halcyondays
Worshipped Member
I was 22 first time I topped a guy. He was 20. We were students. He was 5'7, light brown hair, blue eyes behind wire frames sitting on a thin nose, runner's body (maybe 135 lbs.) with perfect ass and big bulge in spray-on designer jeans. Me 6'2 and 60 lbs. heavier. He invited me to his room in the hotel where I worked. A couple of minutes after he closed the door his clothes were off and he was sucking me. Not long after that I rolled on a condom (it was love in the time of AIDS), he pushed me on my back, straddled me and started pushing on. He used aloe for lube. Once he was on athletic pumping of hips didn't stop until he sprayed all over my chest. I remember looking at his cum wondering if it was loaded with the deadly virions. I fucked him all over his room and in the shower filling 3 or 4 condoms.
Not long after that the second guy I topped was a classmate who identified as female (this was 1984 so not as common or accepted as today but not unknown). He was tall and thin with broad shoulders who wore women's designer jeans and colorful tops, light make-up but just enough rouge and mascara to notice, dangling earrings and jewelry. Big ole running sneakers were the only non-effeminate item in his ensemble, lol tho sometimes he wore loafers. He had highlights in his hair. With the same major we had had many classes together. He always smiled and flirted a lot. I asked him for a lunch date and we ended up in bed. He wore women's panties under those jeans and when the rest of his clothes came off I discovered he was completely smooth, which was unusual back then when everyone was hairy. He liked that I shaved legs and chest for cycling and swimming. Like the first guy he was a runner and athletically hot in bed. Our affair lasted the rest of the semester till we graduated.
What I liked? How easily their clothes came off, how much much they worshipped my dick, how much they wanted to fuck and how much they and I enjoyed it. It was just like straight sex except with guys.
Does recounting it make me hot? Yeah there's a wet spot in my shorts now.![Cool :cool: :cool:](data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7)
Not long after that the second guy I topped was a classmate who identified as female (this was 1984 so not as common or accepted as today but not unknown). He was tall and thin with broad shoulders who wore women's designer jeans and colorful tops, light make-up but just enough rouge and mascara to notice, dangling earrings and jewelry. Big ole running sneakers were the only non-effeminate item in his ensemble, lol tho sometimes he wore loafers. He had highlights in his hair. With the same major we had had many classes together. He always smiled and flirted a lot. I asked him for a lunch date and we ended up in bed. He wore women's panties under those jeans and when the rest of his clothes came off I discovered he was completely smooth, which was unusual back then when everyone was hairy. He liked that I shaved legs and chest for cycling and swimming. Like the first guy he was a runner and athletically hot in bed. Our affair lasted the rest of the semester till we graduated.
What I liked? How easily their clothes came off, how much much they worshipped my dick, how much they wanted to fuck and how much they and I enjoyed it. It was just like straight sex except with guys.
Does recounting it make me hot? Yeah there's a wet spot in my shorts now.