My name is Tim and this is the true story of my first, and best, gay sexual experience.
I was working for a small shoe store in a shopping large mall. I had been there about a month and I spent most of my days running up and down from the stockroom which was in the basement. Our stock room was stuck at the end of the corridor right next to the truck loading bay.
One day I was fumbling through the keys trying to find the right one for the stock room door's lock when I heard a soft male voice behind calling.
"Excuse me." The voice said. "You couldn't tell me where I have to deliver these boxes to could you? It says to stall number 136 but it's my first time here."
"Yeah sure," I replied, "It just so happens that I'm -" I turned round intending to complete my answer but I was stopped dead in my tracks by the instant arousal I felt over this guy. I was mentally slapping myself, I'd thought about guys a few times but always dismissed it as teenage, hormonal and natural, I never thought I'd actually want a guy! But here I was pretending to put my keys back into my pocket so I could disguise my rising erection.
He pushed me against the wall and forced my lips open with his tongue before letting it loose inside my mouth. He pressed his crotch against my own and he ground his cock into mine. He grabbed the keys out of my pocket, opened the door and threw me into stock room, locking the door behind him. I fell to the ground and lay helplessly on the floor looking up at this intrusive, violent yet intriguing stranger. Without saying a word he began undressing and I gazed in awe as his body emerged, piece by piece to me. He was shaven all of over and glistening in the naked bulb light of the room. He walked forwards and stood, towering over me. His cock hovering just above my head. I knew what he wanted but I wanted him to say it.