First gay encounter stories
BE GAY AND PROUD
gertjanwPosted 1 year ago
I still have to think about that, my first same-sex attracted experience.
I was 12 years old and went to high school. There I made friends with a classmate. a nice lad. We often met. He lived in a large 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 same-sex attracted 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 found that very invigorating even then! After about 3 years he moved. We decided to complete our gay sex encounter by penetrating our tough 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 accomplishment. But s
I’m Tirrell and I’m from Atlanta, Georgia.
Before moving to Georgia, I lived in Hawaii until I was Growing up in Hawaii, it was different, it was a bit isolated, I didn’t have a lot of gay friends, I didn’t hold any gay friends actually. I didn’t really know anybody who was lgbtq+ but I knew that I was gay. I had a friend who I had recognizable since probably 7th grade. We went through middle university into high academy together and I definitely had a crush on him, I just never really, it was just like I really liked him, I didn’t realize if he was gay, we never talked about it, I never even let that part of me really out. We were on dance teams together, I suppose I should contain known he was gay then, but, we were on dance teach together, we ran footpath, we did a lot of sports together so I was always sleeping over at his house, and there would be times that I would be over there spending the blackout wishing something would happen, anything, a kiss, just him telling me, prefer, you know, sky-high school boy’s fantasy I guess.
I would say it was a couple weeks before I moved to Georgia, it was the summer aft
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 finalize 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 own acceptance and the urge to tell the world. For others, it's a complete disaster that we prefer to forget… although one thing's for sure, you will never truly disregard it!
In this post, we asked a few of our friends from around the world to share their first gay encounter 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 set 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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"I was still 'straight' and secretly used Tinder to match with guys. He was studying regulation at the Pontifical Catholic University. We were chatting on the app, until he told me that he was going to drive to my residence so that we could meet in person.
"He was already fun to chat with online, and, luckily, also in person. We chatted, went to a fast food shared, and it was all very cool, until I realized in the vehicle that he was taking a different route from the one to my house. I didn't dissent, because I wanted to. We arrived at a deserted place and everything was kinda dark. He looked at me with an inviting smile and seemed to find my surprise funny. And how was I? Nervous as hell!
"I knew what was about to travel down, but I didn't know what to undertake, nor how to undertake it, or even if it was the right thing to do. It's different today, but at the time, it was still hard for me to accept my sexuality. He was patient and gave me time to take some initiative. But seeing that it wasn't going to happen, he just came close to me slowly and kissed me. The second queer kiss of my being. We carried