Leningrad

I had already written this story, but for some reason it didn't save. I'll try to rewrite it again. This is a true story. True, of course, to the extent that I can remember everything and to the extent of my ability to explain it in words.

I was studying at a technical university in Leningrad. And somehow I decided to switch from a dormitory to a room in an apartment. A classmate helped, acting as a liaison (the classmate deserves a separate story, but let's not stray from the topic). I listed her phone number in the ad, and after a while she gives me the phone number of a potential room renter. I called, and at the appointed time in the evening, I arrived. He met me on the street,

we went up to the apartment together. The room was in a communal apartment, small but quite cozy, and the apartment was very clean.

I was a slender young man, with long hair. Sometimes on the metro, from behind, I could be mistaken for a girl due to my slight build. But my height was closer to 180 cm.

We entered the room. Tea, etc. Volodya offered wine. And I kept addressing him formally as "you" – ) And he kept asking me to switch to the informal "ty." He was not very tall, but a stocky, sturdy man. He worked as an engineer at a factory that makes turbines for thermal power plants. And his type was sort of like a "good son." Overall, I liked him as a person. I'll skip the details, but regarding the purpose of my visit, we couldn't reach any specifics, and meanwhile it got dark. Volodya offered for me to spend the night at his place, which, in principle, a student is generally always happy about. And the room, as I said, was small and there was only one sleeping place – a fold-out sofa. So I lie down first, closer to the wall, and at that time I was wearing a tank top and was planning to sleep in it. And Volodya says, "Take off your tank top, what do you need it for?" Me: "Won't I be cold?" "Of course not!"

I took off my tank top and lay down on the little sofa in my briefs, facing the wall, and tried to fall asleep. Volodya lay down:

– Turn closer.

It's worth mentioning here that by that time I already had thoughts about a man, and even attempts to insert a finger, lubricated with hand cream, into the anus. But only attempts, not leading to anything productive. I hadn't tried dildos and similar things yet, and it was all quite novel.

And so, when I was lying down, I feel my heart thump thump, it started beating faster. I'm lying facing the wall and feeling anxious. And when Volodya suggested turning over, I embraced him, put my right hand on his chest, rested my head on his shoulder, and quieted down.

And then I feel him moving my hand lower and lower. And halfway to the pubic area, I already understood what he wanted, and I began to caress his penis with my hand. And he was already slowly moving my head downwards, hinting. And so my head goes lower and lower down his body. And finally, my desire overcame his desire, I pulled down his underwear and finally began to caress his penis with my lips. It's worth noting here that Volodya turned out to be a rather clean man, the smell of both his body and his penis was fresh and pleasant. I enjoyed caressing, licking, and sucking his erect organ. And then I feel moisture on the tip. I took a waffle-weave towel, prepared in advance by Volodya, dried the penis thoroughly, and continued oral caresses. And so several times. Until finally, he said that the diligent drying of the head of his organ to the point of dryness was causing him painful sensations. I listened and began to caress him without the little towel.

Yes, it was pleasant for me, I felt so good. After a while, he turned me over on my back and began to enter me from behind. But only the head could enter, my butt was not developed and inexperienced. And fairly quickly he came inside me at the same time as I did. Here, unfortunately, I don't remember if I came from the anal penetration, or from his caresses of my little penis with his hands. Most likely from the second. And so during my orgasm, when my anus began to convulsively tighten, Volodya also came inside me – )

However, I would also like to mention a negative moment. Volodya avoided kisses on the lips. Although sometimes I really wanted to sensually kiss him on the mouth.

Please don't judge too harshly, this is my first story. And it's possible it turned out worse than the original version. I ask active men in Astana to write to the address. I might continue my stories if there is demand for this one – )