Real first time gay stories
Hey Guys,
Wanted to contribute my first experience with you. It's all genuine, though I changed the names a bit...though my housemate is on the forum too and won't mind.
I’ve always considered myself straight but an open guy; I’ve always dated and only fucked girls but I’ve grown up with gay friends and it’s never been an issue. My first time with a guy was pretty intense…
I’d broken up with my girlfriend of 5 years and was feeling lovely shit. We’d be living together and due to various circumstances I had to move out in a hurry and so moved in with one of my best mates, Joao, who happens to be gay.
I was a bit of a depressive mess when I first moved in, and Joao was a wonderful friend who always checked in on me, dragged my ass to the gym and made me leave the house to keep up my rugby practice. Thanks to Joao’s vanity and obsession with excercise, I was in the best shape of my life.
I'm about 5ft 10, rugby assemble, white, blue eyes and brown hair. I attractive muscular, but not totally lean. My nickname at Rugby is "Barge Ass" due to my constantly ripping our rugby shorts in training.
Joao was Portuguese, about 6ft 2 and looked like Matteo Bocelli. Dark eyes, powerful feature
As a gay man, you may be surprised to hear 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 aged, my straight mates were not only getting drunk most Friday and Saturday nights but were boasting about sleeping around with members of the reverse sex without any agonize. Whether they’d slept with many of those they mentioned was open to debate.
At 17 years ancient, it was against the law for me to sleep with a person of the same sex. If I boasted about it, I could receive myself into trouble. The law stated that, for my safety, sex remained on hold until I reached 21.
Of course, I overlooked that particular part of the law. Fond any red-blooded male at 17, my hormones made my brain think of little else but wanting to (putting it mildly) get laid.
By the second 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 found myself sitting i
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 perceive their crazy prayers. My brother was four. We would secretly meet 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 boiling 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 get the stuff into the house, so they couldn’t see Mom. And not to forget Abe, the jeweler, who brought, well, jewels. They all tried to get 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
14."I went on a trip to a tropical region. I found a minor, secluded, resort-type place with a bar while exploring the area. I spent the entire day there while the male, preliminary 20s bartender served me. He had a blinding smile. At one aim , 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 gesture I just felt I was all in anyway, so I was down.
It was an interesting encounter. I was taller and physically bigger and had never been
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