In my native country it was normal for me to be hit on by girls and guys. But getting to NZ it felt different.
I guess it may have been from the fact that I got here just before I hit puberty. I was a late bloomer however. Everyone got bigger and hairier earlier than I did. It seemed a lot earlier.
And I was left in awe whenever I saw someone else's penis. How much larger it was than mine. And manly looking. Mine in contrast was still pretty small.
I wasn't into boys though, which was weird because I was mesmerized by their members. And every time I caught a glimpse of some of the other boy's penis. I find myself thinking about it that night, and in the following days.
One time while changing in the cubicles in school, I was 15 and I had a funny urge to get up on the stool inside the cubicle and look over to the next cubicle. I knew the other guy beside me. His name was Michael. We weren't strictly good friends. We just played basketball together at lunch time, and had classes together. He was reasonably fit guy but wasn't good looking in the classic sense.
Once I got on the stool and popped my head over I saw him removing his boxers. I was amazed as to how big his cock was. It was uncircumcised and looked long and meaty. It looked heavy. My eyes where wide open. As he put on his clothes I got back into my cubicle quietly without him noticing. I stepped down from the stool a weird feeling grew quickly inside of me. I felt naughty. And kind of turned on. I felt confused and let it go.
Later that night I couldn't stop thinking about Michaels long, meaty looking cock. I wondered what it'd look like in full glory. "'How much more bigger could it get?" I thought. Imagining his big cock started getting me hard. I then focused my imagination on a beautiful girl I really liked back then, and before long I had a full on hard on.
I stood up from my bed and went into the kitchen to grab some cooking oil. Using it as lube I started jerking off. While I fantasized about my crush. A sudden flash of Michael came in my head and I felt that naughty feeling in my stomach again. But it felt good. The image of his big meaty cock turned me on wildly. And I was just bout ready to cum. I pictured his cock pressed up against my ass. Feeling every inch of his hot thick rod. His hand firmly gripping my hips so that my ass was pressed hard against his hard on. I blew my load and it felt incredible. Hot thick juice squirting out onto the hard wood floor.I felt guilty straight afterwards. Fantasizing about another guy.
I never felt the urge to see guys or really have sex with them. But they did feature in my fantasies and whilst masturbation more than occasionally.
Gay guys were still hitting on me from time to time, but I didn't think much of it. All straight guys get hit on all the time.
Three years later I started working full time at Wendy's and studying part time. At 18 I've finally reached puberty. I had hair in all in the right places.
There was a gay guy who worked there call Robin. Who had a crush on me. I didn't really notice it until someone told me. Robin was bigger than me. I was 5ft 10 and he was about 6ft 1. He was big boned and had an athletic body. Not a bad looking guy. I brushed off the attention as I was interested in other girls at the time. It was just another gay guy who liked me. It must have been my exotic looks I thought.
One time while we were closing, I was cleaning the mens toilet. I was cleaning the walls at the time when Robin came in with the mop ready to get started on the floors.The men’s toilet had a single cubicle and outside of the cubicle was the basin and mirror.
I was in the cubicle cleaning "Hey man, I'm just about done in here. Give me a minute and I'll come out and start on the walls out there."
"Sweet azz." was Robins reply. I went outside of the cubicle to start the cleaning the walls and the basin.
He flashed me a cheeky smile and went inside the cubicle starting on the floors. There was only about 4 people in the restaurant at the time and we are all busy working as quick as we can so that we can get out of there and get home.
I started cleaning on the basin and was getting ready to clean the mirror above the basin. Robin was finished with mopping the floor in the cubicle and was now behind me waiting so he could start mopping the floor where I was. I sprayed the mirror with cleaner and proceeded to wipe. I couldn't quite reach the upper 2 inches of the mirror and I was on my tippy toes.
Robin gave out a quick smirk and he came up behind me. He grabbed the paper towel and he didn't wait for me to get out of the way and started cleaning the top part of the mirror. He was pressing me against the basin. I felt to what felt like his semi hard cock against my butt. This caught me be surprise. And for some reason I didn't try and get out of the way.
He said "This is how you do it" while easily cleaning the mirror. I felt a naughty curiosity of how his cock felt against my butt. It felt kind of good. He did this for a good long 30 seconds. The cleaning itself only took 5-10 seconds max. It wasn't a big mirror.
As he went over every square inch of the mirror rubbing somewhat frantically his whole body would sway from side to side from the momentum generated by his arms. His cock rubbed on my ass from left to right, His cock felt big. That was a weird but good feeling. That must've been why I somehow let that situation go.
"There you go, all clean" he says, and I was like "Ahhh thanks" and walked out of the toilet.
That night I went home and masturbated about Robin. The feeling of his cock against my ass got me all hot and horny. I jerked of to the image of him slowly entering my brown ring with his big cock, and slowly but surely started pumping into me. I didn't last long and I blew my load. Nothing ever turned me on more than that.
Weeks and months pass and nothing like that happened again. I did masturbate some more about him. I couldn't help it. I felt guilty doing it, but I got so much pleasure out of it.
One night, after a long hard slog at work. We closed the restaurant and finally started making our way home at 2.30 in the morning.Robin that night caught the same bus as me. He usually drove home. We got in the bus and we got talking. Bitching about crappy customers and slave driving managers. He asked me if I wanted a ride home from his house as he knew from before that I walked another 10 minutes from the bus stop. I felt hesitant about it but I said yes.Once we got off the bus and walking towards his house "Hey bro I have a small joint do you wanna hit it before I drop you off home" again I was hesitant but said yes. I started getting annoyed at myself for seeming so high strung. I forced myself to loosen up.
We got in his car and we started hot boxing it. We needed to make the most of his joint. I was a hard smoker so I only felt a little stoned. But I was pretty relaxed. He looked at me and flashed that cheeky smile again. "Bro let’s have a beer, you feel like chilling out a bit?" I had no work the next day so this time I said yes without hesitating.
We went into his granny flat which was separated from the main house. He gave me a beer and we started drinking slowly. Talking shit again. He put the music on and put on some RnB. My favourite type of music at the time.
We had a couple of more beers and I was fully relaxed. We were laughing and having a real good time. I got up and asked him where the toilet was, so I could relieve myself. Once in the toilet doing my business I couldn't stop thinking to myself of why I was here. I had that naughty feeling in my stomach again which aroused me slightly.
I got back in the lounge and there was Robin standing up dancing to the beat of the song. He was pretty good dancer and so was I. He motioned me to dance with him and I did. Wanting to show off. We danced eye to eye and our bodies where getting closer. And just like in those music videos I turned around and I started backing up, he came forward to meet me. I was going to grind him. Our rhythm became slower than the beat. As my ass backed up on his private region. The feeling of his cock against my ass was wonderful his semi hard cock against my soft plump ass…
I slowly grinded my ass against him up and down, and in slow circling motions. This felt real naughty but I didn't want it to stop. I pressed a little more against him. He wrapped his arms around my chest and belly. His large physique dwarfed me. Our bodies where totally pressed against each other moving more slowly, more sensual. His cock was fully hard and felt very large.