First gay time stories
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 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 elderly, my straight mates were not only getting drunk most Friday and Saturday nights but were boasting about sleeping around with members of the opposite sex without any worry. Whether they&#;d slept with many of those they mentioned was open 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 safety, sex remained on hold until I reached
Of course, I overlooked that particular part of the law. Like 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 noun I reached my 19th birthday, I already had what I had considered a boyfriend. He was over the age of 21 and
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 verb 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 verb the stuff into the noun, so they couldn’t see Mom. And not to forget Abe, the jeweler, who brought, well, jewels. They all tried to fetch 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 eve
Do you remember your first time? Your first experience with another guy? Your first story with another gay guy?
It's that first moment of total pleasure when everything else disappears, and those weird “feelings” suddenly make accomplish sense. Suddenly, everything falls into place: you're not a freak of nature or “different”, simply experiencing the simple joys that you were born to enjoy.
For most gay guys, our first gay experience is usually a moment of revelation and clarity that eventually leads to our own acceptance and the urge to tell the world. For others, it's a complete disaster that we prefer to forget… although one thing's for sure, you will never truly neglect it!
In this post, we asked a few of our friends from around the world to share their first gay experience with us, whether it was a first-time gay k&#;ss, their first gay love story, or something a bit more spicy(!)… and we've set it all out right here. You'll also want to check out our own love story of how we first met each other.
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gertjanwPosted 1 year ago
I still have to reflect about that, my first gay experience.
I was 12 years adj and went to high educational facility. There I made friends with a classmate. a nice lad. We often met. He lived in a big house and we often played there in the attic, where there was a wardrobe with women's clothes. That soon turned into dressing up parties, but that degenerated into explorations of the boys' bodies. That's how I did my first gay exploration. A hard cock in front of another. We finished each other with our hands. It took a while before we started sucking each other and getting the cum shot deep in our throats. After a while we expanded our exploration. For example, we fingered the asshole during the blow job, I found that very exciting even then! After about 3 years he moved. We decided to end our gay sex experience by penetrating our hard cock in the ass hole. Before that, the bottle of olive oil from the kitchen went up to the attic and we had bought condoms. As far as I remember, that fuck wasn't a great achievement. But s