How old were you?
What year was it?
What was it like?
How old were you?
What year was it?
What was it like?
|by Anonymous||reply 47||09/06/2013|
I have never kissed a man on his lips.
|by Anonymous||reply 1||09/03/2013|
|by Anonymous||reply 2||09/03/2013|
Felt like bliss.
|by Anonymous||reply 3||09/03/2013|
Changed my life
|by Anonymous||reply 4||09/03/2013|
It changed my entire perspective-- made me realize that what had always been just fantasy could actually be my reality. (That said, he was a douche bag and we only ever shared the one kiss... still, he pointed me in the right direction.)
|by Anonymous||reply 5||09/03/2013|
A poster of Helmet Berger.
|by Anonymous||reply 6||09/03/2013|
|by Anonymous||reply 7||09/03/2013|
I kissed my nephews many many times.
The first man I kissed was probably my father.
The first male I kissed as a sexual partner, was a man, not a boy.
|by Anonymous||reply 8||09/03/2013|
The year was 1962. I was 15 years old. I had been sent go Des Moines to live with my aunt and uncle. I was being bullied in school because I was a fag. I had offered to and indeed had sucked a few cocks around town. Time to get me out of there.
In the big city I ran loose every night. I got picked up by an adult male at a movie theater. He took me to a hotel. We got naked, he kissed me and jacked off on me while doing so. That was it ! I had sucked dick and been fucked by other guys my own age, but never kissed.
|by Anonymous||reply 9||09/03/2013|
23 - 1992
|by Anonymous||reply 10||09/03/2013|
Even though I'd messed around some with guy friends over the years, I didn't kiss a guy until I came out at 27. It was awesome.
|by Anonymous||reply 11||09/03/2013|
I was 25. He was disappointed that I wasn't a top, and was kind of chilly. You could tell 'sex' to him was just get on all fours and be fucked doggystyle- then please leave.
Not awful but not good.
|by Anonymous||reply 12||09/03/2013|
the summer of '72
and it was LOVE
|by Anonymous||reply 13||09/03/2013|
Kissed Greg. It was amazing but I swear I forgot to breathe. I felt like I was going to pass out.
|by Anonymous||reply 14||09/03/2013|
I was 19. It was my drunk straight friend. He did me a solid, since everyone around me was getting laid and I hadn't even been kissed yet. It was a really good kiss too.
Just wish it could have been more, but you know, straight.
First kiss with a gay man was two whole years later. We ended up living together for a couple of years in a relationship. Probably not what should have happened (I was so psyched by someone finally being interested in me and finally having sex that I did what I guess I thought I was supposed to do). Which means that by the time I finished college, I had only ever had sex with and kissed one guy. Pathetic. It should have been my time of exploring and having fun, and it so wasn't. He was totally not right for me.
I've since shed my apparent lesbian tendencies. :-)
|by Anonymous||reply 15||09/03/2013|
I forgot to post the year... 1984/1986.
|by Anonymous||reply 16||09/03/2013|
20. 1986. Everything clicked into place.
|by Anonymous||reply 17||09/03/2013|
We kissed so hard and for so long the insides of our lips were bleeding a little. But we both loved it.
Next time we tried it a little more softly and it was perfect.
|by Anonymous||reply 18||09/03/2013|
I've been instructed not to answer on advice of counsel.
|by Anonymous||reply 19||09/03/2013|
People in this thread are old...
|by Anonymous||reply 20||09/03/2013|
|by Anonymous||reply 21||09/03/2013|
I was 15, it was 1992 at a party, and it was totally gross.
|by Anonymous||reply 22||09/03/2013|
In the shower.
|by Anonymous||reply 23||09/03/2013|
On the Pirates of the Caribbean ride.
|by Anonymous||reply 24||09/03/2013|
I was 17. So was he. He was my girlfriend's best friend. We blew each other that night as well.
He turned out to be very needy, and that night began a series of several years where he would constantly beg me for sex, and I would occasionally give in to just shut him the fuck up, even though I had quickly moved on to other more secure, older lovers.
The year was 1974.
|by Anonymous||reply 25||09/03/2013|
At least it was 1974, you had all those great songs to listen to on your gigantic headphones.
|by Anonymous||reply 26||09/03/2013|
r25, where did you find privacy? Was he hung?
|by Anonymous||reply 27||09/03/2013|
It was in Heaven. He was an Argentinian designer, and I still remember the feel of his smooth, strongly muscled lower back. He also rode. We made out and felt each other up in one of the stairwells. So hot.
|by Anonymous||reply 28||09/03/2013|
I skipped the mouth kissing and sent straight for the ass-eating.
|by Anonymous||reply 29||09/03/2013|
No, R27, he wasn't hung, but that's never mattered to me. I've always been much more about the man attached to the dick, rather than the dick attached to the man.
As far as privacy goes, my parent's didn't get home from work until 5:30 to 6:00pm, so to start with the afternoons after school were playtime. My two brothers were off to college by then.
There were a few other of my high school peers that I started having sex with also, and the travel trailer parked in the back of the house came in handy many, many times in the evenings. With the older guys, they had their own places.
It was frisky few years, but by the time I was 19 I was already tired of the sexual carnival of the seventies.
|by Anonymous||reply 30||09/03/2013|
I remember I kissed a boy and they liked it. It got all the honeys in the club excited. I admit I kissed a boy just to start shit. Unfortunately, homeboy was not about it.
|by Anonymous||reply 31||09/03/2013|
The first boy I ever kissed was in the cargo hold of the SS Titanic. I never saw him again. I never even knew his name.
|by Anonymous||reply 32||09/03/2013|
Cute stories. Keep the boy/guy-kissing first-time stories coming!
|by Anonymous||reply 33||09/04/2013|
WOW OP, I can't fucking recall. Surely I must have sucked his cock, but did I kiss him at 16? Most of those truck drivers didn't like to kiss.
|by Anonymous||reply 34||09/04/2013|
|by Anonymous||reply 35||09/04/2013|
It was a guy in his thirties. A sleazy lawyer who picked me up at a cruising spot. We went back to his house and he kissed me before he raped me. I was disappointed by the kiss. I had wanted it to be awesome, amazing, mind-blowing; it was worse than the girls I had kissed while playing spin the bottle. Oh well. After I was eighteen and away at college, I was able to kiss lots of boys. Much, much better.
|by Anonymous||reply 36||09/04/2013|
Amazing since I had been wanting to kiss this guy for weeks.
|by Anonymous||reply 37||09/04/2013|
We necked for hours listening to Michael Feinstein's 'Isn't It Romantic' on our second date. My first and only real love, we dated for several months. He moved to the West Coast. I still think about him almost every day.
|by Anonymous||reply 38||09/04/2013|
[R30] When I was 14, Mike Allen and I got together at his house after school to rub our dicks together. We would get naked and lay atop each other and get off. His mother was always gone. One afternoon we fell asleep after cumming. The room had venetian blinds that were open. You could not see into the room when it was light outside but the room looked like a movie show after dark. The room was right by the car port.
His mother drove in, the lights were on and Mike and I were laying naked together. BUSTED.
I left immediately, Mike called to tell me his mother was going to tell my mother. I lived in fear of that phone call. It never came, never heard about it again. Never talked to Mike again and I was soon run out of town.
|by Anonymous||reply 39||09/04/2013|
|by Anonymous||reply 40||09/04/2013|
He was the only out gay guy at my small college that I was attracted to. So hot. We made out behind a gas station during a snowstorm before we went back to his dorm room. Incredible night. Yes, he turned out to be a psycho--always carried a lighter and tried to ignite everything, including my fucking cat!
|by Anonymous||reply 41||09/04/2013|
An architectural painter in his coldwater flat in the North End.
|by Anonymous||reply 42||09/04/2013|
23 years old.
|by Anonymous||reply 43||09/04/2013|
Awww, very sad, R38.
|by Anonymous||reply 44||09/05/2013|
I recently turned 59 and, while I've forgotten many things in my life, I'll never forget the first time I kissed a boy.
He was 14 years old and we grabbed a bite to eat at a fast food place one Saturday afternoon. We talked and talked for hours. In retrospect, the fact that I couldn't tell if he wanted to just be friends or something more was intoxicating but, at the time, I was so nervous and excited.
We went to see a movie afterwards and sat in the last row of the theater. Throughout the movie, his leg would brush against mine and my forearm would brush against his. In the darkened theater, we would surreptitiously glance at one another and get caught by the other one and quickly look away. It was excruciating!
Finally, as the credits rolled and the theater slowly emptied the still-darkened theater, we stared at each other in our seats. Slowly, we both leaned forward and our lips brushed together chastely. Then, the kiss blossomed into a more urgent pace to the point where I had never been so aroused in my life.
That sweet exploration lasted for as long as the credits ran and the lights came up. Luckily, it took a lot of people to make Man of Steel so we got to enjoy each other's company for a while.
|by Anonymous||reply 45||09/05/2013|
1971- i was 7 and just like i saw my mom and dad do before dad left on a business trip, i kissed my best friend good-bye on the lips before we left on vacation. i was told NEVER to kiss a boy on the lips again.
i took mom & dad's command to heart, because the next time i kissed a boy i was 24, and kissed my first ever boyfriend while listening to sade in my living room. we proceeded to make out for hours, but he left before we went further, because he wanted to make my first time with a man special. it was.
|by Anonymous||reply 46||09/05/2013|
He was 32 and I was 17, I knew nothing about love, he knew everything. He told me if I stay he would chase the little boy in me away. I cried a single tear but it was soft and warm. A child had died, a man had been born.
|by Anonymous||reply 47||09/06/2013|