Your First Gay Experience

[BiBottomBoy]

When was it? How did it happen?

For me I was 19 and living in France.  First semester I was living with a family alone as an exchange student. But second semester I got moved - got a bigger room but also a room mate.

About a month into being roommates we went out and got drunk. When we got back he started kissing me.  That night I blew him. The next day he bought a bag of weed, we got stoned and I nervously let him fuck me.

What about you guys?

[numerito]

When I was around 15-16 and had an avid teenage sexual appetite, I had a serious infatuation with my best friend, a very cute blond blue-eyed boy, my age. A real crush. One day, we playfully started to wrestle. Don’t ask me how I found the courage to kiss him and to start undressing him. His smooth chest was glistening with fresh sweat, and a pungent aroma emanated from his pits. I instinctively licked his salty sweat off, sniffed and licked his pits, and slowly, very timidly, I went down his abs until I peeled his underwear off and buried my nose in his very fragrant pubes. I found the scent of his crotch, his groin, his sweaty balls, and his musky ass wildly intoxicating: I just couldn’t get enough of it. His uncut dick was hard as a rock and, even if at the beginning I didn’t particularly like the cheesy smell of his foreskin, it contributed to my horniness. I learned to appreciate that cock scent later on. 

That was the first cock I sucked, the first boy I kissed, the first sweet cum I tasted. I still vividly remember the fragrances and the excitement.

The rest is history.

[BiBottomBoy]

Damn that's a hot story!

[numerito]

Thank you, @BiBottomBoy That first experience is engraved deep in my mind, to the extent that I have a wild attraction to smells, especially sweaty balls, taint, between the legs, a musky ass, armpits, and even feet. I get over the top smelling my own crotch and ass juices while jerking off.

All those scents make me go back to my first boy sex: I always ask my escorts to not wear any perfume or deodorant and to not shower before our meeting, so I can smell their natural odor and run my tongue all over their body to taste their salty skin. 

[BiBottomBoy]

same

[Pete1111]

Not sure what counts as "1st gay experience"

I was 19 or 20.

Thought I was in love with my friend.  When you're young one really doesn't know what love is.  But when I think about him now I remember how it was.

Was before internet porn.  I knew very little about sex.

I was certainly drawn to him and wished I could hold him all night long.  We lived on the same floor in our college dorm.  Back then there were few guys that made my heart go pitter-pat.  John did.  I was in lust with him for sure and was very sweet on him. 

Back then guys wore short gym shorts.  His were tomato soup red and made his ass look so pretty, not that I knew what to do about it.  I became aware that guys penetrated each other, yes, but I had little awareness of it, that it would feel good.  I was very closeted and afraid of being gay, so in my mind I wasn't mindful of being sexual.  In a sense I was in denial, yet my eyes knew what I liked, what filled my heart with lust.  

One night we were sitting on the couch in his room, watching TV.  He reclined to snooze, his head pointed away from me.  We might have smoked some weed.

I drew John's feet across my lap.  I wanted John to stretch his legs out across me.

I began stroking his calves and then his thighs.  John didn't react.  My desire overcame fear.  I slid my hand higher, inside his gym shorts, feeling his butt.  Was so exciting.  Eventually I reached around and brushed my hand against his jock.  In the dark I saw his head turn and look at me.

I stopped.  Shortly after that I went back to my room.

I was not good at processing so many cues from John.  College boys dish out so much teasing and BS.  But now I see how much John really wanted to be sexual with me and that he was sweet on me too.

In retrospect, he must have had experience, probably with the same neighbor boy that visited campus once to drive John home.   He wanted to try with me.  

We ended up in similar situations two more times.  But by the time I was coming out to myself, he had moved on to getting with girls.

He still thinks about me.  I got an email from him not long ago.

  I'll always remember my John.

 

 

[BiBottomBoy]

I'm talking about actual dick in butt

 

[TMax]

I was a late starter to m2m pleasures although the curiosity had been there for a long time I had never had the courage to act upon it. My first was in Phuket about 21 years ago, I went for a Thai massage but the shop I went to only had a male available at that time so needing the massage I said ok. His massage skills were very good and afterwards he noticed I was erect and he asked if I wanted a bj and sure enough my answer was yes, wow, he really blew my mind and from that moment I was hooked. I then became a massage junkie, standard 2hr massage and some after pleasures. 

Curiosity to go further still remained and many years later on a trip to Bangkok I visited a gay massage shop for the usual 2hr massage and a bj and hopefully a bit more so went fully prepared just in case, massage was ok and then I noticed he was fully erect so the fun started. After a short while of playing with each other I asked if he would like to f*ck me and his face lit up whith a big smile. Making sure he was gentle to start with he then proceded to pop my rear end cherry and it was quite enjoyable. Since then on every trip I have enjoyed bottoming for the Thai guys and also love to suck them too. The exploration of m2m pleasures continues for me.

[PeterRS]

My first was a rather nervous affair for both of us. So if the TS does not mind, I'll tell a bit about the first time I fell seriously in love. I love Japan and had visited three times on business. That third time I met a great guy and we arranged to meet again on my next visit. After dinner we both went to one of Tokyo's gay bars for a couple of drinks before returning to his place. Quite soon I noticed a young guy taking drinks to customers who had extraordinary charisma. He also spoke very good English. When he brought our drinks, his smile was heart melting. 

My friend had to leave the city to spend the following day with his family. So in the evening I decide to return to the bar even though it was a Sunday and pissing with rain. When I got there, there were only two other customers. But my barman friend was on duty. So I sat at the bar and spent the better part of three hours just chatting and flirting with him. The longer I stayed, the more I wanted to be with him. Around 11:15 he said he had to leave to catch his last train home. I don't know why I had not the courage to ask him back to my hotel. Having put on his rain jacket, he came in front of the bar, said goodbye to me and trailed his hand gently over my ass. If that was not a signal, I don't know what would have been. But I remained rooted to the spot.

Ten minutes later, I decided to get my last train back to the hotel. I was still kicking myself for having been such an idiot. After walking a few meters in the rain, I thought "fuck it". The night is still young and I have to leave tomorrow night. I knew there was a small disco next door to the bar which I had never been to. So I decided just to go there, check the eye candy and have a whisky or two.

It was on the second floor - basically two smallish rooms divided into a bar area and a dance floor. Without looking I went straight to the bar and got my whisky. I then turned to the dancers. I nearly dropped my glass when I saw that my friend from the bar was there in the middle of the floor dancing on his own. I was completely surprised! Eventually he turned and noticed me. He extended his arm and signalled for me to join him. After saying it was nice to see me again, he asked why I had not responded to his overture to follow him. Can't recall what I said but soon we were dancing body hugged to body and it was clear we were both aroused. He then shocked me by putting his hand down my trousers. Even though no one else was looking at us, it seemed a most un-Japanese thing to do.

End result. He came back to my hotel and we spent a sleepless night making love every which way. We kept seeing each other for many months. I took a long holiday there and he came to stay with me for a month. As with all long distance relationships, difficulties arose and it could not last. But it was amazing while it did.

[BiBottomBoy]

that is so incredibly romantic! That is so sweet peter!

[CurtisD]

I first had sex somewhere around my 13^th birthday, which side of that birthday I am unsure. It was the school holidays. After hitting puberty at ten I had waited long enough and my determination to engage in sex finally reached fruition.

Reaching puberty at ten was a mixed blessing. Being one of the first in my age group to grow pubes drew a lot of curious attention from the other guys, which being reserved I was not keen on. On the other hand the additional height and muscle mass transformed me into a top sportsman and I began to bring home trophies from inter-school athletics meets.

I don’t remember how I zeroed in on the guy I was to have sex with. His growth spurt had also made him good at sports – he was to become the youngest ever member of the 1^st XI. He must have given off a few signals. He was in my class but we had different friends. The only time we were ever close at school was for the annual class photo - from the age of eleven as the two tallest guys we stood next to each other in every photo.

Approaching the question of sex directly was not happening. The chosen indirect route was strip poker, with a deck carefully rigged to ensure we both goth naked with plenty of suspense. Once naked we got into experimentation very fast and kept at it for two years until my family moved very far away.  

We never became friends during term time, remaining within our separate circles. During the holidays we were inseparable. Day-long bike rides into the hills and hikes into the forest. On days when I was certain both my parents were out for the day we hung out at my place. As long as our parents knew our plans and we returned by dinner time they were fine and pleased that we were friends. I am not sure what they made of the switch that flipped to make us friendly but distant during the term and joined at the hip in the holidays. My Worldly parents probably understood and decided to let nature take its course and not pry.

The only time we came near to being caught we were experimenting with having sex on the floating lounger in the pool (it is possible, but the effort to maintain balance constrains the sex). A car came down the driveway, from the sound not any of our parents. The pool was in the side garden which was completely fenced so not a problem. I assumed that whoever it was would go to the front door and then I would call out over the fence to them. There was no way I could answer the door with a raging erection even if I pulled on my speedos.

Rather than the front door, the person from the car came to the garden gate and it was not bolted! He must have heard us. From the time the gate began to open to the time the man came through we were off the lilo, grabbed our speedos from the side of the pool and were almost to the gate end of the pool. No way he could see us naked or realize we were unless he came right up to the pool (our speedos were not on but in our hands under the water).  I forget what he wanted but he came no further than the gate, which I ever-after ensured was bolted.  

After moving away we gradually lost touch. My friend married in his twenties and from social media he looks to still be happily married and active in sports.

[BiBottomBoy]

bet  he wishes she had a cock

 

[CurtisD]

2 hours ago, BiBottomBoy said:

bet  he wishes she had a cock

 

I don't think so.

After I moved away we met only once, about eighteen months later.

We were both sixteen and both had girlfriends. He had simply moved on to girls. In my new city I had not found another guy to hook up with and decided that I should try girls. I knew I was attracted to guys but had read that for some guys it was a passing phase, so why not test that theory? Also I liked to party, I liked girls as friends and in high school it was easier to party if you had a girlfriend. 

His problem was that his girlfriend would not move off second base. My problem was that my girlfriend wanted to move off second base. 

I knew then that it was not a phase, I was gay.

If it had been possible, which it wasn't, we would have gone to bed.

Me because I was gay.

Him out of habit and pent up frustration that his girlfriend would not do it.

  

[BiBottomBoy]

Damn she shoulnds like a bitch!