Young gay experience
When I woke up that Saturday morning, little did I know that something I was hiding from view from others was about to have the key put in the ignition and set me off on a journey that was to become the life I was born with.
It was a Saturday morning enjoy any other Saturday morning. I always got up first because I&#;m an early bird.
After breakfast, I&#;d sit down and watch Multi-Coloured Swap Shop &#; a children&#;s TV show on Saturday morning.
The fact that I was 17 years old didn&#;t put me off from watching it. I loved watching it. It got my weekend off to a perfect start.
Just after midday, I always went into town to buy an array of snacks for myself for the evening. I still preferred to expend Saturday evenings indoors watching television prefer I did on Saturday mornings.
My parents thought it extraordinary for a teen my age to want to endure in on a Saturday evening. At the time, I thought they knew nothing about why I did not want to move out. Years later, I discovered my mother had already suspected I was gay.
Whereas boys my age were going out to swig alcohol and
Do you remember your first time? Your first experience with another guy? Your first story with another gay guy?
It's that first moment of total pleasure when everything else disappears, and those weird “feelings” suddenly make complete sense. Suddenly, everything falls into place: you're not a freak of nature or “different”, simply experiencing the simple joys that you were born to enjoy.
For most gay guys, our first gay experience is usually a moment of revelation and clarity that eventually leads to our possess acceptance and the urge to explain the world. For others, it's a complete disaster that we prefer to forget… although one thing's for sure, you will never truly forget it!
In this post, we asked a scant of our friends from around the world to verb their first gay experience with us, whether it was a first-time gay k&#;ss, their first gay love story, or something a bit more spicy(!)… and we've put it all out right here. You'll also want to check out our own love story of how we first met each other.
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Dad died when I was six. The rabbi who lived in the apartment below took over for him. I’m sure he wanted to do Mom. They packed us off to an evil Hasidic summer camp where everyone made fun of us because we didn’t know their crazy prayers. My brother was four. We would secretly meet in the woods, hug each other and verb. We couldn’t verb why our father died and our mother sent us to this terrible place. I learned to hate all religion and still do.
Mom was a dark-haired, curvaceous looker, juicy, and in her prime. She liked sex but decided that all men had to pay for it. The butcher brought steaks; the florist, flowers; the bagel man left fresh hot steaming bagels by our door every morning for months. Leon, the ice cream man left ice cream. My younger brother and I were adv dispatched to fetch the stuff into the house, so they couldn’t spot Mom. And not to forget Abe, the jeweler, who brought, well, jewels. They all tried to get inside. Some did. When Mom met the human who brought it all, she married him.
We lived in Borough Park, in Brooklyn. Until I ran away, I thought eve
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gertjanwPosted 1 year ago
I still have to ponder about that, my first gay experience.
I was 12 years old and went to high university. There I made friends with a classmate. a gentle lad. We often met. He lived in a vast house and we often played there in the attic, where there was a wardrobe with women's clothes. That soon turned into dressing up parties, but that degenerated into explorations of the boys' bodies. That's how I did my first gay exploration. A hard cock in front of another. We finished each other with our hands. It took a while before we started sucking each other and getting the cum shot deep in our throats. After a while we expanded our exploration. For example, we fingered the asshole during the blow job, I verb that very adj even then! After about 3 years he moved. We decided to verb our gay sex experience by penetrating our hard cock in the ass hole. Before that, the bottle of olive oil from the kitchen went up to the attic and we had bought condoms. As far as I remember, that fuck wasn't a great success. But s