Describe your very first kiss.

[Merboy]

I'll go first.  It was my 23rd birthday - 2008, a few months before the election that made Barack Obama president.

My friend Brandon takes me to a gay resort and we go have a nice dinner at the restaurant.  I think the music that was playing was something from "A Chorus Line" - maybe "At the Ballet".

Anyway, it was the same resort that as a member of the local gay youth group I joined in 2005, I ate lunches for free.

All of a sudden from the corner of my left eye, I see a back.  Yes, a back.  And it is the best fucking back I've ever seen - just very muscular, buff, and broad shouldered - and I knew right away this dude was ripped.  I really had to get that tight grey shirt off of him.

So Brandon takes me down to the little bar down by the lake.  It kinda has this Friday the 13th vibe going on because by now it's getting pretty late and it's a school night I think.  I have a college class in the morning - Human Sexuality (;

Well, I see that dude - and omg he is breathtakingly gorgeous.  He looks like the boy that worked at the local Abercrombie and Fitch store at the mall - but only hotter and more buff than even he was.

I was feeling very daring that night because I just waltzed up to him and took a seat to his left.  I kinda turned a little to check him out, but once he caught me staring, I quickly looked the other way.  I think he liked that - thought it was cute, and wholesome.

So we started to talk - Brandon and the bartender, a nice married man that made homemade soap with his hubby, and me and this guy.  I find out he's from that college in Syracuse and his breath smells AMAZING.  Maybe it's the fruity drink he's got.  He asks if I'd like a drink.  I say no because I don't drink alcohol.  I joked that I was a member of the Christian Women's Temperance Union.  He liked that.

He asked if I'd like to dance, and I said no.  I didn't know how to dance.

Eventually the conversation - as it usually does in these places - turned to sex.  He asked if I was seeing anyone.  I said I was a virgin who hadn't even be kissed.  I could see the bulge in his tight shorts popping up.  That definitely turned him on.  It was also 100% true.

Well I walked Brandon out and was planning on leaving with him back to the campus, but I overheard Sex on a Stick tell the bartender that he wanted to take a dip in the hot tub.  OMG.  Shirt was definitely coming off.  Yes!  So I did something very brave: I told Brandon I'd stay back and that I'd catch a ride with someone.  Who that someone was I had no fucking clue, but I was not going to miss out on watching this gorgeous man take his clothes off.

I said goodbye to Brandon and thanked him for the lovely dinner he paid for.  He said to be careful, be safe.  I gave him a big hug and watched the car drive down the road and into the woods.

I walked back to where the lake was and that guy (let's call him Josh) emerged out from a bush and scared the shit out of me.  He gave me a very salacious grin with one side of his mouth, then adjusted the towel around his waist.  Then I realized this guy was everything I had ever dreamed of for the past four years of college.  Holy shit, he was hot as hell.  His body was all steamy and underneath the steam was like drops of hot water trickling down his pecs and onto his abs.

So I made another joke: "So I guess you work out, huh?"

"C'mon into the hot tub.  I know you want to."  Then he stepped an inch closer to my face.  "I know you want me."

Oh good lord.  I was a very wholesome, sweet, Catholic country boy and was not at all used to this.  I didn't know what to do so I just shrugged.  He took the initiative and grabbed my hand and led me to the hot tub.  There was a couple from I think one of the former Soviet Bloc countries making out.

Josh just started taking off my clothes and I froze.  I said I could wear my T-shirt and undies in the tub, but then he whispered in my ear, "I think it'll be more fun like this."

Okay then... now keep in mind I have not had my first kiss yet and I just turned 23 that afternoon.

So then Josh and I sit next to each other along the side of the hot tub.  I can't make out the Eurocouple from the other end, but I think one of the dudes is fucking the other.  We can hear moaning.  I turn to Josh and omg that face is so handsome, like an old movie star from Classic Hollywood, but with the body of a Chippendale dancer.

Josh looks at me intensely and then says: "You could be a male model."  He then reaches for my glasses and peels them off.  I can't see without them, but it made Josh even more attractive because all I could see was a REALLY HOT man who looked delicious in the water.

I told him I was nervous, and he smiled.  I told him I had never been kissed before, and then after a few moments of him staring at me, he just moved in and gave me my first kiss.  It was a French kiss - his tongue went deep into my mouth, and my instant reaction was to hop onto this guy and use all my power to take control of his body.  I licked his pecs, his abs, and then got down to his cock and just feasted on that for a minute.

Then I told him to fuck the shit out of me, and he said "Hold on".  I guess he was going to grab a condom.  Then I never saw him again.  Apparently he was actually a bottom and was getting fucked in the (cold) pool.  It took me a whole year to get over him.

[maninsoma]

I was a Freshman in college, living in a dorm.  I went to a meeting of the campus gay students' group.  After the meeting, a bunch of people said they were going out for pizza at a place about a 15 minute walk from campus (as I recall -- it's been over 40 years).  Someone in the group started chatting me up as we left, and then offered me a ride to the pizza place.  I started to get worried as we drove farther and farther -- I knew the pizza place wasn't that far away.  I asked the guy why we were driving so long and he said, "You don't really want to go for pizza, do you?  Why don't we head back to my place?"  I agreed even though I was still a bit uneasy that I was in some stranger's car and had no idea where I was.  We eventually got to his place and after a very short time he sat down next to me, leaned in, and started kissing me.  I vividly recall my feelings about it because it was both exciting and disgusting -- the former because I liked finally kissing someone and the latter because he was a smoker and his mouth tasted disgusting.  Not long after that we were in bed 69ing.  I think we had a total of four dates.

[Merboy]

1 hour ago, maninsoma said:

I was a Freshman in college, living in a dorm.  I went to a meeting of the campus gay students' group.  After the meeting, a bunch of people said they were going out for pizza at a place about a 15 minute walk from campus (as I recall -- it's been over 40 years).  Someone in the group started chatting me up as we left, and then offered me a ride to the pizza place.  I started to get worried as we drove farther and farther -- I knew the pizza place wasn't that far away.  I asked the guy why we were driving so long and he said, "You don't really want to go for pizza, do you?  Why don't we head back to my place?"  I agreed even though I was still a bit uneasy that I was in some stranger's car and had no idea where I was.  We eventually got to his place and after a very short time he sat down next to me, leaned in, and started kissing me.  I vividly recall my feelings about it because it was both exciting and disgusting -- the former because I liked finally kissing someone and the latter because he was a smoker and his mouth tasted disgusting.  Not long after that we were in bed 69ing.  I think we had a total of four dates.

omg i love this... and i love u.

[jeezifonly]

[+ Coolwave35]

Sadly, I have no recollection of my first kiss…. 
 

iIt was 16 -18 years ago I think. It was after high school for sure. It may have been after college. It is VERY possible it was with the man I lost my virginity to, but I honestly can’t remember. There have been many great make out sessions since I came out, but the genesis of my love for kissing escapes me. 

[+ sync]

Italian...mamma mia!

[+ IronMaus]

I was 8 years old and downstairs in my parents house with my 11yo neighbor. He got me in the storage closet and said he was going to teach me out to French kiss. He told me to spit in his mouth. Confused and probably aroused, I did as he told me. Then he returned the favor. Apparently this was a segue to get his dick sucked. So I did that too, definitely aroused, and thankfully he returned the favor.

This wasn't the most accurate introduction to kissing and was probably confusing for my subsequent childhood sexual partners - but it definitely laid the ground work for my adult sex life.

20 years later when spitting into each others mouths became a more common variety of oral interaction, I thought about my childhood neighbor to myself, "ooooooh that's what he was going for...where the hell did he learn that?"

[+ Charlie]

I was 17, and had been picked up in a public men's room near Times Square by a guy who said he was 18 (he probably was a few years older, because in retrospect he seemed much too experienced to be that young). He was slender, a little taller than I was, with dark hair and beautiful blue eyes. He took me back to his room somewhere on the lower East Side. I had never done anything sexual with another guy, so I left all the initiative to him. We took off our clothes, and then to my surprise, instead of sucking or fucking, he took me in his arms and started kissing me, and soon his tongue was in my mouth. I had never imagined that kissing was part of sex between males, but I found it so exciting that I almost came without either of us touching our cocks. However, he stopped as soon as he realized how excited it made me, and took me to bed to teach me all the other things we could do with one another. After we had sucked one another and fucked one another, and both of us had cum, we lay beside one another for a few minutes. Then I said, "Can we kiss again?" He rolled on top of me and started to gently kiss me, and in a minute I was rock hard again. And so the dance continued for another hour, until I realized that I had to get back home. He wrote his name ("Michel"} and phone number on a matchbook and gave it to me, but I never saw him again. I still have the matchbook in a box of mementos.

[Prime38]

I was 8 years old and for some reason one of my sister's 13 year old friends wanted to try kissing on me. So she leaned in and kissed me, but then pulled right away from me saying that I put my tongue in her mouth. I don't recall doing this or having that thought to do it, I didn't even know what French Kissing was at that point.

But it all worked out, I became queer and she had her first French Kiss, so we all won something!

[+ Italiano]

I was 12 or 13, I was with a girl my age on an Italian beach (summer vacations with family) at night, and she told me she would teach me to kiss. I was a bit apprehensive. We laid down and she put her tongue in my mouth and started to twirl it inside, and even if I didn't find it pleasurable at all I did the same. I French kissed few girls until I was 18 when I met this Hungarian guy in a porn movie theatre in Paris (trip from Milan with straight friends, we had a day off from each others and I went to Pigalle, which back then was the Red Zone..) who took me to his dorm and showed me what fabulous sex in between men was. Will never forget the feeling of our intense kissing, among other things!

Edited August 30, 2021 by Italiano

[Merboy]

On 8/29/2021 at 9:57 AM, jeezifonly said:

Love James Cagney.  What an actor!  We named our Golden Retriever puppy after him when I was 13.

On 8/29/2021 at 12:47 PM, IronMaus said:

I was 8 years old and downstairs in my parents house with my 11yo neighbor. He got me in the storage closet and said he was going to teach me out to French kiss. He told me to spit in his mouth. Confused and probably aroused, I did as he told me. Then he returned the favor. Apparently this was a segue to get his dick sucked. So I did that too, definitely aroused, and thankfully he returned the favor.

This wasn't the most accurate introduction to kissing and was probably confusing for my subsequent childhood sexual partners - but it definitely laid the ground work for my adult sex life.

20 years later when spitting into each others mouths became a more common variety of oral interaction, I thought about my childhood neighbor to myself, "ooooooh that's what he was going for...where the hell did he learn that?"

Dude was ahead of his time 🙂

[Merboy]

On 8/29/2021 at 4:11 PM, Charlie said:

I was 17, and had been picked up in a public men's room near Times Square by a guy who said he was 18 (he probably was a few years older, because in retrospect he seemed much too experienced to be that young). He was slender, a little taller than I was, with dark hair and beautiful blue eyes. He took me back to his room somewhere on the lower East Side. I had never done anything sexual with another guy, so I left all the initiative to him. We took off our clothes, and then to my surprise, instead of sucking or fucking, he took me in his arms and started kissing me, and soon his tongue was in my mouth. I had never imagined that kissing was part of sex between males, but I found it so exciting that I almost came without either of us touching our cocks. However, he stopped as soon as he realized how excited it made me, and took me to bed to teach me all the other things we could do with one another. After we had sucked one another and fucked one another, and both of us had cum, we lay beside one another for a few minutes. Then I said, "Can we kiss again?" He rolled on top of me and started to gently kiss me, and in a minute I was rock hard again. And so the dance continued for another hour, until I realized that I had to get back home. He wrote his name ("Michel"} and phone number on a matchbook and gave it to me, but I never saw him again. I still have the matchbook in a box of mementos.

Did you happen to live in New York City as a teenage boy with your family?  Was he French by any chance?

Also, I think two boys kissing is one of the most arousing mental images there can be.  Even more so than the fucking or the sucking. 

Men kissing is beautiful, Just incredibly beautiful.

[+ Charlie]

I lived in the suburbs, but went into Manhattan looking for adventure. Although the name he gave me was French, I have no idea if it was his real name--he may have just liked the slightly exotic sound of it; a few years later I had an affair with another young man who looked very much like him, who called himself "Gino," until I discovered his name was actually Raymond.