Male Rapture Across Cultures

By Blonde All Over / Blonde Mountaineer / Light Mountaineer

Published on Sep 24, 2001

Gay

MALE RAPTURE ACROSS CULTURES - Part 2, Another Surprise

by Blonde

The next morning I had a meeting at campus with department faculty about my proposed thesis, but my mind was elsewhere. Even several hours later, I was distracted by the memory of that magnetic meat and pondered whether or not I would ever enjoy a repeat encounter. In this free-spirited city with its thriving gay population, opportunities were manifest and I had seen many nude aroused males since the beginning of my sojourn here. But for the first time since my arrival, my breathing had become shallow and I became very sensually conscious of my body. While I had engaged in several episodes of casual sex, for the first time in years I sensed the unmistakable symptoms of falling in lust.

I cravenly lusted for the man I was to visit in the hospital later that morning and for the first time in several years, I feared the possible rejection from the one I so physically coveted.

I found him in a hospital bed which the back had been mechanically propped up half way to a seated position. The bed next to him was unoccupied, allowing our encounter in the room to be unaccompanied. He was disinterestedly reading an academic text provided him from a fellow student who had visited him earlier in the morning as I later learned he was in his last year as an undergraduate at the same school. I was able to gain a more complete impression of him in better lighting. He had lean good looks and a friendly but reserved expression. We exchanged pleasantries and he thanked me sincerely but not effusively for coming to his assistance. He informed me that he was comfortable and suffered only minor soreness. He regarded me with piercing dark brown eyes which suggested he was gleaning from me more information about me non-verbally. Somehow the conversation turned to the event of the previous night and the fact that he had all his clothes stripped away. Nervously, fidgeting, and unable to look him directly in the eye, I stumbled on my words as I gallingly attempted to inquire about his erection. In another stunning gesture that again caught me off guard, he sternly snatched up the front of his hospital gown exposing his naked torso and once again revealing for me his small but elegantly complexioned mesmerizing swollen man meat. "Is this what you were looking for?" he asked with no special intonation. I gasped with a sense of good fortune. I figured it to be 5" with wet and slick uncut foreskin sweetly adorning a partially uncovered crown with a prominent slit for a pee hole. It was nestled against a not prominent but nonetheless strikingly conspicuous jet black thicket of man bush. Oblong marbles dangled in an olive colored sac, already festering the earthy ingredients that would be such an important part of our impending intense physicality.

Instinctively, I bent down and opened my mouth sticking my tongue part way out to become more intimately acquainted with this beauty. Before I could make contact, he just as severely pulled his gown back down, hiding all these charms from my affections. "Are you NUTS? You can't do THAT in here!

A nurse could walk in any moment." Of course, his pragmatism was well considered. Less than three minutes later a nurse arrived to check his chart and provide more painkillers. She announced that unless a later examination by the doctor showed a worse diagnosis, he would be released before the end of the day.

He assured me he had adequate transportation to the dorm where he resided and I provided him with my phone number and e-mail address. I bashfully but emphatically asserted that we must meet again. He responded with a wink and a smile.


MalayGuy_________________________________________________________

From: Malay Guy ari@campus.edu To: blonde220@mail.com Date: March 26, 1997 Subject: Let us meet, I think you are sexy !!

Dear Blonde,

Thank you again for saving me from my assault and thank you for coming to the hospital to visit me. I think you discovered then how I feel about you.

Although I am Malaysian, I think white men are sexier. I am very attracted to blonds and I think you are hot. My country is very conservative and I have refrained from having sex with anybody in your country. You seem very pleasant and would probably be discreet if we enjoyed sex.

For this reason, I would like us to make plans to meet and have sex. You have seen me naked and now I hope you provide me the opportunity to be with each other without any clothes. I want to see if you have much body hair (including the pubic zone) and if it matches the blond hair on your head.

Please call or write back soon.

Fondly, Ari


I read this e-mail message two days after his hospital stay and it had the effect of triggering my dick to jump and swell in my pants. Indeed, my cock filled out to full mast and tented my jeans probably quicker than any other stimulus in several years. This verbiage was refreshingly to the point in a city where the chase is regarded a matter of false sophistication. His message was so direct, devoid of the usual coy innuendo; nothing suggesting any covert tests, games, or ulterior motives. He plainly and lustfully expressed his interest in having sex with me. He bluntly expressed a need to satisfy a yearning curiosity about my physical attributes. In a more perfect world, this is the way it should be between men. Being versatile in the manner of how I physically interact with other males, it was of no concern to me that he did not express any desire for the specific nature of our impending intimacies.

The next day, we spoke on the phone and hashed out the logistics of our first physical encounter. Since his roommate would be away all weekend, we would meet at his dorm. I confessed to having been aroused to self-coital pleasure twice since having received his e-mail and made no attempt to conceal the eagerness with which I anticipated our rendezvous. In return, he calmly asked me to give very detailed accounts of my masturbatory technique. How much pressure did I apply? Did I use specific fingers or whole hand? Did I fondle my balls or play with my crotch and asshole? He asked for specific details of my fantasies about him as I pleasured myself. I shamelessly admitted that I obsessively contemplated being acquainted with his tantalizing meat once again.

Next: Chapter 3


Rate this story

Liked this story?

Nifty is entirely volunteer-run and relies on people like you to keep the site running. Please support the Nifty Archive and keep this content available to all!

Donate to The Nifty Archive
Nifty

© 1992, 2024 Nifty Archive. All rights reserved

The Archive

About NiftyLinks❤️Donate