Here is my 'first experience' true story. Sorry if it is too long, but it will take a bit to set the stage. It is a strong memory and I remember the details like it was yesterday. It happened in 1958 when I was 20, stationed with the Air Force in southern Germany near the French border. I had had a few experiences with women...with varying degrees of success and enjoyment; but with the exception of sneaking peeks at guys' cocks in showers, locker rooms, etc., as much as I could I had no male-male experiences. I think I was open for it, tho', as you will see. I had a 4-day pass coming up in a few weeks and I thought that I would take a trip to Paris to see what it was all about. It was about a 9-hour train trip, so I could go on Friday and return late on Monday. I went to the recreation office on base and got all the train schedules, maps, and brochures about what to see, where to eat cheaply, and where to stay on an airman's puny salary. I had saved up some money and was sure I could afford the trip. The train got into Paris about 3 Friday afternoon. I had decided to stay at a YMCA Hostel on the Left Bank, near Notre Dame....it was pretty cheap and I thought that it would be a good place to stay. After getting lost a couple times I got to the hostel at about 4 and checked in for my bed for the weekend and got my bedding. The hostel was in the 4th-floor attic of a church, a long narrow room at the top of the old building. There was a hallway down one side of the long room with fire exits at each end, and along the other side the room was divided into 10 or 12 cubicles, about 8x11 feet each, with 2 single beds like army cots....a metal frame with flat springs and mattress....anyone that was in the service knows them well. There were 2 wardrobes for storing your stuff, a table, chair, and a lamp for each bed. The wardrobes were placed at the end of the beds making kind of an end wall for the cubicle to provide a little privacy from the hallway. Since the cubes were only about 8 feet wide the beds were pretty close together...about 3 feet or so. All in all for the cheap price it was pretty nice. While I was unpacking my duffel, making the bed and so on, another guy arrived....he had been assigned the other bed. They assigned beds from the ends toward the middle of the room to keep people as close to the exits as possible, and we ended up with an end cubicle. He introduced himself in French....which I didn't speak at all, and fortunately he spoke English pretty well; so he introduced himself again as Claude something-or-other from Reims....also in Paris for a long weekend vacation. He was a little older than me, about 24 as I remember. We chatted along as we unpacked and stuff and got along just great. He was really a nice guy, about my size, thin and well groomed. While we chatted a couple of other guys arrived and took the cubicle just next to ours. Claude heard them talking and went to say 'Hi'....they didn't speak English at all, so I just listened. He told me they were 'close friends' from Lyon. After awhile I said I was pretty hungry and was going to find a place to eat supper. Claude suggested that since he was bi-lingual he could help find a place and help me with the menu.....great idea.....so our friendship grew some more. He found a great place only a native could find and we had a great supper meal, complete with wine for him and beer for me...since I wanted to compare French and German beer. We took our time with the meal and had a nice amount to drink. It had gotten to be about 9pm....lights-out/lockup at the hostel was 10pm so we decided to walk back and get ready to call it a day. We joked around all the way back, basically becoming 'good buddies'. When we got back time was running short. He wanted to read something for awhile so I went and took a quick shower to get the travel dust off. When I finished and returned to the cubical I noticed our two neighbors were sitting on their beds in just their undershorts talking...they smiled and nodded as I walked by in my skivvies...t-shirt and military style boxers. Claude decided to shower also so he left the cube. It was almost 10 so I turned off my light and got into my bed. I took off my boxers as I did.....I could feel that warmth in my groin that told me my cock wanted to be played with. I lay in the bed, slowly fondling myself, holding my balls and rubbing my cock. When I heard Claude returning I stopped my obvious movements until later. He had on just a robe, no undershirt or underpants, and I was able to catch some glimpses of his nice cock when he moved around....all contributing to my warmth below. Soon, he turned off his light, took off his robe, and got into bed naked. The cube was just lit by moonlight by now, so I was just barely able to see him. Knowing he was naked added to my building excitement. After a few minutes I thought it was safe to continue fondling myself and working quietly to a nice orgasm. I had developed a pretty good quiet technique in the barracks as I masturbated virtually every night. I would fondle and squeeze my balls and cock, quietly move my hands up and down, and gently rub my thumb over the tip of my cock to get the precum flowing. When the tip was good and juicy it was just a matter of time until I had a strong orgasm, disguising it by turning over at the same time......always worked in the barracks! But this was a different bed, and the beds were much closer together. While working on myself as quietly as I could the springs would squeak a little....I hoped Claude didn't notice. That was the only sign I was doing anything since my technique didn't move my sheets or make much noise at all. But I hoped wrong..... In a few minutes while still massaging my slick cock with my thumb and getting very hot I heard noises from Claude's bed. I slowly turned my head to look that way and could see the sheet moving back and forth slowly....Claude was jerking off too. Seeing that really turned me on more and my heart started beating faster. I lost it a little bit because I heard myself moan softly a couple of times. My cock was so hard and sensitive that I was on the verge of cumming. Then to make things worse I (we) could hear the definite sounds of pleasure from the next cubicle....one or both of the close friends were also having some fun. And then I heard Claude softly moan a couple of times. The whole atmosphere was getting extremely hot, my cock was hard as a rock, feeling incredible, and I got the feeling that this was more fun than usual! I had never been in this situation before. Then I heard Claude whisper my name. I didn't know what to do so I just stayed quiet. He whispered it again a little louder. I couldn't avoid it so I whispered 'Yeah?'.......he whispered 'can I help you?' I thought 'what did he say? did I hear right?'...so I whispered 'what?!' He whispered 'can I help you make it feel good?' My heart rate shot to a higher level and my brain said 'wow....what did he say? What do I do now? Do I want this? Jeez I'm hot!'......and I heard my mouth whisper hoarsely 'OK'... My mouth was so dry and I was shaking so much with anticipation that it just blurted out. I was still looking at his bed, and I saw him swing his legs out, stand up, turn and sit down on the edge of my bed, naked of course. I was totally out of control I was so excited. I felt his hand on my chest....then felt it slide down my stomach until it was resting on my cock. He squeezed gently and fondled my cock and balls through the sheet. I don't know how I kept from cumming right there, but thankfully I didn't. As he sat there I moved my hand onto his thigh....I felt him thrust his hips toward my hand and I reached down some until my hand was on his cock, so hard and moist from his precum....I stroked him and fondled his balls... he sighed with his pleasure, and with his hand pushed the sheet from my body so he could play with my cock directly. I couldn't believe what was happening....I was being caressed by another guy and I was playing with his cock and balls and I was in seventh heaven. I was so hot and into him that nothing else mattered. The noises from the adjacent cubicle told me that they knew what was happening and all four of us were deep into the moment. Shortly I felt Claude slide up the bed and turn his body so he was facing me more. I had to move over to make room for his hips and legs which were now lying along the edge of my bed. Then he slowly leaned down and started kissing and licking my cock, from the tip, down the shaft to the balls and back up to lick the precum from my tip. I thought I was already as hot as I could get, but this moved me to a new plateau....I almost couldn't handle the pleasure, the extremely strong feelings and sensations. I had to share this with him somehow. I swung my left hand over and held onto his hip to help me turn my upper body towards him. As I turned I felt his cock brush my cheek and chin...I was still holding onto his cock and I rubbed it on my cheek. I could feel him moaning and sighing as he took my cock into his mouth and I groaned with the intense feelings as his tongue swirled around my cock. My brain was trying to figure what to do next....with my hand I flicked his cock tip back and forth across my closed lips, feeling how slick and moist he was....it was an incredible feeling and I was lost in feeling his mouth and his cock on my lips. For some reason I licked my lips and when I did I felt my tongue slide over the tip of his cock and tasted his precum. That was it....there was no return at all....my lips slowly opened and I pulled his cock....my total fixation....into my mouth to slide back and forth over my tongue. The taste, the feeling, the warmth, the pulsing of it, the smell....I was hooked, I didn't want to stop....I couldn't stop. Again, I couldn't believe what was going on.....it was total....all my senses were isolated to two places....feeling my cock being so lovingly sucked, and feeling my tongue and mouth making love to his cock....and I realized that this was not the only time it would happen. This ecstasy lasted for several minutes and I felt it get more and more intense. I knew I was close and he could feel it too. He started sucking and licking more strongly, holding and lightly squeezing my balls and that was it. The bells went off, the top blew off, and I groaned loudly as I started the strongest orgasm I ever felt....and it put him over the edge, too. His cock pulsed in my mouth, filling my mouth with his warmth....it seemed to last for a minute....I was a person possessed, totally beyond control, lost in a place I had never been before and not wanting to leave. We slowly continued to suck on each other's cock until we each were soft and then we separated, sighing and rubbing each other all over. He leaned up, swung slowly off the bed and collapsed onto his bed....we didn't have to say anything. I slowly spread my legs more and cupped my cock and balls in my hands, remembering the glorious feelings I had just experienced....and in a minute I was hard again....I was so hot still that I softly stroked my very sensitive cock and within seconds came again. He watched me do that and did the same thing after I finished. As I was happily going to sleep I heard the same sounds from our cubicle neighbors and I smiled knowing what they had just felt. ....and that this was Friday night....we would be together until Monday.
What a hot recollection. No wonder you remember it so well. Very well written and vividly descriptive. Thanks for the story.
Wonderful story!!
