Your first ever homosexual experience

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    Jul 18, 2013 10:14 AM GMT
    Ok, ill start.

    I had a best friend long while back, im sure you all remember your childhood days where you had that one friend you did everything with. So anyway one day we had just gotten out of the pool and still in our underwear, so he pushed me back inside the pool, this pissed me off abit so i got out and attacked him, then we started wrestling. Although i was the one who attacked him, he was much stronger than me so i ended up on the ground with him sitting on me pinning my arms down side by side.

    (BTW at this point i had not known whether i was gay/straight/bi whatever)

    It was sort of like a schoolboy pin where he was semi sitting on my crotch. He then felt something down there and was like *hey whats that* we then both realized i was Rock hard lol. This sort of sent him into a daze as his face suddenly changed as if he was possed then he grabbed my dick and started squeezing it so fucking hard, borderline painful. I was shouting but it was more of an enjoyment shout. This was the first time anything had played with my dick so i literrally cummed in about 10 seconds lol. This was the first time he did anything like that as well but something seemed to possess him because he acted like an expert (we were 14).

    While on top of me still he then shoved his dick in my mouth and started face-fucking me till he blew. After this we stopped and went to sleep cuz we were exhausted lol, funny thing is till this day neither of us have spoken about that experience. I turned out bi while he is still straight but then again im sure he's at least abit bi like most guys.

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    Jul 18, 2013 10:16 AM GMT
    Yeah, I bet all the pedos will love this thread.
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    Jul 18, 2013 10:52 AM GMT
    I don't even remember.
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    Jul 18, 2013 11:42 AM GMT
    I haven't had one as yet icon_sad.gif
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    Jul 18, 2013 11:46 AM GMT
    "This is a gay bar??"

    ~~Beverly Leslie
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    Jul 18, 2013 2:28 PM GMT
    Can I mention a non-sexual experience? I went to this college professor's home to preplan moving his furniture to a new place. During my time as an undergraduate I helped to move several of my professors. As I was nearly as old as a few of them, and an Army Officer, they treated me pretty much as an equal, and I socialized with some of them. Therefore it wasn't unethical for them to accept my offer of help, and I already had lots of experience with my own military moves by then.

    But I wasn't prepared for what I found. He greeted me wearing a shimmering brocaded kaftan and soft carpet slippers (this was 1975), looking very much like the scene in the recent US TV movie where Scott Thorson first meets Liberace in his home. His behavior was extremely effeminate, much more than he was in the classroom, his long slender fingers fluttering like a hummingbird.

    He took me into each room to see the things being moved, and in his bedroom he began to show me his jewelry collection, including many chains hanging on display trees. But his makeup, spread all over a dressing table, including lipstick and nail polish, really surprised me.

    Naive me, I didn't know men wore makeup, except for stage & camera, plus this guy was only age 28, not like he had old wrinkles and spots to cover. In his closet was enough satin to cover the walls, but no women's clothing. Nevertheless his flimsy shirts were more like loose, voluminous blouses, and I wondered where he could possibly wear those, certainly not grocery shopping or on campus.

    It was my first experience with the homosexual "lifestyle" as practiced by some men nearly 40 years ago. And a real eyeopener for someone who only knew coarser military habits and uniforms, which I even tried to emulate in my civilian manners and severe dress.

    Yet I wasn't repulsed, but instead oddly intrigued (or maybe NOT so oddly as it later developed). Still, that revelation reinforced many of the gay stereotypes with which I had been raised, of gays being effeminate and female-like. And so may have delayed my own coming out, since I didn't fit the professor's pattern nor identify with it, further confirming my mistaken belief that I couldn't be gay.