I am just generally curious on everyone's first experience from a guy's point of view. How long ago was it, what happened, how did you meet the guy, how did it go during, and ESPECIALLY how did you feel afterwards?
I guess the reason i'm asking, is that i'm almost at the point of going through with it, and just wanted to hear your stories first.
please no literotica. serious replies.
I was 14 at the time. I had been skinny dipping with a friend and one thing led to another and I performed my first blowjob. He ejaculated and everything. I remember feeling strange about it realizing that what I did was a homosexual act. Now, 40 years later, I totally accept that aspect of myself and if the situation safely permits I "scratch that itch" without any feeling of guilt or shame.
I made a profile on adam4adam.com and met someone in my area who seemed cool enough to meet. I was nervous at first but after a few minutes of talking it was cool. As far as the sex, it was amazing and I feel glad I finally did it. Since then I have no problem having fun with a guy. Hope that helps.
hope u have a good experiance if u decide to go for it. if u feel strongly enough about it maybe u should, put ur mind at ease. if u hate it at least u would know, move on & chalk it up to experiance. but if u like it.....but i can't say much i haven't done nething with a guy either i'm open to try it under the right circumstances with the right guy. i don't even know where to look for the right guy. i'd be interested to hear the answers too. i'm also kinda interested in hearing how women would handle the same situation. i've gotta admit, that thought turns me on too, but i'm also really interested. i'm interested in sexual awareness & knowledge in general.
Equally curious guy here. My best friend of over 20 years and I are extremely close and seem to be getting a lot closer in the last 6 months or so. We are both married with kids but have also had our fair share of struggles within those relationships. We confide in each other, share our up and downs, no different than any two best friends would. We've never done anything even remotely close to sexual but the 'bro hugs' have turned into full on embrace, long embrace, really holding on to one another, a lot more touchy-feely for lack of a better description, with a lot more emotion and deep feelings, etc. There is a real 'love' there which I don't think is unusual for two really close friends after all of these years but lately it has hints of something more. We've always talked about our personal sexual experiences, since before we were married, and our masturbation habits too, and joked about being together but it has never materialized. Over the years, we've shared a full size bed before, slept in only our underwear, literally shoulder to shoulder, touching, and not afraid to jokingly pinch, poke, cop a feel, what not. We've showered in front of one another, changed clothes, shared clothes, including underwear, and yet never taken the turn toward something sexual although late it feels like there is a whole lot more going on just waiting for one or the other of us to break the ice either by saying something about it or just acting on the feelings. To say i'm confused is an understatement but I am certain that if the opportunity presents itself that I would be 100% willing to experiment with my best friend. Does anyone else feel this way? I do feel like I could talk to my BF about this and perhaps that is what really needs to happen. Of course, I need to prepared to hear him say 'no, i don't feel THAT way' too.
It went fine at the time since I was drunk. The next morning though, I was a wreck. First was the intense shame. I could barely look at him. The guy I had sex with was gay which was another concern. I'm married for one thing and unable to feel 'love' towards a guy. I made it a point to tell him this that day. He was all about the 'sport sex' and had no desire for any relationship, beyond that. Fast forward 15 years to him and my wife screaming at each other over the phone about who gets me. "He's gay and he is in love with ME!!" was what I heard thru the phone. She looks at me and I just shrug, no way babe, just sex. So she tells him to fuck off and I haven't heard from him since, well since I changed my phone number and moved. Just be careful man. My mission in life is to cause no harm. Actually I am a Raging Bull in an emotional China shop causing destruction in my wake. ALL because of my uncontrollable sex drive.
The first time with a guy as an adult ended up with the huge shame feeling. I didn't know about bisexuality at all. It was very confusing. I tend to get together with a lot of guys experiencing their first times with a man. It is very common still for guys to feel this shame feeling to the point of wanting to rush away. The guilt can be huge. I think that if you know that you may experience the shame of a societal taboo that it helps a little. It is amazing that many guys feel this shame feeling even when they intellectually think that they can handle it. The main thing is to give yourself permission and that there is nothing wrong with two guys playing naked to cum.
I suppose it depends on what you consider your "first time". I'm not sure it counts but my actual first time was when I was in elementary school. I seduced a friend into letting me suck his dick. Then we did it regularly to each other for some time. I never felt guilty about it. I just knew it felt good and we didn't want to get caught.
My second first times were a bit different. In my late teens, early twenties I had homo urgings by myself and finally did a little bit of the real thing with some other guys. I didn't feel guilty after, as best I recall, at least when I was at home by myself or with the guys in question. I did feel a bit guilty when I'd go to work later hoping the people I worked with wouldn't find out what I'd been doing. They were like family to me (still are) and I didn't want them to know.
My third first times was some years later closer to my mid 20s and then I had a struggle with it. It usually, but not always, involved drinking. I'd get horny and go man hunting unless the rare girl was available. I'd have at it, but the next day I'd be angry at myself for "fagging off", and scared to death my friends and workmates might find out. I told myself I wasn't a queer and I was supposed to be getting married and having kids. That happened fairly often, but I'd always go back to man hunting after the shame went away.
It wasn't until I had a one night fling with a homo guy that picked me up at a motel that I really didn't feel any shame or embarrassment for what I'd done the night before. I was in my mid to late 30s then. It was the first time I acknowledged I was bisexual and felt ok with it.
Not counting a couple of youthful fooling around incidents, the first time I was with a male as an adult was pretty nice. He was on his knees giving me a blowjob while I was sitting in my easy chair and I asked him to stop and stand up. Seeing his big erect cock in front of my face was too much to ignore so I greedily took him in my mouth and throat. Soon I had my arms wrapped around his waist and ass as he face fucked/throat fucked my mouth until he came in several warm spurts. I swallowed it all and forced his head back down on my cock and came in torrents. Once I got a taste of what it was like to blow another guy, I was hooked. And I am glad I did.
that sounds like good adivse.......funny my curiosity is intellectual too but i guess i have gotta remember an experiance will have an emotional side to it too. if i do decide to go for it sounds like i might feel some kinda shame but right now i feel a kinda frustration for never trying it. which 1 is better to have? lol! but from what i have seen i think i will have no regrets in trying even if it takes awhile to realize it.Originally Posted by tenni
looks like u have had quite a journey! what started off as fun but no big deal kinda got complicated over time. sometimes i wish i had experiance from a younger age so the experiance & understanding could grow with me. i'm kinda behind now if i start now. but i'm sure it's no reason not to start
It's been said- and I know at 59 years old I feel that way- that your biggest regrets in life are over what you didn't do, as opposed to things you did do.
Ok, so I'm going to skip over the past because I've posted about that over and over again. The first time I tried it as an "adult" I loved being in his arms, the warmth, the strength of both of us, the physical affection, desire, and being desired - the smells, pressed close together, nuzzling - the sensation of touch.. It wasn't perfect, but I was very happy that I found someone who loved me, someone I could trust .. and a family who seemed to accept me just for being who I was.
..and then I had to go back home and pretend none of that ever existed..
Eventually I did come out to immediate family and a few close friends, thankfully they were accepting. I learned to say no, and to stop living my life the way I thought other people would want me to live it in order to gain their approval and acceptance. It's a funny thing - because what you THINK other people might want and what they actually believe can be two different things.
I guess I've never regretted caring for people, but most of my relationships to date have been long distance ones..
My first time... link to another post. It went great, and I was really satisfied afterward, but wish I would have done more.
I'll use one word adjectives to describe how I felt:
Naughty
Thrilled
Horny
Happy
No feelings of guilt regret shame at all. I wanted it, I knew that I wanted it, and after my first time I knew I was right about both those things.
My first time with another boy was such an exciting and sexually thrilling experience. We both loved it and we did it again the very next day. And every day after that for the next two weeks or so. We kept on doing it for almost the next six years. Almost every day after school for the first three years, much less often after that. We had four or five encounters that were red hot, intimate, sexually explosive, and wonderful in every other way….
Well I knew what I was getting into! But he made it easy for me by watching porn & getting me ready for it! Loved it & look for to do more often!
many years ago I was at a bar getting drunk, talking to a guy my age, that everyone new was gay, when he bar closed, I met him at his apt. I was drunk but knew what I was doing, anyway after a couple more drinks we ended up in bed together, this was my first experience doing anything sexual with the same sex, I really enjoyed it, but after waking up at home the next day, I was ashamed of myself and thought that doing it was wrong, I went through one hell of a depression, and at that time I absolutley thought that maybe I was deranged, or was sick ( in the head ) suicide crossed my mind, it was terrible cause I had listened to what other peoples thoughts were on homosexuality,
thought to myself, its nobodys business who im involved with as long as im happy with myself, and as far as I believe, same sex is not against gods will or religion at all, its a part of human life depending on what your heart says to you, don't let anyone make your mind up or influence you,
Naughty, exhilarated, happy, aroused, willing........
First homosexual experience was pleasant, felt natural. It was with
a friend who visited. Afterward, it felt natural and without shame.
Second experience was a bit more rushed. There was excitement but still
pleasant. The guy was a stranger. Third experience was also nice. He was
bigger than I had been with before. He was gentle and even allowed for a
bit of romanticism.
Fourth experience was still pleasant, with a friend and his girlfriend.
Fifth was very nice.
it as simply being part of being human, natural. I view heterosexual
experiences the same as well. Have had roughly an equal number of both.
I love sex with either man or woman, especially if there is a bond.
Quickies are fine but not really what I care to enjoy, nor is nsa sex.
Everyone has their own tastes.
After my first time it was like a weight was off my shoulders. I loved the experience and left wanting more. The next day I felt a renewed self confidence. For the next while, a year or so, I felt like I was on the hunt for guys. This has since slowed down a bit lol. The weight off my shoulders feelings and uplifted self confidence surprised me but after thinking about it it made sense. Since a young age of about 10 yrs old I've had attractions to boys and men. As I grew older I became aware these were sexual attractions. I think the weight off my shoulders and new self confidence was a result of finally realizing my bisexual self awareness and accepting it.
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BiBoz49
Live in the moment
My first time as an adult was about five years ago when I was in my late 50's. I have been married for over thirty years and I guess that I was spoiled by the good and varied sex life that my wife and I shared. Early on, there were some threesomes and later, soft swinging and we got into D/s play, bondage and kink - all of which we both enjoyed. Over a period of years though, I found that reading about bi and lesbian sex was arousing and gradually, I gave in to my newly emerging urges and began to read more on m/m sex. When we bought our first VCR, we watched it all including gay videos and our night time reading was sometimes Penthouse Letters and then finally Options magazine, if anyone recalls that little sin filled, decadent book. I came out to my wife that I wanted to try sharing another man with her and I made no secret that I wanted to taste and feel him just as she did but that never got off the ground. I never hid my interest in homosexuality from her and when we enjoyed a bout of soft swinging with two other couples, there was a lot of same sex touching that included the girls as well as us guys until the one relationship went south and my wife called off any more foursome activity.
Fast forward to about seven years ago when the curse of early menopause soon enough brought our sex life to a halt. I never wanted to stray and tried to be content with hand jobs and jerking off but aside from pleasuring myself while watching porn, there was no contact. The hand jobs continued but were tapering off and I began to seek out another married guy with whom to play. I was very particular as to what kind of guy I really wanted and it took two years but I finally found the guy who seemed to be what I wanted - married, in his late 40's, a bi virgin, submissive and he had his life together - no drugs or drinking - a good, masculine looking, stand up guy who had as much to lose as I did if we were ever outed. Really, he responded to my Craigslist ad ( yes, that medium has been known to be effective but rarely ) because he only wanted to be dominated and humiliated and while he said that he would have preferred a woman as he really had zero interest in being with another man sexually, he had been unable to find a Domme natured female with whom he felt secure. So, I agreed to see to his needs with the understanding that I'd respect his limits totally and absolutely and in no way would I attempt to force myself upon him once the session began and he was restrained.. I instructed him to really consider whether I was what he wanted and if so, to hand write what he wanted and did not want in a scene on a piece of paper which I would pick up from him at his work place the next day. Less than 24 hours later, I had his list in hand, read it, committed it to memory and then I burned it, leaving no paper trail what so ever.
Basically, according to his list of do not wants, there was to be no gay play at all - he was straight he insisted and just wanted his submissive needs safely met as if he were with a woman. His foolish wife flat refused to help him live these needs out that were/are needs that most guys in high pressure, stress filled jobs experience sooner or later if they are at all honest with themselves and that is very much the surrendering of authority and relinquishing and decision making as to what should be done or happen to someone else. This is a very deep seated, natural need that for some reason, seems best satisfied in a sexual fashion. His wife selfishly refused his requests saying that such things did not interest her and so, like many other guys ( including myself ) who are left to their own devices sexually speaking, he looked elsewhere. Today, the man she married and who worked hard to give her a good life and provided to raise a family and who I do not think would have ever cheated had she at least tried to help him find the relief he so needed, is a submissive bisexual who has learned to love that which only another man - a Dominant male - can give him.
A week to the day later, we were in a secluded spot back up in the hills in the early September sunshine and I found myself using the experience that I had gleaned during my times with my wife and the knowledge and teaching of the Master who befriended my wife on another man for the first time. This mentor who I was so fortunate to have choose me to teach and pass his knowledge on to was much older than I was and he had spent many hours mentoring me and explaining the common fallacies and misunderstandings as well as many techniques and realities of B&D and S&M to me and using a portion of that knowledge, I was able to put this new initiate through his paces for over two hours. For myself, this scene by itself would prove to be life changing for us both and for myself, it would be a huge release of pent up energy as I could exercise my Dominant side freely for the first time in years even though I knew that there was not much chance of any same sex intimacy. He was naked through it all and I remained fully clothed but when I touched him, wrapping his balls with cord to tightly bind them and slapped his hard cock, I sensed that his resolve to keep this at the level that he wanted was fading. When my fingers closed around his erect, nicely sized and shaped cock, He tried to draw away at first but quickly seemed to be finding the touch of another man to actually be to his liking. I introduced him to being spanked and then the kiss of the riding crop which all seemed to make him very hard and wet as his ass turned a bright cherry red as did his torso and his face - a sure sign of arousal
. We'd been at it awhile and he had been blindfolded and restrained standing spread eagled between two small trees and as I could sense and see that he was cooperating and getting something pretty unique and special from this first time experience, I knew that clearly, this was something that he found to his liking. The rush of natural chemicals through his system had him on a high that can only be experienced in a good scene and his little whimpers and animal sounds as I did sweet, nasty things to what represented his manhood and the incredible hardness of his cock suggested that I was on the right path with him. This was, I realized, probably much more intense and painfully pleasurable than he had ever expected and I worked to make the experience even better for him. Through the entire scene, I seemed to grow hard and then soften but I knew that the front of my pants was soaked through with my precum. Fuck, but this was HOT!!! I made him repeat to me and tell me in his own words that he was really a fucking faggot and a queer sissy boy and told him that if he begged hard enough, I'd maybe put him in panties the next time that he called me and asked to be used and and boy, did he whine and plead when I said those words to him!
I played with his cock, abused it as well as his balls in a sane, safe way, clamped his nipples and used a lot of verbal humiliation and as we were closing it off and he was kneeling at my feet on a blanket in the bright sunshine, blindfolded, collared and cuffed, he outright politely, as I had taught him that submissives are to address their Master, asked permission to speak. I granted it and he asked in a some what trembling voice if I would allow him to suck my cock. I pretended not to hear and started telling to him what a loser he was and how pathetic of an excuse for a man he was, consenting to being there naked with another man and how his wife would be so disappointed if she was to see him. No wonder she didn't want him fucking her with that pathetic joke that he called his cock. I told him that if I had my way, I;d totally strip him of his masculinity and his manhood and turn him into a panty wearing faggot that would suck and fuck who and what ever I told him to. He softly agreed as I placed the bottom of my shoe against his rigid member and pushed it down towards his nuts.He thanked me and asked permission to speak again and I granted it and he asked to please allow him to suck my cock. I told him that only faggots suck cock and that he wasn't even worthy of the label of faggot. He asked again and finally, as I feigned reluctance, I made him tell me why I should allow him to taste my manhood and he responded well, telling me that he wanted to be my faggot and my slave boi and then went on to confess what he wanted to become if I would teach him.
His hands were cuffed behind his back and I moved around, unclipped the metal clip holding the leather cuffs together and standing back in front of this still blindfolded new boi, I told him that well, all right. maybe he had earned the right and to go ahead. His fingers reached for my pants and I slapped them away telling him that he would have to work for it. When he was told to use his mouth and teeth only to get at my meat, he went to work and although I undid the clasp of my pants because some things just can't be done with teeth only, he had his face buried in my crotch and soon enough had my pants open and down using only his mouth. My under wear was a tougher ordeal and I told him that he was useless and pathetic and that any boi worth while would have had my cock in its mouth a lot sooner.
It was actually a turn on, watching him trying to find my cock with out his hands and without seeing anything, but I removed the blindfold as the session had already gone longer than it should have.. His eyes blinked as his vision adjusted to the bright afternoon sun light and then his eyes were fixed on my erect, uncut cock and he froze. He was kneeling there with his own cock rock hard and I had to smile. I had been oozing precum since before we had started so I was soaking wet and as I produce copious amounts of juices, the stuff was everywhere and a string of it that was hanging from my piss slit was draped across his nose and cheek and there he was, gazing in either terror or fascination - I knew not which - at my manhood and he muttered one word - "Fascinating". I asked what was so fascinating and he softly told me an an awestruck tone of voice that I was uncut and he had never seen an uncut cock before.
I told him to look at it closely, to study it and let the image of it burn itself into his mind and he seemed to do just that before he asked again if he could have it. He studied every square centimeter and every vein of my cock, seeming to pay special attention to the foreskin which was partially retracted because of my being erect and so hard to expose the end of my blood engorged, purple cock head. I watched as his mouth opened and he slowly leaned ahead as if savoring the moment, his eyes closing, as he experienced what so many here have learned to love - the feeling of a hard, hot, silky smooth cock sliding into the oral cavity and when he closed his lips around it, I heard a long sigh and then a moan as he began to give his first blow job. his life and mine were forever changed in that split moment as he tasted another man for the first time and I finally experienced the mouth of a willing and very eager new male submissive. I've had women suck me but this was so different and so much more erotic and it felt - well, it just felt natural and right.
I don't know how long he sucked but I did know that even though this was his first time, that he was doing a good job equal to or better than my wife's best efforts. He made movement to touch himself several times as I looked down at my first homosexual lover and each time, I told him no touching. I placed my hands on the sides of his head and guided his movements as he nosily sucked and slurped and I so did enjoy this. He pulled back briefly after awhile and asked if he could please cum and I gave him permission. His hand was on his cock in a flash as he resumed his duties and I made sure that when he did cum, his mouth was full of cock and that was the start of his conditioning. Today, he still asks to come by to play and his orgasms are seldom approved unless he has me in his mouth. There is a method to my madness with that as my mentor taught me and it has worked very well with every boi. A connection forms in the pleasure center of the brain as the boi sucks and while that is in itself quite enjoyable, it becomes linked to the intense pleasure experienced during orgasm and after several times, the boi begins to develop a desire to suck because his mind is being conditioned to associate the feeling of cock in his mouth with the enjoyment and pleasure of ejaculation. This enhances the boi's oral fixation with cock and over time, this works very well to birth and develop a true and willing cock sucker.
I didn't cum - I didn't have to as I was totally satiated and gratified and I knew that I would take care of myself later. He had not really been looking for an experience like that one ended up being and it was too soon to expect him to take my seed. That would come in due time - when he was really ready and asked for it. You see, force is OK up to a point, but I was taught that the best submissives are the ones who are allowed to grow into their new place in life at what they perceive to be a comfortable pace. Many Doms would have just cum in his mouth and demanded that he swallow and maybe he would have. But good bois are formed, nurtured and trained so that they develop a strong desire to remain loyal and faithful and to want and desire to come back for more because they know that they are in a safe place. Three years later, he is still coming back and he has become an excellent cock sucker and he trusts me without question. It takes some sacrifice on the part of the Dom to gain that level of trust but it is well worth it because nothing in this life that is really solid and good and long lasting comes quickly or easily. My adhering to my mentors code now has resulted in me being privileged to currently have three bois in my stable and has afforded me pleasures beyond anything that straight sex or any woman has or I believe, could ever give me. Two of the bois have been with me for several years, the other will be here in a week for his third session and the surrendering of his last cherry to my first boi. Being bred by another submissive will reinforce his knowing that he is less than a real boi and give him the desire to work hard to rise above the position of sub slave. And for boi, knowing that he has been gifted his new stable mates first breeding will confirm to him that he is indeed my favorite but also, it will be his first breeding and the fact that he really is a faggot now will be more firmly impressed upon his conscious and subconscious mind. He still has a sex life with his wife but he has confessed, as has my second boi, that vanilla sex just isn't what it used to be and that he usually has to think about sucking me or his stablemate and being used to really get off. Yet still, they return and seem to have adjusted to the fact that it's just the price of being a submissive boi.
As for what I felt after - wow! What a cock tail of emotions! I'd always had the sense that something was missing from my sex life and I knew as we drove back to town that without a doubt, I had just found the missing part of the puzzle. I really had no real idea that I had just taken the first step on a journey that would see me evolve into what I now am, but I was content, satisfied and felt gratified even without the manifestation of a physical orgasm, because some things just go much deeper than the physical level. I had experienced this at times with my wife when we played and I have earned that the pleasure in a scene for the Dominant, if he is connected to his charge and really values and cares for His pets, is in knowing that you have succeeded in giving them an experience that no one else could ever give them. And the reason that they could never find such an experience with another person is because there is boundless trust and a very deep connection that develops between a Dom and his boi that is very unique and personal. The connection between the Top and the sub grows with each session and as that connection strengthens, the pets will be loyal and yours alone but it takes that connection and honestly, it isn't easy to find and it takes time to develop. There was guilt after and for the first few times with boi ( he still retains that name during playtime ) to where it was sometimes bad to the point of wanting to throw up and rid my mouth of his taste when I will sometimes reward him with some oral after a deed well done.
I am still happily married to my wife but I no longer ask or beg for sex even though there is still a small part of me that longs for it, but that is fading yet I still love her as much as I ever have. She isn't into sex and about a year ago now, I finally started to accept that fact and for the last eight months, there has been no intimate contact of a sexual nature at a;; between us. Yet she seems happy because I do not ask and she doesn't have to make excuses and if any thing, we get along better now than we ever have. I have accepted my fate and the fact that my cock will likely never feel a pussy around it again but I'm good with that too. I know what I am and I'm OK with the fact that my default sexual preference is now homosexual although I really do not look at men with the same adoration and appreciation of beauty and softness that I see in a woman. Could I be romantically involved with another man? Honestly, I do not know, but if there is one, it is my second boi who was with me just yesterday for over three hours. We are close and it felt good yesterday to lay on the bed and hold him close with his head on my shoulder as I gently rubbed his back and stroked his face with my hand as we took a little break in the playing. I find myself wanting to treat him like the submissive cock sucker and boi that he is yet I also like softness and gentleness with him although I am a bit confused as to how he really feels about that. We don't kiss at this point although I'd like to, but he just isn't ready.
It's been a roller coaster ride filled with mind numbing pleasure, frustration, depression and anxiety but the last three are not so much from my current bois, but from the non sense and bull shit of people who say one thing and then do another in this life style. I know that one day, each boi will leave for one reason or another, and so I am usually open to new candidates hence the inter action with what almost exclusively seem to be wanna be's and losers.. If anyone ever tells you that this is easy, then I'd really question how they came to that conclusion because finding quality people who want what I offer is not at all for the weak of heart and spirit. But despite the set backs, it just seems so natural and right and I wouldn't have it any other way now. I have become the very thing that I feared becoming the most just a few short years ago but in the end, I am good with that. Sorry to have gotten off topic and for the long post, but hopefully, something that was said here will mean something and maybe help someone else who is struggling.
In college with my roommate, I felt that it was wrong but it turned me on
I felt great after my first ever gay encounter. I knew I wanted to do it and I was at peace with myself both before and after gay encounter number 1. PS encounter 2 was the very next day and we had at least 100 in total over the next 6 years. Just don't beat yourself up for your gay feelings. In these modern times nobody needs to do that anymore….
I was very young so its probably don't relate to your thoughts. At little strange after for a little while but I got over that feeling real fast.
If I had never done it before, and thought I might want to try I'd go visit one of those XXX video store, go in one of those video booths and feed the porn move. beleive me someone will come in your booth and want your dick he will want to touch you like you've never been touched before. He will want to suck the cum right out of you. If you like it go for it,,, if not just say its not working for you and they will leave you alone. Have fun with it what ever you decide
My first was at 7. I have no idea where I got the idea. I remember discovering jerking off with spit felt good and thinking a mouth would feel nice. I could not reach my own. One day a friend was taking a piss with the door open. Like I was on autopilot I got on my knees and popped him in my mouth. He got hard instantly. I never forgot how good his little hard pecker felt in my mouth. Unfortunately he was shocked at what I did and I found out it was not acceptable. That is when I became afraid and I was much more careful about my desires after that. I had my first experience with a little girl a few months later. As long as we didn't get caught that was acceptable.
My next experience with a guy was at 19. I was at an old fashion adult video arcade when a finger waved at me through the glory hole. I was scared of what might happen. someone might cut it off or something. My hornyness got the better of me. It was absolutely wonderful. The best blow job I had had for most of my adult life. Afterwards I was walking through the magazine racks and an older guy (30s) walked up next to me and told me how beautiful my cock was. I felt like a million bucks.
Now I knew I just needed to find places where it was acceptable to touch other men. I discovered the gay swim club. As fate would have it the same guy was there. I returned the favor and loved it. I went back from time to time. There was something about being in a room with 30 or 40 men having sex that was over the top erotic in those days. That was before HIV and herpes.
There have been many missed opportunities in my life. Ridicule and lost jobs because of it forcing my head down most of the last 30 years. I was married 25 years to a wonderful woman who would not agree to me playing with men. She always knew I was bi. Now I am divorced and free to play. I much more prefer women in an emotional committed relationship. I still think an openly sexual woman is far more attractive than any man. Still I love to suck a cock from time to time. Men to play with are easy to find. All of the men I play with now are bi. Most are married. Almost all of them waited until their late 40s-50 to get up the courage to explore this part of their sexuality. Many of the men I meet is for their first time. They are all happy they did it when they leave. I am selective and get tested every 3 months. I still test negative for everything. Fear and others opinions are worse than anything in real life. How do I feel afterwards? Great! There is something very rewarding and uplifting in giving another person so much pleasure.
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