Gay men first time stories
14."I went on a trip to a tropical nation. I found a miniature, secluded, resort-type place with a bar while exploring the area. I spent the entire day there while the male, prior 20s bartender served me. He had a blinding smile. At one show, he told me that no one else was around and that I could swim in the pool, naked, if I wanted. I said 'screw it' and did. He kept serving me drinks and talking, and I later said I was gonna get out and go read by the beach. He told me since no one else was there he was gonna close the area for an hour and that I didn't possess to put my clothes back on. He walked me over to the hammock and kept complimenting my body. I was into it, so I didn't stop him. He sort of felt me up as I got into the hammock (I let him), and he eventually made his way down on me..."
"This was my first (and only) time a guy had gone down on me. He got naked and offered to go further. I told him I could try but only with protection. He came back with condoms, and I tried but couldn't stay up. He asked if he could endeavor, and at this indicate I just felt I was all in anyway, so I was down.
It was an interesting trial. I was taller and physically bigger and had never been
As a gay male, you may be surprised to listen that one of the biggest hurdles I faced was going into a gay bar for the first time.
At 17-years-old, I was in awe of my straight mates. They’d been wandering into bars and nightclubs for the last year with the only threat of getting asked for age identification.
At 17 years mature , my straight mates were not only getting drunk most Friday and Saturday nights but were boasting about sleeping around with members of the antonym sex without any worry. Whether they’d slept with many of those they mentioned was expose to debate.
At 17 years old, it was against the law for me to sleep with a person of the same sex. If I boasted about it, I could get myself into trouble. The law stated that, for my security, sex remained on hold until I reached 21.
Of course, I overlooked that particular part of the law. Fancy any red-blooded male at 17, my hormones made my brain think of little else but wanting to (putting it mildly) receive laid.
By the moment I reached my 19th birthday, I already had what I had considered a boyfriend. He was over the age of 21 and thought I was too.
On one particular, wet Saturday evening, I establish myself sitting i
First gay experience was with a 45 year old
Age when it happend: 17
Where it happened: In a van
Langauge: english
Sex: Male
Rating: 9
Category: Gay
Although when a child you have those moments you show your friend your dick and what not, this is my first real sexually experience with a another man. First off let me say I examine myself straight, although technically I include been with men so I surmise that makes me bi even though those days are over with. However I always wanted to every since I think I was around 13. I was always curious about it but never acted on it other than masturbating.
When i got around 15 or 16 I started chatted on aim chat rooms that was m4m. I don’t believe that endorse then craigslist was around like it is today. When I was a senior in lofty school I was 17. That is the age I started sexually experimenting with both girls and guys which lead to the loss of my virginity from both. Early that year in the plunge, I first missing my virginity to a girl. Then when spring came I finally decided to start looking into doing it.
I could not risk looking for someone I know out of fear that people would find out so I never even consi
Dad died when I was six. The rabbi who lived in the apartment below took over for him. I’m sure he wanted to do Mom. They packed us off to an evil Hasidic summer camp where everyone made fun of us because we didn’t know their crazy prayers. My brother was four. We would secretly face in the woods, hug each other and cry. We couldn’t understand why our father died and our mother sent us to this terrible place. I learned to hate all religion and still do.
Mom was a dark-haired, curvaceous looker, juicy, and in her prime. She liked sex but decided that all men had to pay for it. The butcher brought steaks; the florist, flowers; the bagel man left fresh hot steaming bagels by our door every morning for months. Leon, the ice cream man left ice cream. My younger brother and I were quickly dispatched to earn the stuff into the property, so they couldn’t see Mom. And not to forget Abe, the jeweler, who brought, well, jewels. They all tried to acquire inside. Some did. When Mom met the man who brought it all, she married him.
We lived in Borough Park, in Brooklyn. Until I ran away, I thought everyone in the world was either Jewish or Italian. I was intimidated by all the dark, Brooklyn-rough I