First Time Gay experiences!

[luke_ttx]

This reminds me of my first time. How nervous I was as we began to undress and undress each other. His hands on me, not like a friend or someone but like a lover, touching you for the pleasure of touching you. I remember his hand caressing my cock and going under my balls and feeling them. The first time someone else had touched me there. I remember touching his cock. The hardness of it, yet so soft, the wetness forming on the tip. I remember stroking him a little and the pre cum flowing eagerly out the tip. Him stroking me and how great it felt yet strange that it was not my hand. Playing with my balls and gently pulling them. When he pushed me back on the bed and then suddenly his mouth on my cock. I was not sure what I was feeling but then without warning I filled his mouth with my cum my body tense from cumming and then the feeling of relief and pure pleasure. He pulled back showing me the cum in his mouth then he swallowed it. He reached up and kissed me and I could taste myself in his mouth.

I then stroked him and he brought his cock up to my face and I opened my mouth and he slid it in, just the head then he rolled over and he pulled my head down his cock. He fed me his hard cock til I gagged then he fucked my mouth for a short time then he unloaded down my throat. I swallowed it just like he had mine. I remember his balls hanging low, me taking them in my mouth and him moaning with pleasure and I got him hard again.

We played for about 2 hours that day. He was about 20 years older than me but we both knew we wanted each other. I stayed with him for about 6 years until I moved across the country. I still remember that afternoon and subsequent days with him. Learning about making love and how to give him pleasure and feel pleasure in what he gave me. He was a great teacher.

How old were you both?

 

[lycraluvr223]

@lycraluvr223 I volunteer

I'm being drawn to this. I can tell by the porn I watch, the art I draw, the images I think about as I stroke away. When I lick precum off my dildo it makes my body twitch, heart skip a beat making me delirious.

My first gay experience was also with a man much older than me, I'm not sure what I thought was going to happen when I went to his place but I was curious. He ended up sucking me off that evening and it developed from there, initially with him just sucking me off but I soon realised I loved to feel his cock and balls and it developed from there...

Hoping it will happen soon to me also.

 

[deleted29814901]

I've always been looking for a place here to get rid of my first experience with a man. Now I've found it. This is the first time I'll told this story in such detail and honesty.

I've never been averse to men, but especially their cocks. But I was never tempted to actively change that. The push had to come from outside, that was clear to me. And one winter night, when I was 18 yo, the time had come.

It was a freezing cold German winter night. I was in my local pub and went home alone after a few beers. About 300 meters from my home, the ice on the road was so slippery that I took a tumble. Getting up was no problem, but from a distance a guy shouted “Are you ok?” He came over to me and helped me up. He was black and about my age. Quite a peculiarity, there were hardly any black people in Germany, especially back then.

It was two o'clock in the morning or something, but he was really nice and we got chatting straight away. I wasn't particularly drunk yet and had no plans for the next day. So I was in no rush. When he asked me if we wanted to go back to his place for a drink, I just thought to myself: “Why not?” That was really all I thought.

After a few meters, he put his hand around my shoulders while we chatted. We laughed and had fun. Then he put his hand around my waist. Slowly the thought came to me: “Does he want more?” I just took my chances. He was nice and I didn't care. After all, I was young, curious and open-minded. And he said he is a trainee at the hospital and had his own little room there. Yes, the sentence about his own little room definitely got me excited...

Unfortunately, I don't remember all the details. It was a long time ago. But he was my first one. It started with kissing. And it was better than I thought. Sure, he made the first move. I'm sure he had intentions all along (unlike me). So we stood in his room and he kissed me. Just like that. I was open-minded enough that I just went along with it. The slight scratching of his beard was very unusual, but it didn't bother me at that moment.

Every touch, him with me and me with him, everything was new. His smell, the voice of a man in a situation like this. Everything was new. And everything was extremely exciting. I realized that I was getting hard. That's when I really started to enjoy it. My cock gave me the signal: keep going. I had a girlfriend at the time, but I didn't care at that moment.

Unfortunately, I can't remember how long it lasted. We touched each other, our hands slipped under our clothes. He always took the first steps. Everything he did, I did with him. I kept thinking to myself: What is happening here? But it was too exciting, too arousing, too forbidden... I had to keep going. I knew the feeling a stranger had his (or HER) hands on my bulge (with jeans on). But when I grabbed his bulge, that was a real thrill. And it was so fucking hot!!!

We took off our jeans. My tension really became unbearable. I was hard, he was hard. As I've written here before in another thread, I was almost a little disappointed that his black cock wasn't bigger than mine. He was circumcised and the same size as me. Never mind, that wasn't the most important thing at that moment. After all, absolutely everything was new.

We stood facing each other in his small room, sometimes kissing more and our hard cocks touching. It was an insane feeling when they touched. My cock just stayed hard. That's how I knew I was doing the right thing. When it got to the point where he was sucking me, I knew I was going to do it too.

The end of the story is a bit of a shame. He wanted more, I was lying naked on his bed and he was getting ready to fuck me. But I couldn't stand this situation any longer. So far, everything was hot, exciting, surprising, new and I enjoyed it all. But then it was too much for me. I couldn't imagine that what was about to happen would get any better. It was too much for me. I said 'no', put my clothes on in a bit of a panic and went out.

I had a 20-minute walk home. I was talking to myself and couldn't believe what was happening to me.

 

[maxmax25]

I've always been looking for a place here to get rid of my first experience with a man. Now I've found it. This is the first time I'll told this story in such detail and honesty.

I've never been averse to men, but especially their cocks. But I was never tempted to actively change that. The push had to come from outside, that was clear to me. And one winter night, when I was 18 yo, the time had come.

It was a freezing cold German winter night. I was in my local pub and went home alone after a few beers. About 300 meters from my home, the ice on the road was so slippery that I took a tumble. Getting up was no problem, but from a distance a guy shouted “Are you ok?” He came over to me and helped me up. He was black and about my age. Quite a peculiarity, there were hardly any black people in Germany, especially back then.

It was two o'clock in the morning or something, but he was really nice and we got chatting straight away. I wasn't particularly drunk yet and had no plans for the next day. So I was in no rush. When he asked me if we wanted to go back to his place for a drink, I just thought to myself: “Why not?” That was really all I thought.

After a few meters, he put his hand around my shoulders while we chatted. We laughed and had fun. Then he put his hand around my waist. Slowly the thought came to me: “Does he want more?” I just took my chances. He was nice and I didn't care. After all, I was young, curious and open-minded. And he said he is a trainee at the hospital and had his own little room there. Yes, the sentence about his own little room definitely got me excited...

Unfortunately, I don't remember all the details. It was a long time ago. But he was my first one. It started with kissing. And it was better than I thought. Sure, he made the first move. I'm sure he had intentions all along (unlike me). So we stood in his room and he kissed me. Just like that. I was open-minded enough that I just went along with it. The slight scratching of his beard was very unusual, but it didn't bother me at that moment.

Every touch, him with me and me with him, everything was new. His smell, the voice of a man in a situation like this. Everything was new. And everything was extremely exciting. I realized that I was getting hard. That's when I really started to enjoy it. My cock gave me the signal: keep going. I had a girlfriend at the time, but I didn't care at that moment.

Unfortunately, I can't remember how long it lasted. We touched each other, our hands slipped under our clothes. He always took the first steps. Everything he did, I did with him. I kept thinking to myself: What is happening here? But it was too exciting, too arousing, too forbidden... I had to keep going. I knew the feeling a stranger had his (or HER) hands on my bulge (with jeans on). But when I grabbed his bulge, that was a real thrill. And it was so fucking hot!!!

We took off our jeans. My tension really became unbearable. I was hard, he was hard. As I've written here before in another thread, I was almost a little disappointed that his black cock wasn't bigger than mine. He was circumcised and the same size as me. Never mind, that wasn't the most important thing at that moment. After all, absolutely everything was new.

We stood facing each other in his small room, sometimes kissing more and our hard cocks touching. It was an insane feeling when they touched. My cock just stayed hard. That's how I knew I was doing the right thing. When it got to the point where he was sucking me, I knew I was going to do it too.

The end of the story is a bit of a shame. He wanted more, I was lying naked on his bed and he was getting ready to fuck me. But I couldn't stand this situation any longer. So far, everything was hot, exciting, surprising, new and I enjoyed it all. But then it was too much for me. I couldn't imagine that what was about to happen would get any better. It was too much for me. I said 'no', put my clothes on in a bit of a panic and went out.

I had a 20-minute walk home. I was talking to myself and couldn't believe what was happening to me.

Very similar to me. I quit once he wanted to fuck me.

Did you continue to meet guys?

 

[deleted29814901]

Very similar to me. I quit once he wanted to fuck me.

Did you continue to meet guys?

Of course... The topic is called “FIRST time gay experiences” and not “LAST gay experiences” ;-) Many experiences followed, most of them spontaneous and unplanned. From time to time I will certainly write one or two things here (when I find the right topic).
But in the meantime I am married and...faithful, but i'm fine!

 

[Assman1]

Of course... The topic is called “FIRST time gay experiences” and not “LAST gay experiences” ;-) Many experiences followed, most of them spontaneous and unplanned. From time to time I will certainly write one or two things here (when I find the right topic).
But in the meantime I am married and...faithful, but i'm fine!

Exactly. Most of us worked passed societies BS and said hey, I like this!

 

[Lakeshore]

Love to hear more! I was younger though!

Only thing I have to add is I still occasionally play with like-minded males. We get together every couple of weeks for pleasure using condoms. Can't take anything home.