Kink of being touched Sex Story

Kink of being touched Sex Story

For the longest time that I can recall I had the kink of being touched inappropriately. Honestly I have no idea how and why this developed. But strange coincidences have led me to situations all through my life where I have been manhandled by unknown boys and men. This is a series of true recollections from several events in my life which led me to finally develop and accept this kink as part of me and myself.

The earliest incident that I can recall was when I was nineteen and studying in my first year of college. And yes it was my classmate and none else. His name was Pramit. Hailing from an affluent family he was healthy, pretty tall for his age and had an air of superiority about himself. He could very well fit the bill for being a bully but ordinarily he did not act so. I on the other hand was thin and lanky then and of a very average height and a very studious quiet kind of guy.

In our class of forty we used to sit in pairs at our desk and I was assigned as his partner. Mostly keeping himself busy with his group of good for nothings at the back of the class he sat beside me in maths and history classes as the teachers for those subjects were especially strict. On one fine day during maths class as we were given tasks for the day I as usual completed it in a flash while seeing him struggling hard at it. Stressed out at being punished again by the teacher he solicited my help and promised to make it up to me with a reward later. I duly helped him complete the task then and forgot about it.

Soon it was our final period and college being over I started to pack my bag. He approached me and offered to return the favour and asked me to follow him. Me innocent as ever dutifully followed him hoping he would treat me to a samosa in the canteen. Instead he ushered me into the bathroom and took me inside a cubicle. Honestly speaking I was so naive back then I did not feel scared but was rather amused and interested. Once inside he unzipped himself in front of me and took out his dick. I found it to be thicker and longer than mine as he made me hold it and stroke it up and down.

A big confession to the readers is that I knew nothing about masturbation till then. Sure I saw my dick getting hard and occasionally had nightfall but did not know that our penises could be self stimulated to gain orgasm. But now Pramit was making me do a weird thing and I although a little weirded out was liking whatever was happening between us. Soon I saw him wriggle and he cummed in my hands. It was nasty to me but I had no idea what was to follow.

He offered to do it for me and though a little taken aback I allowed him to strip and pull down my pants while he gripped me from behind and started to jerk my tool. I was looking dazed at whatever was happening but soon found his other hand poking my asshole. Effectively now he was jerking me from the front while fingering me from behind and maybe within ten seconds or so I burst out with huge loads of cum shooting across the partition wall of the cubicle with orgasmic feeling running down my body. It was a very very intense and absolutely new experience for me and I was completely stunned by the entire thing.

Post that we cleaned up and left but I had found a gold mine in me. It was like a treasure chest but the keys to which I then had thought was only in his hands. So every day after college we used to huddle up inside the bathroom and jerk each other off – me doing his dick while him doing both my dick and fingering my ass. It was much later I realised I could masturbate by myself too though without being fingered by him it did not feel as great.

Handjob sessions with him continued as we graduated till the end of our course. By that time I had learnt to give him proper blowjobs while he had used things more than his finger to penetrate me. But after he shifted and I was left alone with no one to fulfil my lustful desires at being manhandled and touched inappropriately. Sexually speaking those next two years were very difficult for me until I landed myself in an engineering college which was a new revelation in itself.

It was back in the days when Grindr was not popular and gays were more into cruising in open isolated public places. Such was the case of the railway station beside my college. Through the net I learnt it was a very active cruising spot and without any further ado I left for it in my first year of college. As instructed on the net I reached it during the evening hours with the sun almost setting down for the day. The six platforms were moderately busy. But my area of focus was behind the sixth platform in the railway dock yard where upon reaching I found many trains parked there on the tracks in dim lighting with a lot of trees and shrubs around. It was railway land and obviously poorly maintained. Nearby at some distance one could see the railway quarters where in some of the flats people were turning on the lights as the dusk set in after the sun went down.

Climbing a few stairs down from the platform I looked around and found a few locals going about their business approaching or leaving the station and a few other loitering around smoking or busy on call in the small clearing around the entrance. I walked around carefully looking across to catch any suspicious eyes as I knew eye contact was the key in cruising. A short lean dark complexioned man of maybe mid thirties with strong hands and strong physique – probably a daily wage labourer or so was eyeing me continuously from a distance. I noticed this and stole glances at him. Once our eyes met he smiled nastily and nodded towards me and started walking into the bushes away from the platform gate. I got my cue and started to follow him.

Yes I know it was extremely risky that too for a college boy like me and things could have gone downhill any moment but during that time my mind was blank. I had been thirsting for a human touch for so long and was desperate for anything so to speak as long as I had someone to be with in that way. I followed him through bushes and trees into a small clearing adjacent to a water tank where he stopped and allowed me to approach him.

As I approached he smiled and unhesitatingly put his hand on my groin and started to massage my dick and ass. I wrapped my arms around his shoulder (he was shorter than me) while he unbuckled my pants and unzipped me and then dropped down my pants and undies in one go rendering me completely naked in the darkness of the railway yard with one small flickering lamp at the top of the water tank.

Bending on his knees he went down on me and started to blow me furiously. But as the thing is with my body from the time with Pramit until I was being anally stimulated it was difficult for me to ejaculate. He nevertheless went on with it for a good eight to ten minutes until I had to take his hands in mine and direct it towards my ass and hole. He understood my signal and as soon as his fingers went inside of me I lost all control and spilled all of my cum all over his face hair and clothes effectively drenching him in my semen.

The poor guy was a bottom and was hoping for me to pound him in the dark of the night and desolation of the place. But I was completely spent. He tried to initiate but when I refused and offered to handjob him he agreed. Within a few jerks with my skilful hands and years of practice I masturbated him and then we both left. This continued for a while with different people on different days. Neither would be able to see each other properly in the dark of the night but almost surely we would help each other cum in the dark and leave the other one satisfied. Some tried to force but given I was adamant on not having sex with just any rando they stopped pushing and fell into my ways or just left disappointed leaving me hunting for other guys in the darkness of the night to fulfill my bodily desires.

This short temporary bursts of euphoria and excitement continued throughout my first and second years till I finally met my professor who made me realise that there were far greater things than just being anally used and fingered. My experiences with my professor I have posted before in three parts in my previous stories which I as the administrator of this web site will be kind enough to post them in here and provide the links to the same in this story. Till then stay safe take care and continue being ever horny my friends. Bye.