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Do you remember your first gay sex??? ..I remember as I was comming out to myself, I called one of those numbers in the back of the Villiage Voice.. I forgot his name but he had a huge hottt butt, just the way I like them.. Very little kissing but lotts of fucking..I would just call him up and he would tell me when to come over and I would just pound away..He use to lay in front of a window and just scream.. Of course I was scared but just kept pounding away.. We had good chemistry. My first time with him was very messy.. That was an early session..I saw him a few more times and then I moved on to escorts which have become quite costly.. My first escort was Steve Teron who also got messy but he was totally in shape then....I started to think that it was the way It was suppose to be until my second escort was Alex who was just sooo hot.. I'll quit now as I am getting horny..

Anyone else remember their first love..I mean Fuck

 

Godiva

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*My first time*

the following story involves minors, (me) read with caution.

I was 14, he was my best friend in the whole world, I wanted him!

There had been obvious sexual tension for a couple of years (as there always is with boys entering puberty)

One night he was spending the night at my house, we were in the basement(playing video games) my parents were upstairs sleeping, my sisters were in bed as well. We had stolen a bottle of Everclear (190 proof )alcohol, and had a few drinks, which at that age made us both extremely drunk. I went and got a stash of my fathers magazines that I had nipped from a box in the garage, and had slipped a playgirl in amongst them (I had it all planned: )

We sat there both drunk flipping through magazines, as we had so many times before, when he came to the playgirl. He joked about why my father would have a playgirl, and tossed it casually aside. Then after a few minutes said 'I've often wondered how I size up' and said that we should have a look at the playgirl to check it out....my plan was falling into place: )

we slid closer to each other on the couch and flipped through the magazine, joking all along, when he said 'I don't know why but this is getting me horny' I said bullshit, and he said "look" pointing to his obvious hard on in his pants. (It was HUGE.) I joked that it looked way bigger than the ones in the magazine, he said wanna see? that was that. He whipped it out, it was the most fucking massive thing I'd ever seen, I asked if I could touch it, he thrust his hips forward a bit inviting me. I grabbed it with my hand, it was hot to the touch, and I could barely get my hand around it. He then said let's see yours, I shucked my jeans and pulled it out, he grabbed it and said 'I had no idea you were this big', ( I thought, fuck I'm pathetic compared to yours) he bent over and slid the head into his mouth,I almost shot then and there.

We went into my bedroom, I was starting to worry about someone walking in on us.

We fell onto my bed in 69 I could hardly get the head of his cock in my mouth, this went on for a while, then he said 'do you want to fuck me?' I was shocked, he told me his step uncle had done it once. I wanted to so he bent over, but of course at 14 neither of us had heard of, or thought of lube, so I tried dry shoving it in: ) (for any of you who've met me, you know that that ain't gonna work: ) we gave up on that after some effort.

Anyhow it all ended with me standing, him sitting on the bed and I jacked it until I shot , he licked it up, and I watched him finish himself off.

The next day nothing was said, and he left to go home. That was unfortunatly the last time we spoke. We were both so freaked out by what we had done.

Unfortunate ending to a wonderful experience.

Matt(didn't have sex with another guy after that until he was 24)

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Guest Kevin 2

>Matt(didn't have sex with another guy after that until he was 24)<

But your sure are making up for all those wasted years now! :p

PS Great story also ;-)

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>We had

>stolen a bottle of Everclear

>(190 proof )alcohol, and had

>a few drinks, which at

>that age made us both

>extremely drunk.

 

Matty,

 

And I thought I was the only one who started drinking Everclear at age 14.

 

Later.

 

PS. Isn't it 200 proof?

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I've got you beat by 3 years, Matt. I blew my neighbor (who was 13) in the woods behind our houses when I was 11, as his best friend watched. It was fucking huge (I think) (my mouth was smaller, right?) and his friend called me a "faggot" as he jerked off (don't you love that part?). Never had a repeat with him (nor did we ever speak about it) but the memory, along with an embellishment (a gang rape), got me through my teen angst years with gusto.

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I was 14 when I had my first experience with the 17 year old who lived next door. We had moved in a few months before, and I could look from my upstairs bedroom window into his ground floor bedroom window. He used to come home from school, drop his books on a chair, strip naked and lay down on his bed and jack off. I was completely entranced by him and became an absolute slave to the window activity for about three weeks before he happened to glance up and see the fervid look on my face as I jerked off below the window pane.

At first, he jumped off the bed and yanked the curtains closed. I was completely overwhelmed with shame and scared to death. He was considered a "bad boy" and was always getting into trouble, and he smoked cigarettes, no less.

A few minutes later, I decided I had to peak out the window again, and there he was, standing there in full view, stroking away and grinning at me. I was still freaked. Until he waved me to come over, at which point I nearly passed out with excitement and fear (what a heady mix.)

I stuffed my stiffy into my tight jeans, raced down the stairs, out the door, leaped across the fence between our yards and pounded on the door. He opened it immediately and said, "Hey Homo, wanna' fuck around?"

I remember shaking as I followed him through the house. He was naked (his parents worked late, I guess,)and I remember being amazed at how tan he was and how hairy his legs were right up to his ass cheeks which were then incredibly smooth and round, except for some bristly hair up the crack. He told me to "strip" (the word still gets me hard) and come over and blow him, which is what I tried to do, literally. That is when I understood the euphemism. He leaked all over the place and shot off in a matter of minutes. I was hotter than a whore on pay day, and the minute I touched my dick, I exploded.

He then got some vaseline, rubbed it on his dick and laid on top of me, rubbing his still hard dick up through the crack of my ass. It was just about the most natural thing I think I had ever done to that point. I just knew I had to have it in me, and that's right where it went. It hurt like a sonuvabitch at first, and I thought I was going to scream. But between those hairy legs rubbing against mine, that dick sliding in and out, his hot skin and my dick pressed into his bedspread, it was all over in a matter of moments.

He basically ignored me all the time, but every once and awhile, he invite me over and we'd do it again. I felt like I'd finally found something that I could do right.

Sorry this is so long, but I kind of got into remembering it. Its been a while ago, like 1969 or so.

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Guest cp8036

For me, was when I was 10-11-12... especially during camp outs with Boy Scouts. Kinda ironic how anti-gay they are now.

 

I think most boys around 10-12 experiment with other boys. Seems most guys, especially heteros, never admit to this. During our overnights, or at my friend's basement we mostly did j/o and oral stuff. We never kissed, and were too afraid to fuck. Guess difference for me was that I kept wanting to play around with my buddies, but they started to develop interest in girls.

 

Once high school hit, all this play was over. Then I dated girls too, as this was easy, and expected for high school guys. I fantisized about guys and sex with guys, but I had no idea how to find gay teens, sex, info on being gay, and so on. Next gay encounter was when I was 22. In the 70's I was quite isolated in the Chicago suburbs. There wasn't any internet or popular media starts that acknowledge gays. My only imagine of a gay man was Bill Crystal on Soap.

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My first gay sex, as opposed to fooling around with other boys, came in my late teens when I was picked up in a public men's room by a young man in his twenties. He asked if I was gay; I had never heard the term (this was long before Stonewall) and I thought it was a quaint way of asking if I was happy about this turn of events, so of course I said yes. He took me home and in the course of an afternoon introduced me to all the standard practices--believe it or not, it had never occurred to me that one could be fucked in the ass! It was also the first time I ever kissed another man, and I found that more erotic than anything genital. At the end of the session when I told him it was my first time, he was amazed and said "I thought you said you were gay!?" That's when I finally learned the meaning of the word.

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My first gay experience was when I was about 12 or 13 and was with an uncle (by marriage not by blood) he was in his early 30s. I used to baby sit for them and afterwards he would drive me home. Apparently he had seen me fooling around with a couple of other boys, just the usual touching and j/o rountine. One night as he was driving me home he brought up the incident and I was absolutly terrified, but he reassured me that he wasn't going to tell my parents. He asked me if I would like to feel a real man's cock and he took my hand and guided it to the hugh bulge in his pants. Of course I pulled my hand away fast, but he said it was OK and not to worry about it. He then unzipped his trousers and took it out, I thought it was the biggest cock ever, well it was the biggest I had ever seen, (for a 12 year old anyway). And I just couldn't resist touching it and playing with it, he began to encourage me with the sounds coming from him. And before too long he shot a great load. The next time he drove me home, he pulled off the road, and we talked for a while about gay sex, and he took my trousers down and, began to play with my cock and suck on it, I just couldn't believe the pleasure this gave, pretty soon I wanted to suck on his, which, of course, is what he wanted all along. It tasted great!! And here was my first taste of cum. This became the routine every time he took me home. After a few weeks of this, he asked my parents is I could babysit while my aunt was away and stay overnight, of course they said yes, however he wasn't going out. He told me he was going to introduce me to some other aspects of gay sex, after the children were sound asleep, he leant over and began to kiss me, wow, this was even greater, I could feel something happening inside me, I knew that I wanted more of this. He slowly undressed me, and himself, and after a spending a while doing the usual, he guided me hands over his body, while he carresed mine and gradually began to talk about my ass, and began to finger it, slowly inserting a finger inside me, and when he saw that I was going nuts with pleasure, began to slide his finger deeper inside, perhaps that is way having my ass fingered still drives me crazy. I didn't realise that he was preparing my ass to take something else. Soon he began to say how much he wanted to put his cock inside me, but only if I wanted him to, by then I wanted anything he could give me. And for the next several hours he fucked me, again and again. It hurt like hell at first, but it was a pleasurable pain. We even slept together that night. Our relationship continued on and off for several years, well into my late teenage years. I still look back on the experience with fondness, he was a great teacher and I have never viewed it as abuse or him as being a pediophile. He knew I was gay, and he knew what I wanted, he never threatenned me or ask me to keep it a secret, it was just a great experience.

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Fantasy & Rape!

 

i wonder if this really happened.

 

i do NOT wonder whether it was rape; it most certainly was and i would be equally concerned for this rapists' children. i am usually very open-minded and see no problem with older men and older teens who willingly engage in mutual exploration.

 

i'm calling this one like i see it.

 

jizz

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