How old were you??????

I remember being curious about guys early in my pre-adolesence, but never did anything about it. I was very interested in girls though. I had a stp sister who was a little older and I remember lying on my bed, naked with the door open hoping she'd come in, but she never did.

Then when I was in college, ag about age 19, I went to a Gay bath. I think I must have known it was a gay bath. I went in, stripped down, put a towel around my waist and explored. I got gropped in the sauna, got sucked by a guy in the darkness of a steamroom while other guys were sucking and fucking all around us. I pushed him off and went down on him - my first time with a cock in my mouth.

Then I walked out,showered briefly and went into the whirlpool. I watched two guys make out while they played with each other under the bubbling water. I walked around and was approached by a guy who had me follow him into the open room - filled with red mats - guys in various combinations were all around the room. We sat in the middle and ended up in a 69 position. We bothcame in each others mouth. It was a fantastic experience, but guilt set in and I left quickly and never went back. That was in the 60's and I have thought frquently about repeating the experience.

Mike

16 when had my first m/m experience...was 14 when had first m/f experience....can't remember exactly when had first mmf, but there was no touching between the m's lol he wasn't into that...lol would be nice to get into one of them or a FFM.

First time with male: around 9, totally consensual, fun, and cool as hell, lasted until... well, we still get together from time to time!!

First time with female: 23, in college. Major denial as to my bi-ness, but my second female (whom I married) brought out the good side of me!!!

I was 7 for my first f/f. She was my best friend. She used to hump my butt... Hahaha. I never understood why until years later. Then probably at age 9 I licked her hood. Not her clit but her hood. She wanted me to lick "down there" and she was standing up so I did, but I didn't quite know where to lick... Hahaha...

My first m/m was oral I was about 9 and he was probably 15. He didn't get hard, guess I didn't know what I was doing... It didn't last but 2 or 3 minutes. I remember having a huge crush on him. It was my best friend's brother.

If those young encounters "don't count," my first f/f encounter was when I was 17 with my best friend (new best friend) in high school. I used a dildo on her and fingered her.

My first m/f experience was when i was 16 with my first boyfriend. He fingered me. And a few weeks later we made love for the first time.

Started at 7 or 8 M/M wise.... typical sleep over with another friend, put a tent in the yard and both of us slept in the same sleeping bag, Laying there talking one or the other "accidently " brushed a hand against one another and that started a conversation about sex... things we would do and wouldn;t do. At that age, girls were kind of "yucky" and boys seemed to be more friendly and playful... at least according to our logic. we ended up stripping off our clothes and hugging "very nice" We then remebered our stach of porno we had stached behind my dad's garage , we had the typical playboys and even a couple of gay porno "hardcore" mags we found while hiking thru the fields near our house's. So it was kind of lets try this...(the picture in the magazine). neither of us were able to cum, and just the feeling of someone touching you was great. We tried all the positions, of course not realising at that point that "tab A was to be inserted into slot A" We ran around bareassed all over the neighborhood and had a wonderful memorible night. I don;t think we slept at all that night.

First M/F was about 9, Jennifer was a girl that lived in my uncle's apartment complex. her mom was a nudist and would always walk around her apartment nude. her name was cathy, My uncle was very friendly with cathy and was there more than I was... he was a nudist too by the way. Everyone at some point or another was nude and jennifer and I would play house while my uncle and cathy were playing husband/wife. WE would sneak over and peek in on the 2 of them and watch. Then, go back to her room and try the things we saw. Jennifer would do everything just the way her mom did.... she had a real good memory and would make sure I followed "exactly" what she told me. orally she was a lot better at it than was initally was......."maybe she had experience"


The boys name was Paul, and paul and I continued our "relationship" well into our late teens, even after when we came accoss one another when we were back from college.

jennifer and myself one day invited paul over, and we all played doctor... by then I think I was the ripe old age of 10. Now paul was alway more bottom inclined and love having about anything put inside him, And jennifer was more than willing to accommidate him. I liked it too, a little, but he was truly a bottom, even to this day.

Jennifer and her mom Cathy moved away when I was about 13 and I have never seen or heard from her since. and Paul died in a car accident when I was about 25.

there we other boys (men) and girls (women) along the way thru puburity but the most memorible was Myself, paul and occassionally jennifer.....

It's very interesting reading everyone's tales of their firsts.

My first sexual experience of any kind with another person was with another boy--I was ten and he was nine.

He lived next door to me. It was a very hot summer's day --kind of overcast and humid so it was not all that nice of a day to be outside and since our home had something that was rather rare in those days (the late 60s)---central air conditioning--my house was a popular place to hang out on such days.

My parents were working and one of my grandmothers lived with us to take care of me and my baby sis.

The baby slept alot and so did grandma, so I had lots of time to myself.

On this one day, my neighbor buddy came over to play ---I had this great room for a kid---my closet was pretty big--or so it seemed as a young kid. It was where I liked to play because I had this combination race car and electric train track combo set up on this big ledge in the closet---it was also a place I liked to play a "new game" in which I would paint my body with some stuff I had found at my favorite place to buy toys.

The stuff was called "Lightening Bug Glow Juice" I don't know what it was but it was this thick white gooey stuff---it did look kind of like semen---that you could put on your skin-- if you exposed it to the light for a few minutes then shut out the light ---the stuff glowed up green.

I had been putting the stuff on my little body when naked--put it on my face---on my nipples, belly and little mushroom cock.

On this day--my neighbor buddy and I got naked and we painted it on each other--then we "wrastled" and pretended our little cocks were "swords"---I don't remember how we wound up getting naked together though.

We did try to suck each other and he liked to rub his butt on my little prick. Being the ages we were--neither of us had yet entered puberty so nothing happened but it still felt good just to be touching another body and having someone touch you.

We started playing like this on many occassions that summer and one night he spent the night with me in my backyard "fort". We walked all around the yard naked for a time and we wound up hugging and kissing too.

He moved that next winter and I never saw him again--but I have often thought about those times he and I "played" over the years.

My next sexual experience with another person was also with a guy when I was 15--but that is the topic of another posting.

I was 13 when i first had a cock in my ass!

I was about 13 when I had my first m/m. Then a couple years later my best friend and I started having regular rounds whenever we stayed the night at each others house. I always knew I was bi, but i didn't fully embrace it till about a year ago. I'm almost 25 and now I feel like I know exactly who I am. :bigrin:

14 (male of us) 22(female of us)

The first time I played with a guy I was 14. It was with a neighbor boy, we were the same age...well, he was a year or two older. It was primarily being nude with each other, and light touching of each other. That stirred up a lot of thoughts. Then didn't have another encounter until I was 18 and in the military. Nice experience.

Like 'bimetalguy', I have been having desires for several years, and didn't fully embrace my feelings until a few years ago.

18 in college with dorm mate.

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I was 11 and it was M-M and haven`t stopped since yet I got married and am bi.

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Wow, dude... Most guys I know (in a small town, mind you) think my first M-M experience at 14 was early! I hope yours was with a good friend, like mine was... ;)

I was 12 and it was with my brothers friend M/M

I was 12 and it was with my friend next door. It continued until college.

first time with a female I was 17 she was 15. Yes we were in love we dated for 3 years before anything happened.
I was always a good boy. Just the way I was raised.

First time with a man 44-Oh my god why did i wait so long to act on my feelings? Once again it was the way I was raised.


How can a man turn me on so much?

I was 15, fresh out of the shower from basketball practice, cold nite car pulled over asked if I needed a ride.Best choice that I ever made. He was the Music teacher at my school we parked in an isolated place and he gave me books to look of guys doing guys. Little did he know that I had been reading those books for months and wanting to do those things. He removed my pants and began kissing my thighs and then it happened, I have been doing it and recieving it ever since. What a joy.

12, but it was a bad experience.

-Roger

Since I have been on this site, many people have asked this, and I am not sure how to answer because the first times were not happy times. The experience was very confusing. I did not understand why I had attracted that kind of attention... how did they pick me out, bidar? Actually at the time I was thinking "gaydar." Anyway, since then I have some remarkalbe and extremely erotic experiences. The good experiences started at age 26.

M: young F: young mmf 17 mff 18 i think!

well when i was 10/11 i discovered gay porn on the net and was horny up by it and with that i discovered masturbation kept thinking about first MM for yrs but when i was 18 i met a guy from a chat room and well it started there and never looked back, im now 19

i had my first experience with a woman almost a year ago at age 26 and i loved it!

Confused fumbling in a tent aged 11. Proper sex with another man, 35. Why did I wait so long?

I was about 9 when my best friend showed me how to jackoff. I was amazed at how good it felt. Then, I was 11 when a much older neighbor let me sit behind the steering wheel of his car while he sat on the passenger side. He pulled his cock out of his pants and showed me his hardon. He asked me to put it in my mouth and I thought okay. But my mother came out of the house and started calling for me. It was much later, when I lived in Houston, Texas that I finally had the opportunity to experience a good, m2m experience.

Must have been 11 or 12 with a guy...Mutual J/O...Show me I'll show you...yadda yadda...Real sex with a gal at 13. With a guy 16...Pick-up by an older guy...Very hot !!!

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Must have been 11 or 12 with a guy...Mutual J/O...Show me I'll show you...yadda yadda...Real sex with a gal at 13. With a guy 16...Pick-up by an older guy...Very hot !!!

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I bet it was hot Voodoo. Bet they got a surpise when you whipped that cock of yours out to...

I was 8 the first time i was with a girl. We to was playing house. She was older 10 i think. I knew than how much i like girls. It was great. :bibounce: (((Always be true to yourself))) :female:

My friend and I were both 12, we went “camping” overnight in his back yard. We sucked each others cocks but didn’t get off. I thought about it many years before I tried it again at 57. Wish I hadn’t waited so long.

Mine was also a camping experience in the back yard. He was 15 and I was 13. He told me about this really cool thing that happens when your rub yourself for a while! So we touched each other (not to orgasm unfortunately) and I remember how (to this day) I was turned on by how big he was. Only happened once and next time was when I was 51!

I was 22 or 23 my first time with a same sex partner

When I was 18 an older woman (well, she was 19, but way ahead of me) relieved me of my virginity. She was an evangelical preacher's daughter, no less, and a really good person. But that's a story for another day.

First experience with a man was nearly 20 years ago. I was 23; he was 46. We were together for maybe three weeks (like an idiot, I let it drop) and in fact it's still my only gay relationship/experience, though I find myself wanting it very much now. The other week I wrote an account of the first time for my strictly-gay cousin, and in case anyone's interested I'll attach it here, as I don't have the time at the moment to edit and shorten it:

"This was when I was still in college and had a part-time job in the music library. People would come up to the service desk, ask for the tape they wanted and for a set of headphones. I (or whoever else was on the desk) would step into the back room, get what they'd asked for, and bring it to them. It was a good job in the sense that on slow nights you could essentially be paid for reading or studying. Anyway, Dan (not his real name) was a full-time employee there. He and I were often working the same shift and we became good working friends – we’d cover for each other, joke, and to some extent discuss the gay life because he was very much ‘out’. He was running a bit to flab but with very solid muscle underneath.

I'd just broken up with my girlfriend and was pretty shaken up about it. I'd also had a mostly low-level but persistent interest in guy-on-guy love, since I was twelve (not counting my childhood love, sadly unrequited, for Batman's pal Robin). Anyway, Dan's timing couldn’t have been better.

He'd tell me mouth-watering tales about this or that guy he had been with, and I actually found myself becoming jealous of those other guys. By this point it wouldn’t be going too far to say that I craved him, & when he was around I got serious stomach butterflies. I was too shy to proposition him -- what if he turned me down and we still had to work together? (I know, so what? but that was then....) So I was pretty excited when he suggested I come to his place that Saturday night for a home-cooked dinner. I don’t remember much about my preparations for this except that I self-administered an enema, just in case. A former Cub Scout, I'd had "Be Prepared" drummed into me.

Anyway, his apartment had a balcony and the sun was still up so we got lots of sunlight and, in due course, sunset, which made for a pretty romantic setting. The meal was great, we had fun talking, but as the evening wore on I began to suspect I might have been horribly wrong about his intentions, because he didn’t make a move for me. I, however, was not going to leave unf**ked if I had anything to say about it. So I started to punctuate my side of the conversation with little pauses in which I just looked into his eyes, holding contact a little longer than usual. At some point we got up and walked out to the balcony. More pregnant pauses, more looks from me. Then we stepped back in, me first, him following. Once we were both in I just turned around, looked up into his eyes, smiled and said nothing -- I couldn't have been less subtle. His arms went around me, we kissed – at first just light, playful kisses, then one deep, luscious one – while our hands wandered over each other. We were both pretty hard at that point.

Next thing I remember I was on my back on some futon-like thing, right there in the dining room where we’d eaten, while he’d padded off to the washroom for his prep. I lay there expectantly and (sorry this sounds like a Harlequin, but I’m telling it like it was) my heart was pounding. After a couple of minutes he came back into the room wearing only his briefs and carrying a towel, a pillow and lube. His cock wasn’t over-large, which was fine with me, but I could see it was very stiff under the briefs. I sat up, holding eye contact, and slowly slipped the briefs down. At this point his freed cock sprang up and hit me on the underside of the nose – we both giggled. I went to take it in my mouth and managed to get close enough for a few licks, but he pushed me down, not brutally but with real firmness – I remember he pinned both my shoulders to the futon, hovering over me, and asked me if this was my first time with a man. When I nodded – I think I’d lost my voice by then -- he said, almost as if explaining something to a child, that he would go slowly and gently, with lots of lube, but that if it hurt I should tell him and he’d withdraw. I nodded a second time, he let my shoulders go, lifted my ass and hips, shoved the pillow beneath them, and then, rearing back on his knees, quickly applied what looked like a huge glob of K-Y to his cock, leaving the rest on his right hand. He moved closer into position over me and pressed his lubricated thumb flat against my anus, working it up and down and back and forth. I closed my eyes. Then he slowly – very slowly -- inserted one, then two lubed fingers, moving them up and down inside me, not like a surrogate cock but massage-style. I suppose he found my prostate but whether he did or didn’t I was loving it and tried to give his fingers little welcoming hugs by contracting my sphincter. I had my eyes open and was looking into his again. He smiled a little and nodded slightly – I think the message was “you’re ready, here goes”, and then gently lowered himself down on his knees with (I think) one palm pressed firmly on my ass and entered me, watching very carefully for signs of pain. I remember being surprised at feeling none at all, just a very full, satisfying pressure. I was also surprised and pleased that he didn’t flip me over – I'd assumed that gay sex was always doggy-style, but I really needed more intimacy than that for my first time. I remember breathing in lungfuls of air and letting them out a few times to relax myself further, and on the exhalations I had a strong sense that he was going deeper. Satisfied at last that I wasn’t made of crystal, he lowered the upper half of his body on to me without crushing me and began thrusting, still slowly, holding himself back for my sake and maybe for his too. I don’t remember this part well as my sensations were mostly down below -- I think he supported himself somewhat on his elbows but in a way that still enabled him to cradle my shoulders with his hands, which was magnificent. My own were rubbing up and down his sides and back and I remember grazing him with my nails. On his pushing-in strokes especially I kissed or nipped him on his left trapezius muscle or any other place I could get at. After a minute or so I was more confident and told him he didn’t have to be so gentle, I was OK, he could go harder, a lot harder if he liked. So he built up a head of steam very quickly after that, and I had the wonderful feeling of being well and truly pounded by a man who could control me with a touch but could no longer contain himself. He came with several long grunts -- no words, no scream. Then he put his head down somewhere around my collarbone, so that the left side of his face was lying on me, and I stroked his hair with my right hand, playing with it aimlessly, not saying a word, just floating (though I had not, of course, come). He raised himself up again and we spoke quietly for a few minutes at most while he softened and slipped out of me. When he popped out we both said “oops” and laughed quietly, on my part a real tension relieving, let-it-all-out laugh. I remember he said to me how good it was that someone my age wanted to fuck him, and I said something on the order of “Dan, why WOULDN'T I?” and kissed him again, quickly and hard, maybe half-a-dozen times. A moment or two later he stood up and walked to the bathroom. I followed him. He threw me a backwards glance and asked if I wanted a turn doing him. I told him honestly that I wasn’t hard enough to do so -- I was still kind of overwhelmed (and truth is, I think I'm mostly a bottom). Amazingly (looking back on it), he had done me bareback. I got tested several months later and was disease-free, a lucky break. I'm glad no condom was involved that first time, since I at least got to know the feel of skin on slippery mucous membrane. Nowadays, though, I'm a fiend for safety.

Over the next few weeks he taught me a lot, but then I exited the relationship fearing that I might get to like it TOO much. As I said: what a dolt! As it turned out, I stayed mostly straight though 'more than incidentally gay' as well. Every so often I'd see a guy on the subway or whatever and literally couldn't take my eyes off him; but I had girlfriends most of the time, so I never felt an overwhelming necessity to explore gay sex again -- until a few months ago, when my need for it came on really strong. I'm not rushing, but I'm confident it'll happen when it happens...& preferably this year! :)"