Your VERY First Time !

[+ imagooddog]

What's the story on your first time encounter (sexually) with another guy?

Mine was when I was about 13 years old and my good friend of the same age who I went to Sunday School and church with would come over to my house on Sunday afternoons and we would do the usually things that boys that age do to entertain themselves. One Sunday in our secret hideout he start telling me how big his peepee get when he rubs it and I admited that mine gets larger too and that it feels good. He proceeds to unzip and pulled out a long thick cut cock, hard as a rock and I thought it was beautiful !! (penis envy on my part):-)

He wanted me to touch it, which I did but was very timid about it.

A couple of Sundays later, the same situation occured and this time he asked me to put it in my mouth so he could see what it felt like. I didn't really want to but I did for just a brief minute. I wish I has known then what I know now......he would have gotten the best deep throat blowjob he ever had !! Today the boy is married and lives in Texas with a wife and 2 children. Wonder if he remembers this?;-) :o

[Rick Munroe]

>Today the boy is married and lives in Texas

>with a wife and 2 children. Wonder if he remembers this?

 

I'm sure he not only remembers but it's a cute story he uses to break the ice when he's with a new escort.

[+ imagooddog]

Ok, Rick.....that is the fantasy story we will use if I ever get to meet (or meat) you !! Pull it out and ask me to put it in my mouth to see what it feels like.:o :9

Now, what is YOUR story of the first time??:-)

[Guest in yer face]

He was 13 and still using words like "peepee"? I would think he would have graduated to using "winky" by then.

 

 

>What's the story on your first time encounter (sexually)

>with another guy?

>Mine was when I was about 13 years old and my good friend of

>the same age who I went to Sunday School and church with

>would come over to my house on Sunday afternoons and we

>would do the usually things that boys that age do to

>entertain themselves. One Sunday in our secret hideout he

>start telling me how big his peepee get when he rubs it and

>I admited that mine gets larger too and that it feels good.

>He proceeds to unzip and pulled out a long thick cut cock,

>hard as a rock and I thought it was beautiful !! (penis

>envy on my part):-)

>He wanted me to touch it, which I did but was very timid

>about it.

>A couple of Sundays later, the same situation occured and

>this time he asked me to put it in my mouth so he could see

>what it felt like. I didn't really want to but I did for

>just a brief minute. I wish I has known then what I know

>now......he would have gotten the best deep throat blowjob

>he ever had !! Today the boy is married and lives in Texas

>with a wife and 2 children. Wonder if he remembers this?;-)

>:o

[chrismac]

Although actual intercourse didn't happen, I'll rebut President Clinton and go back to my first experience which was merely fondling when I was in college - I'd categorize it as sex.

 

I was in London for a study abroad program during the summer following my freshman year in 1983. One day, I was waiting on the Circle Line platform at Kensington High Street when this buff (totally ripped - unusual for Londoners back then) shirtless guy strides into the crowd. I couldn't help a glance, and for a moment, our eyes met. I quickly averted my gaze and boarded the train which was arriving at that moment. Much to my surprise (and utter shock, accompanied by something giddy inside), he came into my car and took the seat next to me. The tube was pretty packed, and the seats are very close together.

 

Once we were underway, I felt his warm and firm bicep gently touch my shoulder. My first natural reaction was to move my arm away, but I decided to leave it there and let his arm settle against mine. Slowly, he began flexing his upper arm and moving it ever so slowly up and down against mine. I held firm. Sweat was beginning to bead on my forehead. My heart was racing like a hummingbird's. I slowly began to rub my arm back - a grinding motion which nobody else in the car (if they were even looking) would have noticed. I was a little embarrassed that he was shirtless, which is almost unheard of on the streets in stodgy London. But I figured, what the hell, none of these people know me here.

 

At some point I had to decide what to do. I didn't know how these things work (the only thing I had heard up to that point was some myth or story that some guys wear a blue hanky in their back pocket, and some wear red - whatever the hell that was supposed to mean). My stop was coming up, so I thought, I'll get out and see what happens. Not a word or even eye contact had been exchanged since we boarded the train.

 

Once out on the platform of my stop, I turned around and saw that this guy had also detrained. So I made my way slowly in the crowd toward the escalators. He followed, then passed me walking up the escalator. He waited in a not-obvious way at the top and I went up to him. I was running completely on instinct now. If my conscious mind had tried to intervene at any moment, I would have bolted out of fear. We walked side by side out of the station, still silent. I was in full-sweat now. I couldn't have spoken a word - I was so choked up by nervous anxiety. Ouside, he finally broke the ice and asked me if I lived nearby. I certainly wasn't going to bring him back to my dorm with all the other students there who knew me. So I said no - just walking around. He asked if I did this often - I said, no - never before.

 

He told me there was a place nearby where we could "get to know one another" better. I followed him to a churchyard (I almost died then - thinking lightning would surely strike me down at any moment - I was still religious then). Once we were sequestered out of view of the street, he pulled down his pants and showed me his dick. It was average size, but I didn't know my dicks from holes in the ground back then - so it made no impression on me. I fondled. He reached for my crotch, and began fondling me. I was hard as a rock. He asked me if I like guys who "train" - meaning "work out" in British lingo. Of course I did, and he flexed a little for me.

 

I was on the twinky side back then - only 19 years old. He picked me up over his head with ease - a real turn on for me. I kissed his neck and smelled his heavy male odor. He gently bearhugged me, then asked me to lick his nipples and squeeze them. As I did this, he told me to stand back and then came a big load. My dick never left my pants, nor did I take off any other clothing. He smiled and quickly trotted out of the courtyard, leaving me to gather my confused and excited thoughts before returning to the dorm to meet my college friends.

 

I didn't have much to say at dinner that night.

[taylorky]

.....my first time i was 14 he was 13 .we knew each other all of our lifes and stayed over each others houses all the time.one night it happened and we are still together.i'll be 20 this week and jeff will be 19 in october.why he put's up with my insanity i'll never know.but i love him and always will.he'll never see this ..but i'll say it anyway..............thank you jeff.........

[Rick Munroe]

>i love him and always

>will.he'll never see this ..but i'll say it

>anyway

 

Why will he never see it? Do you keep this side of your life (I assume you hire) a secret from him?

[scudman]

Chrismac, that is a fucking HOT story--and you tell it very well. The image of a sweaty bicep pressed up against mine on a crowded, moving train... That would be a trip to remember!:9

[taylorky]

nope not a buyer or a seller.i hit on this site while surfing a few months ago and think it's sort of cool (despite all the drama sometimes).any way i meant he would never see this because he would really shit if he knew i came to a site like this.

[Guest Kalifornia]

You guys were old men by the time you first had gay sex. I was not even a teen yet. In fact, I was 11 my first time by choice and about 8 not by choice.

 

Mark -Kalifornia

[Rick Munroe]

>Now, what is YOUR story of the first time??:-)

 

My first time was when I was 17 years old...with another teenager now named Derek Ross. I was the top. Shhhhh. }>

[Rick Munroe]

>He was 13 and still using words like "peepee"?

 

I was gonna mention that too but I try so hard not to be mean. :+

[Will]

Chris, Scudman is right. That story is not only hot as a griddle, it's also wonderfully well-written. "Fast as a hummingbird's" is a terrific simile at that point. You build up the tension in the story in a way that exactly parallels the build up of sexual tension in you and, therefore, in the reader. You should publish that story. Or maybe make it into a longer story and publish it. What a shame CHRISTOPHER STREET is no longer in print. Congratulations, and thanks!

[Will]

Last night I happened to see a few moments of Queen Elizabeth's coronation in June 1953 and remembered that it was the occasion of my first blow job. I had a friend who was a year older than I and we fooled around for years, from the time I was about twelve until I was sixteen. So he was a little ahead of me physically and therefore sexually. The coronation was the first time television was used to show something in real time. The problem was that the technology didn't exist to show it in moving images, and so you had to wait for the downloads to sort of unfold -- as b&w stills -- on the tv screen. Andut since it was in real time, the broadcast started at about 4:00 in the morning.

 

We were over at his house, and we decided to try to stay awake all night so we wouldn't miss the beginning. (Believe me, at that time in my life I had never heard the word "queen" to describe anything but a ruling woman or the mother bee, but now it's as clear as day.) Tommy and his family had just come back from Florida, and some time during the night, he told me that he had made a new friend at the beach. He went on to say that he had fallen asleep one day, and woke up to discover his bathing suit around his ankles and his dick in his new friend's mouth. He told me how it felt, and he told me that he did it to his friend in return. By this time, we were both naked as jay-birds with raging adolescent hard-ons. We were in his bed, in the dark. And the next thing I knew there was a sensation the likes of which I'd never experienced before (or since, because the first time your dick gets sucked it's a never-forget occasion). I had learned to jerk off only the summer before (that's another story), and thus every single one of the new sense-receptors that puberty had brought forth went on red alert. We sucked and jerked and jerked and sucked all night long. Do you remember the days when you could come, wait ten or fifteen minutes, and come again, and again, and again???

 

Finally it was time to get up, turn on the TV, and watch another queen get herself crowned.

[chrismac]

Scud and Will -

 

Hey thanks guys! Didn't realize I'd made a hit :7

 

I just write as it comes out of my head, remembering things in a chronological way.

 

Appreciate the compliment very much. Great way to start my day!

[+ Charlie]

I won't even attempt to equal the literary quality of Chris's story.

I used to fool around with a couple of schoolmates from age ten to fourteen, mostly masturbating one another, but I was so enthusiastic about it that they became uncomfortable and stopped coming around. I jerked myself off obsessively (sometimes 10 times a day) for the next few years, and then at 17 one day in a bus station men's room I was picked up by a young guy who claimed to be 17 also, but was probably older, because he certainly was more sophisticated. He took me to a sleazy hotel, and in a few hours taught me all the basic acts, both as top and bottom. Interestingly, though, what I found most exciting was that we KISSED--passionately, throughout the afternoon. He gave me his phone number, and though I never tried to contact him again, I still have it.

[+ imagooddog]

Okay Rick, thanks for not making fun of the phrase "peepee". But remember I am a LOT older than you, and back when we were 13 year olds growing up in the South, we really were innocent. We had never heard the words "dick" "cock" "peter". Our parents used "nice" words like

peepee. Later on of course, when the innocence turned into constantly having a bone or a woodie and we would reach under the table in the library study hall and feel each others dick.

[Guest unlimited_horizons2002]

my real first time? i mean not when you are 7 and fool under the shower with your cousins and brothers... well that happened when i was 14. he was 23 and getting married to a girl his family chose for him. his name was '/is ram/ he was indian, very goodlooking and the driver, houseboy of my parents estate. he was very goodlooking, like sanjay gupta the medical guy on cnn. he tought me to masturbate and the rest. it was romantic and sexy. i never forgot him.

[FrancoDiSantisxxx]

The first time ever

 

I was a virgin by anyone's definition, including Mr. Clinton's, until I was 17. As some of you may recall, I was an alter boy and was know as the good boy in our crowd.

 

However, I knew I was attracted to men as long as I could remember and has been around nude contemporaries as well as older adult males .... The first time ever I touched a naked male, I was 12, and my playmates were all these Jewish boys name Lee, Kieth, Ricky and Hillie (Twinks then too, since the oldest was 9 and the youngest was 8).

 

We lived near each other, in front of a hill, in a small town where large yards were common. We built forts, tree houses, bridges, moats. Our games revolved around espionage, capture, torture and conquest. Somehow, I was always the leader of the winning side. Our war games would include nudity (but of course) and often bondage, though we didn't realize that is what it was then. We just wanted to make sure our prisoners were secure.

 

I remember one instant vividly, when we were playing with Hillie's older brother Neal, and his best friend, Tom (another Catholic). They were both 16 and were shocked when my little gang captured them and tied them up.

 

We tied them back to back, using good old fashioned boy scout knots, and they were pretty securely restrained. I made Hillie play lookout and got Lee and Keith (brothers) to rip the shirts off with a swiss army knife. Tom suffered a slight cut (he was very uncooperative), so we had to undo his restraints to bandage him up better. Amazingly, he never took this opportunity, outweighing us all, to escape or let Neal go, but very docily took his medicine. We decided to remove the rest of his clothes and left him in his powder blue Sear's best boxer shorts and white socks (it was cold that day).

 

We then decided it would only be fair to undress Neal, which he also, surprisingly accepted, somewhat less quietly, but nonetheless, he made no real attempt to fight us other than verbally protesting.

 

We blindfolded them, I blindfolded Lee and Keith and sent Ricky to go get some candles. While it was just the two teenage boys and the two brothers, I bound Lee and Keith, who protested no one bit (they were used to doing what I wanted by this point), and then tied them facing one each of the two teenage boys.

 

I honestly had no idea what I was going to do next. Lee and Keith were dressed in shorts, sandles and tee shirts, our usual play clothes in the hot summer months, so it was not hard to slip their shorts off. I had only bound their hands together and then bound them with rope to the older boys. Their legs were quite free. The younger guys, being among the youngest in our group, barely came up to the nipples of the teenage boys, but when Ricky got back, I lit the candles (for ceromonial purposes, a better use occurred to me later), and made Ricky chant while I made them all stand up and dance. This was pretty awkward and somewhat amusing but not really that exciting. I untied Lee and Keith's hands and made them play with the older boys. At this point, Tom (good Catholic that he undoubtedly was) started to vividly protest at which point it occured to me to burn him with the candle. Instead I singed the hair on his arms, which made him startle but which he also didn't really seem to mind. That's when it occurred to me to drip wax on them.

 

Keith and Lee were in the way, so I had Ricky tie them up in the corner, facing each other, faces touching, fully undressed (I had seen them all naked and vice versa at this point). In the meantime, I dripped waxed on the teenagers and basically got Ricky (who was 9) to touch each area I had dripped waxed at. I also got him to stick his tongue on their respective cocks, inside their butts, to lick his fingers and also stick those up there.

 

Hillie wondered back in after about 40 minutes of this and I got him to take his brother and Tom outside and get them dressed and get them home. I also sent Nicky home and went and "punished" Keith and Lee.

 

Tom became captain of the high school football team and was a pledge at my fraternity house but never completed Hell Week. I have no idea where he is now. Neal runs the family business. Hillie is a well-known closet case, married with two children, but he's also been divorced twice.

 

Lee and Keith I had not seen or heard of until I ran into them, dressed in full leather drag, at Holloween in the Castro in 1997. I did not recognize them, but they certainly recognized me (your basic black, shaved head, combat boot outfit, with my then boyfriend, dressed as a nurse with fake blood and butcher knife coming out the back). According to them, they had been lovers since 10th grade.

 

The next day was the only time I have been back to confession in the last sixteen years.

[taylorky]

RE: The first time ever

 

DAMN......and my folks thought I had behavioral and psychological problems when i was a kid.