to drive around fully erect, it would feel a bit awkward walking into a
store like that. I got in my car and set out to find that bookstore I had
known of to see what fun I could stir up.

Driving in my car along the way, thoughts of what may cum filled my head.
This was not my first step into the gay world at all, but it was my first
that I would actually participate in. I had been to Folsom Street fair
before, though only once. I was a part of a local community that crossed
with the gay community, so I was more than familiar with gay and lesbian
people. But this would be the first time I actually sought out actual
contact, longed for the contact, wondered how nice it would feel to have my
cock fondled by someone else and how interesting I would find it to stroke a
strangers cock, and see him cum all over my gloved hand.

Would I find someone to play with me? Would they read the note and happily
surrender their cock to my waiting hand? Would they leave the booth after
reading it? Could they read it? (There are a lot of non-English speakers in
Redwood City.) Would they turn me in to the management, being upset, and
kick me out, or worse, arrest me for doing something illegal? Was it
illegal?

At the time, I didn't know if it was illegal. It still amazes me how
pleasing yourself or others can be illegal in any way. I understand the
health reasons. I understand the safety reasons (STDs, etc.). But to say
pleasure with consenting adult strangers is outright illegal in a
semi-private place? That I don't think I'll ever understand.

With quivering breath and hands I found it difficult to drive. I didn't
remember exactly where the store was, so I exited the freeway when I knew it
would be too early. I found the main street in the area, El Camino, where I
knew the store was located and continued driving the direction I thought it
was.

Some parts of the area had changed so much since I was last passing through
here. Some parts I remembered exactly where they were; fast food
restaurants, the school I knew the adult bookstore was near, but some parts
were totally unfamiliar. Small strip malls had been completely built where
there were other buildings I remembered. I don't remember what those
buildings were, but I knew it wasn't this new strip mall with all these up
and coming trendy stores.

I was beginning to give up hope. My nerves were starting to calm, I was no
longer worried about shaking so much my hands would shake the steering wheel
into a car in another lane. My cock had started to go limp again, and my
mind was wandering more with the music on my radio, than it had been with
fantasies of cocks filling my hands or mouth.

"It's been nearly forty-five minutes just to get this far," I thought to
myself. "I'll give it just a few more bocks and then I'll give up and try
and find another adult shop in a phone book at home," I said to myself with
a heavy sigh.

That's when I spotted it, but it wasn't the same shop. This shop wasn't in
the middle of a small strip mall, like I remember the shop being. This shop
was on it's own little corner area, with it's own surrounding parking lot.
"Well," I thought to myself, "it may be the strip mall was removed and this
shop is the shop, and it's all that remains." I pulled into the shopping
area just past the store, I had missed its driveway, and pulled around back
to where the store was.

My nervousness rapidly came back. I could barely hold my hands steady enough
to park. I pulled in backwards, so I could get away quickly after the
experience. I wouldn't know how to handle a satisfied, or worse, an upset,
'customer' as it were face to face. With shaking hands, I placed my glasses
on the dashboard. "Minimal stuff, I don't need this extra stuff if I'm going
to jerk someone and myself off," I told myself, as I placed my cell phone in
the glove compartment. I took a 10 from my wallet, about the most I can ever
afford to carry around with me, grabbed my notes, and placed my wallet in
the glove compartment with the cell phone locking them both up tight.

I sat there, quivering, cock swelling and dropping all at once. With heavy
breaths I asked myself, "Is this really what you want? Is this what I'm
looking for?" I looked at the ten-dollar bill in my hand, looked at my
little 'give me your cock' notes and answered myself, "All or nothing. You
knew you wouldn't do it without the notes. You have the time, you have the
cash, you have the lube, and you have the glove. All your missing is the
cock." I drew a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves, "It's an experiment.
Good or bad, try to have, and try to give, a good time. If you can do that,
the experiment won't fail and it will always be something to look back on as
a good experience." With a deep breath as my answer to myself, reassuring
myself, I stepped out of the car and pocketed the cash and notes, closing
the door behind me and placing my keys deep in a pocket so they would be
silent.

I walked into the little shop. It was tiny. This was definitely not the
adult shop I remembered from my youth. But, it seemed like a different
location, maybe it's simply changed. Maybe it's just been moved.

The attendant greeted me warmly. I saw the sign that showed you needed a $3
minimum buy-in on coupons. So I asked if the machines just ran on coupons,
or if regular cash was ok. The attendant responded that regular cash worked
ok too, but I had to buy at least $3 in coupons. I decided to go ahead and
split it, and took $5 in coupons and the rest in regular ones.

My heart was pounding. It felt like it was going to beat it's way out of my
light gray tank top. I felt as if the attendant and the one or two shop
customers browsing the toys could somehow see right through my tank top,
right through my shorts, right through my underwear, to see my shaven
semi-erect cock. The thought of it excited me and made me nervous, as did
this whole adventure. But, with the exchange of the money, the deed was
done. I was on my way to wonderland.

I passed behind the counter, to the always darker, back booth area. They
were especially dark, having only one bank of video booths along one wall,
and only a few lights in the hallway. My lucky number has always been 7, I
guess it is for a lot of people, and there were 7 booths, with a fire exit
beyond that, the light peeked in through the bottom and the sound of rushing
traffic outside was audible. The moaning that was coming from booth 6 or 7
was partly drowning the traffic out. Though, I couldn't tell which booth it
was. I waited outside their doors, pretending to be waiting for booth 7. The
excuses of what to say ran through my head should I be challenged by the
attendant for 'loitering.' But I wasn't too worried, as he was on the other
side of the video booth wall. He would have to exit his area and come around
the booth side in order to see me, a complete 360 degree trip.

It was then, after a few minutes of listening to the moaning, thinking that
could be me and my stranger friend in few moments, that I noticed it. There
was a video camera watching the small hallway at the opposite end of the
hall from where I was standing. Well, that makes sense, you would want a
video camera to watch the hall, and watch the fire door. "Well, shit," I
thought to myself, "I'm going to have to move. I can't loiter here too long,
or the chances are he will come back and say something and I don't want to
be kicked out and have to surrender another $3 to get back in."

Looking around, I noticed that one booth was running, with the door open
just a touch. I casually passed by, appearing to inspect the booths for
cleanliness. To my surprise, the booth was actually empty. I dove in and
locked the door behind me. My nerves were unsettled, but my cock was sure of
itself, it wanted attention. I grew harder and unzipped my pants and gave my
cock a little of what it wanted to calm myself down. I stuffed my hand down
my underwear, and slowly folded my hand open and closed, which gently rubbed
the tip and upper section of the shaft. I turned down the booth sound to the
point where I could just barely hear it, anything less and my nerves would
win, I'd loose my hard on, and I'd be driving myself home.

When I was younger, I was quite the peeping tom. Very early in life, as
early as I could climb out my window without being detected, I had started
sneaking out into the night in hopes of catching neighbors and seeing them
undressed, or more. Through these formative years I learned a great deal
about light, shadow and attention. I didn't have to focus much on the two in
the booths, as their moans gave away the fact that they were occupied. But
when they quieted down, I would look to the bottom of my booth, to see if
the light reflections changed in any way. Such a change would indicate one
of them had left, their steps momentarily blocking the light from the
outside, and I would shortly thereafter see their shoes pass by, confirming
someone was leaving.

A minute flew by, then two, then 10, then maybe more, I had no watch so I
couldn't tell, but it felt like an eternity. My cock was at the point where
it needed to be stroked to climax, or... or what... it was loosing interest,
I was loosing interest. I was alone. Sure, I had different porn that normal
playing in front of me, but alone nonetheless, the same thing that's
happened countless nights and days at home. Apparently, this video booth was
broken, it either wasn't going to stop, or someone had fed the machine far
too much money. This booth, with no holes, was a dead end. I had to leave
the booth. Pulling my hand out from my underwear, zipping up my pants, I
left the booth the way I found it, like me, playing with itself, alone.

I decided to investigate the other booths. 1 and 2 had no holes, but signs
there had been holes covered up. Well, was that recently, was it long ago, I
couldn't tell. 3 I had already known, intimately. Moving on to 4 and 5, more
of the same, the walls showed signs of boarding up of the holes. Sadly, 6
and 7 were still occupied, but at much quieter tones. It sounded like one of
them, maybe both, were nearing time to leave. So I decided to wait. But not
long, I was getting tired, it was getting harder to keep my interest and
cock elevated. I was beginning to think the fantasy would stay just a
fantasy.

But just then, he walked in. Young like me, thin, not striking, not really
attractive, but good looking. He seemed to be pretty similar to me. He
smiled at me, kind of nodded my way and kind of the booths way and asked,
"You waiting?" And I said, "Yeah," shyly blushing at him, then quickly
looking at the ground not knowing what to say if he said more.

I wasn't ready for a whole person. I wasn't ready to know his name, or
anything about him. I was interested in his cock, and nothing more. To feel
that hot meat in my hand or mouth. To watch him cum and hear him moan with
pleasure. Would he make a huge mess? Would he spray far? Would he dribble
out? Would it be a bright sticky white just like mine? How long could I
think about his cock and stand here? I decided again, just a few more
minutes.

Then it happened, one of the guys left my booth, # 7, I entered. As I
thought, this hole was still here. What was the guy in 6 doing? Was he
leaving? Was he staying? Would he be the one I play with for my first? I
decide to peek. I couldn't see much, but yikes. Gray hair, obviously a beer
belly under his bad looking unbuttoned 'Hawaiian tourist' print shirt. Well,
what did I expect, a porn star? He obviously wasn't perfect. And I was here
for cock. I stripped off my tank top, folding it neatly on the chair. I
placed my notes, my money, my lube, my glove, my napkins (ah the ritual of
visiting booths) all upon the monitor. I stripped off my shorts and
underwear, folding them onto my shirt. I took my things off the monitor,
placing them on my shorts so I wouldn't forget them, strapped on a glove and
inserted a few coupons.

My cock was happy to see me standing there, naked accept for my shoes. When
I see my shaved cock, all smooth and ready, my pubes shaved as short as can
be, I can't help but get excited. I lay my cock along my palm, wrapping my
fingers around the bottom and side, pulling back my thumb. The lube agreed
with how delicious my cock looked with a 'fbbbbpptt', squirting out a thin
line along the shaft, going all the way up from my head to trace along the
vein to stop at my pelvis. Letting out a shaky sigh, my thumb wrapped around
and started stroking in small circles, lubing up the tip, then slowly
started working it's way down and back up the shaft, allowing the lube
placed there to leek around and squish between my fingers, allowing my
entire hand to start to slowly stroke back and forth, effortlessly sliding
along its way.

"What was that?" My neighbor was leaving. Who would come in? My hand slowed
as I was unsure if I'd have company to play, to watch, or if I would be
alone again. Someone came in. They sat down. I pulled back out of view. My
heart was racing, racing again like it was in the parking lot. Ok, I had
company, again I asked myself if this was what I wanted. I peeked. The
neighbor was thin. He had a tattoo. He had his pants down, though I couldn't
see his cock. Was this the one I had met outside? I pulled back, wondering
if I was ready. I saw his finger peek in and out of the hole, at the time I
didn't know what that meant. Was I ready? Did I want that cock of his in my
hand or mouth?

My cock rapidly answered by swelling to my full 7" long and 2" thick,
without my lubed hand touching it. My right hand, barely able to keep
control with all my shaking, took up the note, took up the lube, and showed
both to the glory hole, held by a gloved hand.

I wondered if my neighbor could read it. I left it there in view for what
felt like an eternity. I had slowly started stroking my cock with my left
hand, the shaking had gotten down to my knees now. Slowly stroking, once,
twice, three times, four times, five times. I removed the note and took
another peek.

That's when I saw it. He had his cock all the way out, he was starting to
get up. His cock slowly slid in through the hole. It was nice. It looked
smooth. I wished I trusted the world enough to stroke him without the glove.
I let go of my own cock, I had to, it was his turn. I sprayed some lube into
my gloved hand. I knew just what he'd enjoy that would get him up to his
full hardness, I could tell he was only about half way there. In the palm of
my hand I ran his cock head around in little circles, the lube gently
gliding his head around. Working the part attached to my thumb, I could
gently squeeze his head as I made little circles.

He was starting to swell. My cock demanded my attention. I moved as close as
I could without laying my cock on top of his. Oh how I wanted to though. The
thought of my cock against his was nice, it looked like it would be just as
right as everything else I'd done before. But I knew I couldn't, I just
couldn't risk it. So I drew as close as I could, slowly starting to stroke
my cock after it's brief period of being ignored while I had admired my
neighbors cock. I slowly started to stroke his cock, my thumb tip touching
my fingers making a little ring around his shaft. Each stroke down his shaft
was matched by a stroke down my shaft. As he swelled to full, he filled my
hand nicely. He wasn't as thick as me, but then I hear I'm quite a bit above
average. The lube allowed my gloved hand to work his shaft effortlessly.

I could feel his veins through the glove, something I had always taken for
granted with myself. The head ridge, the veins, all the little wrinkles that
were so familiar to me, I found so interesting to feel on him.

I could barely hear him at all, I couldn't tell if the sound was coming from
his video or his own voice. I know I was starting to make some noise. I was
literally weak in the knees, glancing to my cock then glancing to his cock.
He felt so much harder than my own cock. But I knew that was just because I
was feeling someone else's meat, and not feeling my own meat I was so
familiar with. How different it is to feel someone else's cock and only feel
them. It was very unlike what my left hand was feeling stroking my own cock,
where both my hand and my cock are giving off sensations.

I could feel his heat emanating from his cock. I could feel his swelling as
he pulsed slightly harder or slightly softer, working my hand up and down
along his shaft, speeding up slightly when he felt more solid, slowing down
and teasing in circles around his head when he felt softer.

Each stroke of his shaft was a shaky breath of my own, and an aching cock
that got harder and harder with each stroke. I love to tease. I love to go
slowly. But I was too excited. I wanted more. I needed more. I wanted to see
his cock spray and hear him scream with pleasure. I wanted to see my cum
spray all over his cock.

Stroking, stroking, stroking, watching his cock glisten as the video light
danced off of his shaft. Looking down at my own cock, thinking to myself,
"That's another guy's cock in my hand. Look at that, cock, right next to you
is another guy's cock. You look similar and you look different." I could
feel his heat building, I could almost feel it on my cock. Stroking more and
more, stroking, stroking. I couldn't handle it anymore. My knees were
shaking so bad I was almost falling down. Leaning a little against the wall
between us for support, I started stroking to keep up with the shaking of my
knees. Stroking, myself faster and faster, stroking him as fast as I dare, I
didn't want to hurt him. Stroking faster, faster, my knees shaking, I could
barely stand, stroking faster and faster.

"Unnnnnggg unnnnnnggg uuh uuuh uuuh." I cried out as I came. I know for sure
he heard me. I didn't cum all over him, as I wanted, but all over the wall
and floor next to him. In those brief last seconds, although I know I'm
negative, I didn't want my friend to have to worry about catching anything.
Although I did doubt he would be able to tell the difference between more
lube and my cum.

My cum was dripping from my cock, I squeezed it out more and more with each
stroke. My legs had calmed, my knees more stable, I could stand quite a bit
easier now that I'd shot my load everywhere. But, what about my friend?
Surely he could have felt my hand slow in stroking, but I hadn't stopped. I
was still stroking his hot hard glistening cock, up and down up and down,
faster and faster. Fiddling with my cock, wondering if I would get hard
again, I kept stroking him, and kept stroking me. I wanted him to feel as
good as I had felt. My breathing had gotten back to almost normal again, my
legs had stopped shaking, my cock hadn't recovered to more than half hard,
I'd cum so hard I thought my heart would burst, as my cock did.

My friend finally started to wiggle. I wondered, "Is this it? Will I finally
get to see and feel another guy cum? Will I be able to feel him throbbing in
my hand just before, as I can with my own cock?" But apparently, it was not
to be. I would not have my answers. "Wait, where are you going?" I said to
myself as he slowly pulled out. "Did he cum?" I inspected the floor and my
gloved hand and saw nothing.

Was that it? Was he done? Was his money out? Had he cum? I didn't hear a
peep from his side that I could distinguish as his voice, opposed to the
video soundtrack. I waited for a few more strokes, my cock had rapidly lost
what half hardness I had in all the confusion. "I guess that was it." I
answered myself somewhat disappointedly.

I pulled off the spent glove, tossing it to the ground. I wiped my cum and
lube off of my own hand, and wiped my cock clean, leaving the paper towels
to be kept in place when I put on my underwear, just in case I'd missed
anything. Pulling on my underwear, shorts, and pulling my tank top over my
head. Then I saw it. He was slowly putting his half hard cock back through
the hole.

But it was too late. The fantasy was had and gone. Dreams of him screaming
with ecstasy along with me were shattered. Thoughts of cumming all over his
cock and seeing my juices flow along his shaft had been chickened out on.
Thoughts of seeing his cum all over my safely gloved hand while he sprayed
all over the wall were dashed with his withdrawal.

This adventure had come to a close. I left the booth watching his cock
waiting for more in the hole. My dreams and fantasies would have to be lived
out again, on another day. This day had ended. He withdrew for the climax.
My cock lay drained and satisfied in my shorts.

I left the store wondering. Would I ever see a booth playmate climax like I
had fantasized about that day?

This adventure had confirmed my thoughts. I like cock. I like the feel of it
in my hands and how I have the ability to bring that much pleasure to
someone, and how that pleasure is in my control.

It gave me the same rush I get from all the girls I'd been with. I left that
day wondering. Would there be other things I'd done with girls that I
enjoyed that I could do and enjoy with boys?

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