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Subject: {ASSM} (repost) Young Adventures in Gay Exploration - Chapter 3
Date: Thu, 26 Jun 2003 05:10:06 -0400
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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
would be greatly helpful. Please, if you must enter a description for the
transaction enter "donation." My stories are free, and as such, I am not
'selling' or 'charging' for them.

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 3: Will you be my buddy?

I had a wonderful first adventure with a glory hole that I will never forget
(Chapter 1), but I just wasn't able to financially support my adventures at
that location. As a full time student living on financial aid, I have to
keep my costs at a minimum and my time for studying at a maximum. The half
hour to 45-minute trip and a quarter of one-week worth of gas, that the trip
cost each direction was too much for me to continue on any kind of regular
basis.

Despite my having several fun adventures with Mister Green (Chapter 2), my
hunger for exploration and genuine contact was increasing. I was beginning
to gain confidence and began to question if I wanted a more "personal"
encounter.

As with my first adventure, I later came to be very thankful for the
experiences to follow these urges and desires. I hope you enjoy reading
about my adventures as much as I enjoyed having them. ;)

I now knew I loved to play with cock. That was obvious when I had fun on my
first adventure out. And I thank the gods every time I have another good
adventure. The question was now, how can I have more adventures that would
be closer to home? Something I could get to more quickly and hopefully at a
lower cost. A $3 entry fee, with the possibility of no one even being in the
booths, is a bit high of a cost to pay. At least, that's what I think.

So, where to roam? What new playground can I find? At first, all I could
turn to was the phonebook and prior knowledge of my area. I tried an adult
video store about 15 minutes south of where I lived. No luck there, not a
single glory hole or signs that there ever were any.

As I write this chapter, I've forgotten how I came across it, but I found a
web page that was a free place for people to post. This site has
classifieds, so I decided to take a look around at their 'men for men'
section. Someone notified me of something I'd never heard of before, "buddy
booths."

For those who don't know what 'buddy booths' are, they are 2 adjoining video
booths with a 'glass' between them. This 'glass' varies in material.
Sometimes it is actual glass, which clears very well, and sometimes it is a
plastic that doesn't clear so well. When the booths have no money, this
'glass' is 'fogged' so you can't see through it. However, when both booths
have money and both parties agree by pushing a 'clear window' button, the
window between the booths will clear, and you can watch your playmate in the
next booth.

The idea of this seemed a pretty big turn-on to me. Someone could watch me
masturbate myself, as dirty or nice as I liked, and I could watch him doing
the same. I was saddened by the thought that there would be no contact, but
I wasn't ready for a lot of contact. So these buddy booths sounded like they
would give me freedom to show off however I like, while giving me the
security that I wouldn't have to worry about catching anything from my
playmate, std, common cold, or otherwise.

I decided I was going to put on quite the show for whoever was my playmate.
The reality of the 'buddy booths' didn't quite live up to my fantasy. I
learned a few things pretty quickly when I started visiting the booths.

On the fun side, I learned I really enjoy showing off to an appreciative
party. I mean really enjoy it. If I were a girl, I'd probably see if I could
get into some kind of part time stripping job. Why don't I you ask? Well, in
a boy's body I just lack the confidence. I'm fairly uncoordinated with
dancing and, well, read on and maybe you will understand.

The reason I really enjoyed showing off is the reaction in my playmate. I
have always been more able to tell what people are thinking or feeling by
looking at them. The little smile, the way their eyes move, their breathing
patterns, the way they move, the slight relaxation in their body. I've
always had a pretty easy time at picking up the body language of when
someone was comfortable and enjoying things.

When I would visit the booths, I would always take my time before putting in
my money and clearing the window. I would take off my shirt, pants, and
underwear, placing them neatly on the chair. I would set out my lube and
money on top of them. This would leave a clear view for my playmate to see
my naked body. (Naked save for my shoes and socks that would not be seen.)

After stripping naked, my shaved head, nearly bare chest, shaved pubes,
smooth shaven cock and balls, would all be easily viewable by my playmate in
the next booth. I can't tell you in words appropriately how much of a thrill
it is to see people react to seeing you. But I will, of course, try. ;)

There was one particularly thrilling booth adventure I had. And this is the
one I will tell.

I had gone to the booths after thinking about visiting all day. Although my
days of being embarrassed at school for having a 'boner' were long gone, I
certainly wasn't announcing to my classes the times I got hard thinking
about what I'd be doing later that day.

By the time I finished the short 10-minute drive to the booths from my home,
my cock was already fairly hard, trying to bust through my underwear and
pants. I tried to calm myself down by moving slowly after I got in the booth
and locked the door behind me. I stripped off my shirt slowly, looking at my
nearly bare chest, slowly caressing my pecks, slowly caressing my tummy,
again promising myself some day I'd get rid of this extra 15 or so pounds,
getting down to 160 again (at 5'10" tall) and get it to a nice tight 6 pack.

The thought of how the lube will make my chest glisten made my cock desire
immediate release. I took off my shoes and gave my cock what it wanted. I
let out my now fully erect cock, stripping off my pants and underwear as
quick as I could. I gave my full 7" x2" thick cock a slow few strokes with
quivering breath before getting ready for my show. I placed my folded pants
on the chair after putting my shoes back on.

The thought of stomping around in spent cum is nice, I just didn't trust the
world enough to do that. I do sometimes have bukkake fantasies, thoughts of
dozens of guys drowning me in hot fresh cum while they watch my naked
body... *sigh*... cold and on the floor, well that's a different story.

Tossing my shirt over the back of the chair, I was nearly ready. Taking the
lube and money out of my pants pocket, setting them on top of the pants, my
naked body fully in view, my raging hard-on already waiting, I was ready.

I put a dollar in the machine and pushed the 'clear window' button. I had
heard a playmate come in and put in his money while I was undressing. At
this point I hadn't really looked at my playmate, I was eager to start my
show for him. I grabbed up my lube in one hand, placing my cock in the
other. I took a quick peek up to see what he looked like, and smiled.

He was young, as young as me, which is rare in the booths. He had on a
backwards baseball cap and a somewhat rumpled jacket. But I could tell by
the tight shirt underneath it, he was muscled underneath his close. He had
on baggy pants, but it wasn't the light blue color I was interested in. It
wasn't their style I was interested in. It was his cock underneath, that
cock he was already stroking through his pants with his forearm, that's what
I wanted to see. Let me see your hot hard cock. I glanced back up to see
that his face was clean-shaven, and caught a glimpse of the biggest smile
I've ever seen on a guy. It was obvious by his eyes he was looking at me and
enjoying what he saw.

I blushed, shyly looking away down to my hard cock, and poured a generously
thick line of lube from the base of my cock all the way down onto the tip. I
knew I'd need a lot. I was definitely going to enjoy this show. Maybe I even
poured a little too much, as it started to trickle around the tip and fall
back to slip between my fingers. Closing the lube and tossing it onto my
pants, I moved my arm out of view's way and leaned back flat against the
wall behind me so my playmate could enjoy seeing me fully.

There I was for him, naked, body standing erect against the cold plywood
wall, cock erect and glistening with my hand now slowly working the lube
around. I was reminded of when I was younger. When I would sneak around and
try to peek at neighbors. My body was warm, rapidly approaching hot thanks
to my playmate's very obvious appreciation, and the coolness of the air and
the wood behind me served to ground me back in reality. This was no fantasy.
This was no porn I was watching. This was a real boy, one who obviously very
much enjoyed seeing me. One who was getting up and slowly taking off his
jacket as he watched me there, naked, slowly stroking my cock up and down,
slowly fondling my left side with my free hand. Slowly putting on the show I
wish I could have given the neighbors. That show that I still feel the
excitement of being caught for putting on. But this playmate had caught me.
In fact, he was enjoying every second of it.

I glanced down at my cock and saw how beautiful it is, how beautiful I am,
by the light of the video. The light that danced off my cock like one of
those disco balls. He still had that amazing grin, never taking his eyes off
my body and my cock for a single second as he finished taking off his coat
and was now starting to take off his pants.

I thought to myself, this must be what it feels like to be a 'giddy
schoolgirl.' His eyes looking me up and down caused my heart to race. It
made me feel self-conscious, and the self-doubt would come back now and
then. But I wonder if he could tell, because his eyes seemed to answer my
doubts, telling me I had nothing to worry about. His eyes and smile seemed
to whisper to me on hot breath that tickled my ear, that I was beautiful,
handsome, and hot, an incredible sexual object with a big delicious cock he
wanted to do things to.

When he had taken his pants and underwear off, it was obvious he was no
slouch. He was built just the way I like them, just a little bit of muscle
and definition, but not too much. He quickly took off his shirt and was just
as naked as I. He was smooth as a newborn baby. I don't know if he shaved
all his hair, or if it was just very short and I couldn't see it by the
light of the video screen. But from what I saw, he was smooth enough to lick
all the way up from his toes to his nose and you wouldn't bump into a single
hair. His fully erect cock was as smooth, soft, and inviting looking as
mine.

He settled back down into his chair, while I still lay flat against the
wall. Trying to stand was becoming more difficult with all the weakening in
my knees under his gaze. But just as much as that gaze and smile were
weakening my knees, they were stiffening my cock, causing my heat to start
to flow off of me in waves. And it was feeding my need to cum.

He looked so satisfied there, leaning back in his chair, slowly stroking his
cock for me to see and enjoy. My smile must have gotten as big as his
because his got even bigger. There have only been a few times in my life
when I thought someone smiled 'from ear to ear' and this was one. Although I
know he was already really enjoying my show, lapping up every luscious drop,
I wanted to give him more. I picked back up the tube of lube and dripped
some out along my chest and even more along my already lube soaked cock.

I moved off the wall to get closer to the window and started rocking back
and forth with each stroke, my cock had to have more involvement. I started
to slowly caress the lube over my chest and nipples, making my chest just as
shiny as my cock.

I could tell he enjoyed that. His position in the chair relaxed, maybe even
due to my making his knees weak, they were shaking a little as he watched
me. His smile softened as his eyes focused a little more on just my cock and
my chest, his stroking speeding up in pace.

We stayed just like that. Him sitting/laying in his chair stroking his cock.
Me as close to the window as I could get, stroking my cock soaked in lube,
squishing with every stroke, as my ass and knees rocked back and forth with
each stroke.

Despite how quivery my knees were, despite how quick my breathing pace was,
this was a rare and delicious looking boy. He was getting me very excited
and I didn't want to waste it. And I could tell he didn't either. Our eyes
took in as much of each other as we could, meeting and lingering for brief
moments when they met.

It was almost as if we were talking to each other. Our own secret language
of stroking. Whispering on hot breath, with a feather light brush against
the other's ear, 'Just a little faster now, just a little more thrusting
now, yes that's it, mmm, delicious.' It seemed as if we were ice creams and
we were loving every lick of each other. And when we would get each other
too excited, we would meet our eyes as if to pet the others head gently to
calm them down. It was obvious we both felt the other rare and special and
wanted to make this last as long as we could.

It must have only lasted a few minutes, but it felt like an eternity. Me
there, heat flying off of me, where I could feel the cold of the booth and
the heat of my body creating a small current just along my hairs, making
them stand up as straight as my cock. My knees shaking, but my cock using
that shaking to thrust back and forth as I squished in and out of my hand.
His pushing up and down just off of his chair as he fucked his hand. Fucking
his hand faster and faster as he watched me thrust and quiver faster and
faster.

I could tell he couldn't keep control anymore and just like we had calmed
each other down with a look, I gave him a new look and a small nuzzle motion
that signaled it was ok for him to let loose. He didn't speed up much, as I
sometimes do when I get close to cumming, but I could tell from the
twitching of his near 6 pack abs that he was about to cum. I started to let
go and jerk as fast as I could to keep up with him.

He beat me, but it was ok, it was wonderful to see. He spewed all over his
hand and down one leg. But he kept going for a few more strokes, the mess
squishing around nicely in his hand. I was behind a little and his smile was
just as big as it had ever been, so despite how hot I was, I tried to slow
down some more. It was obvious he drank up every look he could get of me and
I loved the attention and how it very obviously made him feel.

Eventually I couldn't hold back either. I was shaking so hard I thought I
was going to fall. Jerking and jerking for him, looking at him watching me
with his big smile. Watching his satisfied cock relax obviously very
satisfied in his cum soaked hand. I let loose all over the window. One, two,
three, four, even five and six spurts onto the glass. When I'm alone I
normally only spurt about four times, but not when I'm excited. And this day
I was very excited. They hit hard and dripped slowly down the window between
us. I stroked my cock slowly a few more times, to be sure every drop of cum
had been drained out of me for him to see.

We sat there for a minute. Just looking at each other, both with grins that
would be obvious to anyone who knew what sex was that we had both been fully
satisfied. Looking at the others satisfied cock, looking at our playmates
naked body, looking into each other's eyes and smiling. After a minute he
started to get up and his booth shut the window down, blocking our view of
one another.

I could hear him getting dressed, but I had a tougher time. I sank onto the
window as my knees buckled under me. It wasn't just the excitement, but also
the sheer happiness at cumming so hard. They were tired. I took a few deep
breaths to try and calm myself back down, hoping oxygen would help sturdy
them up. I heard him leave the booth by the time I had settled myself enough
to wipe up and get my pants on. I thought to myself, 'oh well, a delicious
and extremely memorable adventure I will never forget.' I took a little time
getting my shirt back on and putting my things away in my pants.

I got out of the booth and to my surprise there was my playmate, waiting in
the small hallway. I must have flushed a bright red when I passed by him,
still wearing his huge and satisfied smile. He moved a little closer as I
passed and gave me a pat / hug as I walked by, nodding my way.

I was so complimented, so appreciated, so immediately horny thinking how
satisfied I'd made him, and yet felt so embarrassed that I could do all that
I didn't know if I could have stopped had he done more than his half hug and
nod. But, just like when we were seeming to talk to each other without words
when we were naked in the booths, we both seemed to understand the boundary
of the glass between us and to not cross that boundary.

Sometimes I wish there had been more to this adventure than just what
happened. But each adventure has taught me an important lesson about myself,
in addition to being a sexually arousing adventure in the gay world that I
will never forget.

On a sad note, what I learned from this adventure was that in order for me
to be interested in someone, really interested, I need there to be some kind
of attraction. Yes, I rapidly discovered during this adventure I have a
'type' of guy I'm attracted to, just as I have always known what 'types' of
girls I was attracted to. I pretty much already knew this before any of my
adventures that I've written about, having watched many many porn videos.
But with the adventures in the buddy booths, I confirmed those thoughts.

Thanks to this playmate, this adventure taught me that I love the pleasure
and happiness I give a playmate, whether that be by my touch, or simply by
my being me. I feed on attention and appreciation of my body, a body I don't
feel all that comfortable showing off normally. I feed on attention and
appreciation of what I do with my body and the skill and attention I do it
with.

When someone can see my whole body. When someone sees me as a sexual object.
When I can see their appreciation in their smile, their movement, their
swollen cock, which soon has cum spewing out from it, I feel a thrill in my
whole body. I feel a thumping in my heart. I feel my ragingly hard cock. I
feel complete and satisfied.

Most of all, I feel that I matter and that I'm important.

This story taught me that it will be difficult to find an adventure that is
all things for me. But that if I want to experience these feelings every
time, all I need is a playmates cock.

All I need from a guy, when I want these feelings, is a hot hard happy cock.
It can be mine, or it can be his. But to win every time, it's all about the
cock.

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