I always had an inkling that I had a gay side. But in my younger years I was solely intent on females. I was 17/18 the first time something happened. When travelling back from London by bus, we stopped for a 40min break. I had a quick bite to eat and then headed for the loo. The place was busy, and the urinals were busy enough that there was always someone adjacent. I went up and started to pee. It was then I became aware that the guy next to me was turned slightly towards me and was wanking slowly. I looked straight ahead, my heart racing. I finished peeing and zipped up and left. I didn’t know what to make of it. The place was really busy and I couldn’t believe what had just happened. I wandered round the shop briefly before heading back to the bus as it was time to leave. I had to walk past the toilets, and there was the same guy standing outside with his hand in his pocket. I had to walk past him to get to the bus. As I did so he made it obvious he was playing with himself, and said to me ‘that’s a beauty you’ve got there’. I probably flushed but just ignored him and got on the bus. For such a trivial incident it gave me plenty to think about. Nothing further happened till I started Uni. My pal and I were in the swimming pool, practicing diving, from the 1m and 3m boards, and just messing about. At one point he said to me ‘that guy is watching you’, indicating a guy in his mid-forties. I looked briefly but ignored it and thought nothing of it. After a bit my pal headed off to a lecture. I continued on the diving boards. I had completely forgotten about this older guy. After a while I got out of the pool and headed out for a shower before leaving. The showers were communal, about 6 of them in a row, at the end of a row of toilet cubicles at the end of the changing room. When I got to the shower the guy was there. He was in the second last shower, which was kind of hidden from view by the toilet cubicles. He was naked. He was fit, balding but some dark body hair on a tanned body. He smiled broadly when he saw me and was sporting a good sized hard on which he was ‘washing’. I looked and looked away, turned my back on him and went under the shower at the other end, with about 3 showers in between us. I had my trunks on as I started washing, and kept my back to him. My heart was pounding. I didn’t know what would/could happen but I was excited. After a bit, still with my back to him, I took my trunks off. I had a semi which I was trying to keep down. I continued with my back to him, but very quickly I felt a hand on my bum. I turned round to see him smiling at me, with his hard on pointing straight at me. I reached down and wrapped my hand round it. I gave it a couple of strokes and a slight tug as I started walking out of the shower to the first cubicle. I did not want to get caught in the showers by anyone coming in. He followed right behind me, as my hand was still holding his cock. At this time, I was still a virgin. I had been with girls but not got any further that some manual stuff. Porn at that time was top shelf magazines, which I used frequently. I was fascinated then by the thought of receiving oral sex. We got into the cubicle and locked the door. Both of us were still naked. He pressed himself against me as I backed against the partition wall, and started kissing my young body. I put my hands on his shoulders and gently pressed down. He took the hint and dropped down and took my hard-on in his mouth and started sucking. I was so turned on and trembling with excitement at the danger of getting caught (albeit we were in a cubicle, the walls and door didn’t go to the floor). But when he started sucking my cock, I knew I wouldn’t last long. I came in his mouth. He must have swallowed the lot. He stood up and pressed himself against me. He rubbed himself against me, thrusting his big,hard cock against mine and against my belly. He was still grinning - no doubt with delight at getting his hands on a tall, slim, fit 18 year old. He came quickly, emptying himself on my cock and belly. He then picked up his trunks and left. I stood for a minute looking at his semen on me, before heading back for a quick shower. That was my first. I saw the guy again in the bar. We were both in the same group and he grinned across at me. I left because I still had my secret to keep, and he looked too keen there to get to me. I never saw him again. But I did discover the toilets in the old library building. That’s when I really became familiar with cock. And that’s another story.