Tell us about your first time with a guy

His name was Palo. We were both in the Legislative Youth Program. He was a few years older than I: very cute, dark curly hair, dreamy eyes.

An overnight train from Paris to Rome. He got off at Pisa, after getting off twice before then. Paolo. A dancer.

I was left alone in the cabin/couchette between Pisa and Rome and remember the freedom, the liberty, the promise I felt as I stared at the sunny skies and expansive sea. I opened the window and the cabin filled with the sounds of the train and the light Italian breeze.

A very special moment, to be sure. His kisses were freedom.

Our tryst was too spontaneous for anal and I didn’t kniw what to do so I did what he said. I humped the cleft of his butt with suntan oil and blasted all over his back!

[quote] I humped the cleft of his butt with suntan oil and blasted all over his back!

Link?

Surprise anal.

R2 wins the thread.

R3 nice description

He was a beefy (not fat...muscular but not ripped...like a linebacker) guy with dark, curly hair and a mustache...beautiful dark eyes. Lots of kissing with our hands exploring each other's bodies. I remember getting naked and my hands on his butt (I am really into men's butts). I remember groping his butt as we kissed and sliding my fingers down his crevice. I can still feel the thrill of doing that. We jerked each other off. I came quickly, and then he did. And then I got scared...what the fuck did I just do? It was a mix of emotions. I was out of college...mid 20s..23 or 24. He held me tight. I think I cried.

1983. I never knew his name. I was 17, and he said he was 16. Met in a library after he observed me furtively reading books on homosexuality. We went into a men’s room stall and I sucked him off until he exploded in my mouth. I swallowed. Ahhh young romance.

I was newly 21 and decided to go to a local bathhouse. The first time I went, I was shocked by the number of men who were having sex right in the open. I was too shy to participate, but my dick was fully hard the whole night. A few days later, I went back. This time I was sitting naked in the steam room, which was really a cave, carved out of the ground and lined with stone. I was sitting there until a random guy walked over and put his hand on my dick; it responded. I reached out and took a hold of his. He asked if I wanted to go to his room, which I did. That night I discovered the joys of oral sex ( giving and receiving), kissing uninhibitedly, and getting finger fucked. That began my life of debauchery.

It's a long story, and I don't want to be judged or analyzed, so I won't go into details. Let's say it was a fun and enlightening summer.

Not all of us would judge or analyze, R11.

I did it all

I met him at the candy store! He turned around and smiled at me. You get the picture?

[quote] I was newly 21 and decided to go to a local bathhouse. The first time I went, I was shocked by the number of men who were having sex right in the open.

But, it's wrong! [italic]Shockingly[/italic] wrong!

Yes, we see.

Tent sex.

my first time was awkward and while he was tender, I wish it'd played out far differently.

I consider my 'first time' to be years later when I knew more of what I was doing and the guy was way more compassionate, giving.

With the same-aged neighbor's boy, starting out with mutual jerking off when we much too young, frankly. (Still children, in fact.) We met up occasionally to jerk off and blow each other during our teens, even fucked once later when we were around 17-ish. I think we stopped seeing each other around my 19th birthday.

[quote] Tent sex.

Was the tent a top or a bottom?

There was no anal, so I guess it was a “side”.

I was 16 but lied and told him I was 18 when we chatted on Adam4Adam or maybe it was Manhunt. Told this story before on here.

Parents were out of town. He came over and I blew him. I don't even think I came. I remember how excited I was when he arrived and the smell of the Irish Spring soap on his body. After I did the deed, i told him I was actually 16 and he booked it out of there. I begged him to meet up again but he said no. Until one night he invited me to his campus apartment, about 3 months after I blew him. The place was a mess and a garden unit so damp and dark. He let me blow him but wanted to fuck me. That wasn't on my radar at all. I let him try but it hurt too much and I he wasn't patient. He claimed he had to meet up with friends so asked me to leave.

After that I used Craigslist , Adam4Adam, and Manhunt to get more men. Unbeknownst to my parents, I would sneak out and drive to dark lit farms or random guy's houses, or even an hour away in Indianapolis (when my parents were away) for hookups. I always topped and used a condom. But, I craved the attention and didn't think beyond my cock.

Sadly, I don't even remember my first fuck topping or bottoming. I kept a mental list met up with like 16 men before turning 18, they didn't care or loved the idea of fucking with a teenager. My luck, I met a boy my age a month before I was off to college. I wish he could have been my first and only because having a healthy relationship, though short, was magical. I don't regret most of the other hookups, except for that Marine that gave me my first STD. Was fun explaining that away to my parents as I went to the ER when the puss turned to bloody discharge. Beyond that, I was lucky to make it out alive from all those encounters in strange men's homes.

Working on a history project at his house, we were both 14. We blew each other after the poster board was completed.

My father used to work an afternoon shift and most nights when I was between the ages of 12 - 15, he would come to my room and fuck me when he got home from work. I was always face down and pretended to be asleep. Then he’d shower and tell my mother he didn’t shower at the plant because he rushed home to be with her. I left at 16 as soon as I could get out of there and started charging people to do what my father had done to me for free all those years.

He kept bragging about how big he was and when we whipped ours out, we were the same size. I think he was bummed he didn’t win that competition.

I can’t tell if R24 enjoyed it or not.

I was just shy of 14 and a few of the older guys in my neighborhood were on a kick of making prank calls to local businesses, often joking about sex or offering a BJ just to see what they'd say.

We called an auto body shop and I knew (sorta vaguely) who the owner was - handsome Italian guy with some gray at the temples. He had a short, beefy (but solid) body and a face kinda like Chris Meloni. Would not have been out of place on the Sopranos. He answered and when we asked he told us "yeah, well you come and get it if you want." Probably joking.

But somehow, I had the nerve (not something I often had) to call back a day or so later and basically said, my friends called you as a joke the other day but I'd be serious. I remember him saying, "Really?......well, fuck yeah." I didn't have a car so he met me at a park and drove me to his shop about half a mile away. It was intoxicating - the smell of gas and oil, and then just getting to unzip his overalls and see his hairy body. His dick was fine, not the biggest or shortest I ever had, but probably perfect for my first time. I managed to make him cum twice while I was there. He was amazed when I told him it was my first time.

I can't believe I did that at that age. I really can't believe some of what I did before I moved out and went to college. But it was a different time. Even with it being the 80s, I just never had a sense anyone was going to hurt me. It all felt like a very secret club and as a new member a few of the older members took their time to show me around!

That's nifty, r27.

R28 is fat and ugly and unfuckable and can’t imagine that attractive people ever have sex

It may sound "nifty" but it happened.

I was kinda spoiled living where I did when I had my first bunch of experiences, too. Lots of second generation immigrants - Italians, Eastern Europeans, guys who were very macho and/or had big endowments. I thought that was available everywhere but it kinda ended up being very specific to the rust belt region where I grew up.

R30 did you score anymore primo rust belt cock?

I met him at the candy store.

Verificatia of sizemeat?

R32 A literal candy store?

R34 Yes. He turned around and looked at me.

Black guy from the health club with 4% bodyfat. Chest was 1.5x time the size of waist, omg. Big legs, too.

R12 No. We WILL judge.

Met a guy on one of those phone chat lines in the late 90s and went to his house.

He suggested we hop in the shower, and I figured that’s what gay guys must do.

Got naked, got in the shower, he touched my shoulder, and I shot buckets of cum on his leg.

Wow, r38, you must've been tender to the touch.

R38 was it done for you after you shot? Or did you rally for round 2?

The Yankees were burning Alanta.

R40 - I freaked out and lied and said I needed to leave to see my girlfriend.

He was kind enough not to laugh openly at me.

I’ve never come that easily again. But it sure confirmed I was gay.

The summer I turned 13. It was hot and humid and I was reading on the front porch; I was the only one at home. A couple guys who were going to be seniors rode their bikes past a few times, then stopped to ask if they could swim in our pool. My dad used to let the football players jump in after practice (we lived across the street from school), but he said before he left that I couldn’t have anybody over to swim since no adults were home. I told the guys that my dad had said no. After a few “C’mon, man”s, I acquiesced . I went into the house to get the key to the gate. They said they just wanted to cool off and they were true to their word. After ten minutes, they got out of the pool.

They had stripped to their underwear to go in, and after, one put on his shorts and t-shirt. The other asked if I had a towel he could use. The other guy got on his bike and left, and one followed me into the basement. I handed him a towel and he asked if he could shower off the chlorine in the shower right there. I said okay, and he took off his underwear and washed off. I tried not to stare, but I guess I too obvious. I popped a boner as did he. He turned off the water and said it would be nice if there was a girl there who could blow us. I don’t recall what I said, but he lifted his dick in his hand and said, you could do it. He stepped over to where I was standing, pushed my shoulders down and I sat in a chair, he stood in front of me, put his hand under my chin, and guided his dick into my mouth. Like a fish to water, I started bobbing my head up and down. He pulled out momentarily and I thought he had cum, but he was just leaking a ton.

He was surprisingly gentle, in retrospect. He slid his dick in and out then announced he was going to cum and did I want him to shoot in my mouth. Before I could answer, his load flooded my mouth. I think I swallowed all of it. He handed me the towel he used to wipe my mouth. Then he dressed and told me not to tell anybody what we just did. Then he left.

It was at Harvard.

I was an uptight , deluded Catholic boy. Waited until I thought I had found someone who would love me forever. After four months of dates, we finally had sex. It was a letdown. Scared me off sex for a few years. That first sexual partner / dear guy committed suicide fifteen years ago.

When I lived with my dad. My stepmother’s cousin’s adopted son. I was 12 or 13. He was 14 or 15. I spent the night at his house and we were lying on the bed in the dark watching movies. I felt his dick on my ass and thought “here we go…” we used Vaseline for lube and he had a huge thick 9 inch curved cock. It hurt so bad I almost passed out. After that we fucked regularly for a few years, until I moved back with my mom.

Kinda sad, R43. Bittersweet.

Wow, I wish my 1st was like R43 ‘s

After a frat party, first week my freshman year. One of the brothers asked if I'd rather sleep over at the house instead of walking back to my dorm. Of course I would. I woke up in the middle of the night, feeling his mouth moving up and down on my cock, which I then proceeded to do to him. God, it was so delicious to have a rock-solid cock in my mouth.

Finally, I was sucking cock. The year before, I'd dreamed of doing it with these two guys named Bobby whose lockers I was in between in my HS pool locker room. It was a dream come true, and he was sucking my cock too.

How were you at a fraternity party the first week of freshman year, R49? Fraternities don't usually invite freshmen unless it's rush week and that isn't the first week of classes.

It was the early '70s, r50. Frats were quite unpopular at that point in time.

R43

So for all of you who posted here, do you feel the first guy, or first few guys you were with, sort of "imprinted" a particular type that you liked? Or was it the opposite - not a great experience and you looked for the opposite for future hookups?

I kinda think my preferences in men were really shaped by the first few years of hookups that I had.

R53, I have always favored white guys with medium brown to dark brown/black hair, and the first guy I had sex with fit that description. Every guy I'd been attracted to before that was of similar coloration. Jewish and Italian guys go to the front of the line every time. Irish and English sometimes, too. This has remained my type, and it's also what I look like (dark brown haired, mostly Irish Euromutt).

I'm not sure if my first time was the show me yours I'll show you mine in 5th grade, Or the stumbling attempts at blow jobs in 6th grade, Or the straight experimenters in college.

Or the first gay guy I had sex with at 27 years of age.

A conundrum. What say you all?

Good stories!

R55 probably not the show u mine, but maybe the bjs

We met in clown school, had sex with the noses on- he showed me how to get all the greasepaint off my cock afterwards.

I had a friend who I messed around with starting around 14 until we were 18 and went off to different colleges. Mostly just jerking each other but eventually progressed to mutual oral. Never any kissing or tenderness. I always felt guilty about it. Stayed in the closet all through college. Looking back, I missed out on a lot of hot cock action from guys who made passes at me. At the time, I was oblivious.

Finally came out when I was 26 and was fixed up with a guy who was 7 years older than me. I consider him my true first time. He was great for a first time lover. Taller than me, dark hair and eyes. After a few dates, we spent a weekend together, naked most of the time, kissing, sucking, rimming, fingering, and fucking. He said I was a fast learner! We were together for a while. My first real love, but we had some differences that weren’t going to work for us long term. Even after we broke up and started seeing other people, if we ran into each other, the chemistry was just too strong. I blew him in the bathroom at a party. He rimmed and sucked me off in a closet at his work! He eventually moved away. I haven’t seen him in 20 years. Right before he moved (to be with a guy he met online), I went over and we got together one last time.

I’ve been with a LOT of guys since, and I’m married now to a great man, but I do still think about that first love. And all the hot sex we had!

Was a late bloomer - think I was 24. Pretty sure I met him on AOL. He was traveling in my area for work. He was older, maybe 35-40? I just wanted to get it over with. I met him in the coffee shop of his hotel. He took me up to his room. He kissed me with bad coffee breath. He arranged us in a 69, with him on top. I was petrified. He came in my mouth and I openly dry heaved. I can't even remember if I came. I got dressed and bolted.

Late bloomer here, too. First time was when I was 22 or 23 back in the early 1990s. I worked in computers and lived in Santa Cruz, and read about bulletin board systems for gay dudes, so I got a modem and checked it out. Talked to a nice sounding guy and decided to go up to see him in SF. We got along really well, and he knew I was a complete newbie, so we really just hung out and he was a complete gentleman. Hung out so long that I ended up staying over, and I ended up molesting him the next morning. We really only did hand stuff and kissing that time. He came down to Santa Cruz the next weekend and that's when I got introduced to everything - oral, anal, frottage, etc. He was a perfect person for my first time.

I knew I was gay from an early age but being in a Conservative, Catholic family I innately knew it wasn’t something I wanted to pursue until I went away to college. Call it survival instinct.

I knew my best friend was gay but we never really talked about it but we went to the movies all the time and listened to the same music and were both in choir and drama club. All the trappings were there.

In our senior year of high school he started going to gay bars downtown (major urban area) with a senior who was pretty much out (this was 1983) and eventually I went with him a few times. Of course we were under age but somehow got in, a few old men would buy us drinks - Amaretto Sours. My friend loved the attention but me, not so much. I would go sit in the car and wait to leave. It wasn’t my scene at all. I was 16 years-old. My friend started dating this guy who was probably twice our age and they had sex together. It was totally illegal. I guess it was paedophilia, technically, but my friend though under age was not a child. He was very willing and knew exactly what he was doing. But it definitely seemed sleazy.

Anyway, the summer after we graduated, my friend was all sad and we made out one night. Another night he gave me my first blow job, from a guy. (I lost my virginity to a 16 year-old girl when I was 12 and she gave me a blow job as well.) My friend was very controlling- probably like the guy he’d been with - and didn’t want me to move while he was doing it, etc. I remember thinking it was all right, I didn’t mind that it happened but I didn’t want to be with him really and I was counting down the weeks before I left to go to school out of state. He tried but I didn’t keep in touch with him. Couldn’t wait to be rid of him.

I'd share, but my story is so unseemly that even jaded DLers would be shocked.

Oral anal ass to mouth rimming foot sucking cum eating no wet

Met Michael in 8th grade English. We spent the first week glancing at each other from across the room. At lunch he finally said he liked my sneakers. I complimented his turquoise ring, it was 1978, nobody had taste. We clicked fast.

I knew I was gay. Pretty sure he was too. A few months later, during a sleepover, he brought it up. I came out before he could finish the sentence.

That night two virgins 69’d, he came in my mouth, I in his hand. Tried anal, but we were idiots and it hurt like hell. Still, we fell hard. Boyfriends through 10th grade, best friends into our 20s. He moved to another state and sadly we lost touch.

Another sad tale of a straight guy noticing you're gay and manipulating you to get a free mojob. Live 'n learn...

I was working as a waitress in a cocktail bar...

Define 'with' a guy. Making out? Naked? Anal Sex? All of my answers will change.

But I started going to gay bars when I was 16, so yeah...was not a slut though. Height of AIDS.

(I'm tall and dressed older to get in - plus I was able to grow a full beard at 17).

R2=Sophia Petrillo

I was 18 and had a single room in the dorm in college. My phone rang in the middle of the night and a guy asked me if he could come up. He asked me if I was prejudiced and I asked him if he was black and he said yes. I said no and he came up to my room and we made out the entire night. We didn't even come or fuck, we just made out endlessly, it was really nice. He had big lips and kind of slobbered on me. Finally in the morning he asked me not to tell anyone, because he was in a frat. I didn't see him again, except one time a few years later when he came into the shop where I worked and we pretended not to know each other.

[quote]I was 16 years-old. My friend started dating this guy who was probably twice our age and they had sex together. It was totally illegal. I guess it was paedophilia, technically

r62, technically, no it wasn't ...

I came out at 18. We were college students and he was everything I wasn’t: extroverted, confident, and thoroughly at ease with himself, but also not the brightest bulb in the chandelier. He invited me to his apartment. He made very strong gin and tonics, lit candles, and we took a Mr. Bubble bath together. I had a burning erection and was leaking precum like crazy; despite my insecurities and inexperience, I was down to fuck. When I reached under the bubbles for his dick, it didn’t feel right: my first time was my first encounter with Peyronies Syndrome. Let’s just say that the sex was awkward and quite challenging. If it happened to me later in life, I would hope that I would have showed some compassion but, at the time, it freaked me out. It got better after that.

When I was in the Boy Scouts around age 11 or 12 on camping trips And one of the guys I fooled around with was two years older than me; he was in my sister's class and his brother was in my class and after scout meetings we would go to a parking lot behind a warehouse where trucks were left overnight and fool around behind the trucks basically sucking each other.

I was 15 and his name was Dusty Johnson. His family lived on a farm. One day he asked me if I knew what cornholing was. When I said no, he said he'd show me. We did it in his parents' bed and he used Crisco (butter flavor). It was heavenly.

8, molested by babysitter.

It was the summer of 2009 and I had just graduated high school. I finally had the confidence to go looking for sex. I found another teen virgin on Craigslist and he invited me over. He was a very slender Indian-American twink with a cute face. He met me in the driveway and told me introduce myself as a friend from his high school. I walked into his house and shook his dad's hand, somehow managing to hide how freaked out I was. The guy ( I remember his name 16 years later) told his dad we were going to watch a movie in the basement.

He put on Wedding Crashers and asked me if I wanted to make out. We got on the floor and he started kissing me in the most aggressive way possible. It was the first time I had kissed another person and it was more intense than pleasurable. It progressed to him jacking me off. When it was his turn, I asked him to cum in my mouth. I remember that his pubes were pretty musky and his cum was bitter. Like the kissing, it was more intense than pleasurable.

After we both got off, we went to his bedroom and cuddled for about two hours. That's the part of the evening that I remember the most clearly. I had very unaffectionate friends and parents so that was by far the most physical contact I had ever had in my life. When he held me, it was so deeply satisfying that it felt like I was melting. It was like getting into a jacuzzi and having every muscle relax at once.

That was my first time. A weird mixture of sleaze and tenderness. I'm not that sentimental about my past but this is one memory that I really cherish.

Some of these stories are really nice. Sadly, I don't remember anything about the first time I had gay sex with a man. I'm guessing it was my freshman year at Ithaca College. I do remember my first really big dick, though. Thankfully, he wanted me to fuck him.

I went to an adult bookstore when I turned 18. Got sucked off by a Black man in a suit in a booth. I tried to suck his cock but it was too thick. He said “God bless you” as he buttoned up his pants and left. He kind of looked like a young, much slimmer now-Justice Clarence Thomas. I sometimes wonder if it was indeed him.

It was okay.

R78 why did you wait until you turned 18? Honest question.

It was my thirtieth summer and I treated myself to a holiday of sun and sand.

I met him on the beach. He looked at me knowingly and asked to keep me company. I smiled, yes a bit shyly. And he sat beside me.

I confessed I was a virgin, and he promised to open my flower gently. He came with me to my hotel room. I hesitated a moment out of fear. But he kissed me softly on the lips and promised that he would give me something to remember for the rest of my life.

I was diagnosed with AIDS and monkeypox and Covid when I returned to Italy.

Her first time.

Peyronie's disease is a condition where scar tissue (plaque) develops under the skin of the penis, causing it to bend or curve during erections. This can lead to pain, erectile dysfunction, and psychological distress. It is estimated to affect 1-10% of men, with the prevalence increasing with age.

I think I've recently seen a tv commercial about this condition...

Sad.

I answered an ad in an arts & lifestyle newspaper in the college town (big city, actually) I was going to.

Ads were brief; usually a guy's first fake name and real phone number. I just wanted to meet someone who was gay. This was way before caller ID and *69 (no pun intended).

We met. I went back to his place. I wasn't attracted to him at all. Way too fey/feminine. He performed oral, and to say that I'd been saving up was an understatement. It was like Ewing 23 before J.R. shut it down. Gushers. More like a rocket taking off. The guy knew what he was doing.

I was a late bloomer. I wasn't even 100$ sure what was happening. I know that sounds b.s., but it's true. I told him I wasn't comfortable and started to get upset. He told me it was okay, and he gave me a ride back to the train station where we had agreed to meet. I was 18, but I probably looked 14 or 15.

I was lucky, though. I could have ended up getting killed.

Why, was there something wrong with the train?

yeah, I could have fallen into the tracks.

[quote] he had a huge thick 9 inch curved cock.

No he didn't.

Dear Lord in Heaven!

Personally, my first time -- or my first few times -- when I didn't know what the fuck I was doing, don't really count.

I wasn't truly present.

It wasn't until years and years later that I was with a guy who treated me very well that I had my 'first' time.

Deep.

[quote] I was lucky, though. I could have ended up getting killed.

Lucky, yeah. Back then the gay virgin death toll was staggering. Eye roll.

Blowjob from what looked to me like a good-looking college boy in the men’s room of the Paramount Theater.

I was 13 and skipping school that day and yes, looking for my first bj.

Learned I was a big boy that day. He was an international student from Germany.

1966, I was 13. A new family had moved in across the street. They moved from California to Atlanta. They had 2 kids, a 14 year old son and a17 year old daughter. The son and I became fast friends. One day we were alone at their place and he asked me if I had ever jerked off. I told him I had. Then he asked me if I had ever sucked another guy's dick. I told him I had not. He said "well there's nothing wrong with it if you want it". I admitted that I had thought about it, a lot. He stood up and unzipped his jeans and pulled his meat out and said "you can, if you want to". I wanted to, and I did. We played around a lot until he graduated from high school and went away to college. Not long after he left for college his father, who was a Coca Cola executive was transferred to the UK, and I never saw my pal again.

Does everybody shake their first time? I hooked up with a fellow student in college my first time and I kept shaking. A few years later I hooked up with another student and he was shaking, so I assumed it was his first time.

R95, I still shake.

Seriously, I came of age just before the AIDS crisis began.

Gay = AIDS = death

That's the message I had in my life. I missed out on so much.

Spring break week, freshman year in 1981 in my college dorm with the guy across the hall, whom I'd been eyeing all year. No one was supposed to be on campus. It seemed like we had the entire campus to ourselves for the entire week. I came from far away and could not afford to go home that week.

We got stoned together in his room, as usual, listening to music, but this time we were alone. My heart was pounding. And then he waved at me to get closer, until I was on his lap. Within 30 seconds we had torn each others' clothes off and had raging boners. I had never even been naked in front of another guy, not even in gym class. We kissed and 69'd for an entire hour, maybe two. r95, I'm certain I was shaking at first. He was experienced, but I was not. It felt gloriously naughty and subversive and liberating and wonderful. It was as if we were the only ones who existed on the planet. I remember a few albums he played. The songs I recall most were "Don't Stand So Close To Me" by The Police and "I Can Walk Under Ladders" by Joan Armatrading.

We were not compatible romantically. I wanted a boyfriend but ended up slutting around before I found one. Each time felt like the first time for a while.

He grew up only about an hour away and it is just now occurring to me so many decades later that he might have planned this and stayed behind on campus. We actually bumped into each other in SF about 15 years ago and became friends. I just might text him, lol! I think it might embarrass us both. Can't believe I'm starting to get an erection, which is unfortunately rare these days.

Do it, r97. Or the next time you think about him may be when you read his obituary.

R97 You reminded me of my freshman year Fall 1982. It was not my first time, but during fall break, two of us stayed in the dorm for the long weekend. His roommate has a TV in his room so we hiked across campus to the only open dining hall for dinner. When we got back to our building, we went to his room to watch TV. We sat on the bottom bunk (his bed) next to each other. I think SNL just ended and I was getting ready to go back to my room. Out of nowhere, he suggested that we jerk each other off before bed. I had no idea he had any interest in messing around with another guy. My whole body started shaking. We unzipped our jeans and took out ours dicks. I knew I would cum the second I touched myself so I reached over and squeezed his dick. In one fast move, he turned around so his dick was in my face and mine in his. I put my mouth on his a few seconds before he took mine into his mouth and immediately we both came.

I ate his load, but he spit mine in the trash can. We repeated the next morning after breakfast and both lasted much longer. That afternoon every else started to return. We never talked about it again and, sadly, never did it again. Because of him, I have always had a soft spot for light blond guys with dark brown eyes.

r98, we text each other random, usually juvenile stuff a few times every other month or so, so it's not like we're not in touch. It's a peculiar, non-sexual friendship that our respective spouses are aware of. They both know that "he took my priceless virtue away". OK, it's juvenile, but in the context that we're old men now. For example, he recently had shoulder surgery. I had spine surgery a few years ago. The conversation grew to speculation on whose handsome surgeon has the bigger penis. Need to come up with something that could segway into a conversation about that Spring Break, something we've never discussed in detail. He usually texts me when he's bored at work. I actually want to know mostly so that I can come back and post it here! My guess is that something was going on at home and he stayed and just took advantage of the situation. Somewhere in a shoebox I might have a letter that he wrote to me and shoved it under my door after we hooked up. I'd like to think that I got rid of it at some point. I've sent notes like that to others -- mostly to guys who turned out to be straight. And hope those notes no longer exist.

It was my first time. My only time, in fact. And as luck would have, I became impregnated. With twins!

I should've killed myself when he put it in me. After the first time, before we were married, Ralph promised never again. He promised, and I believed him. But sin never dies. Sin never dies. At first, it was all right. We lived sinlessly. We slept in the same bed, but we never did it. And then, that night, I saw him looking down at me that way. We got down on our knees to pray for strength. I smelled the whiskey on his breath. Then he took me. He took me, with the stink of filthy roadhouse whiskey on his breath, and I liked it. I liked it! With all that dirty touching of his hands all over me. I should've given you to God when you were born, but I was weak and backsliding, and now the Devil has come home! We'll pray!

I was 16. He looked like a tall, young David Bowie, & was the epitome of cool.

Just absolutely gorgeous. I scored, & I chose well.

Oh, and a perfect, beautiful cock, btw. Washboard abs, BEAUTIFUL ass & legs.

It was a very positive first time. We ended up really liking each other, however, his sister was my BFF, & I prioritized her over him, in order to maintain our friendship, at that time.

"Does everybody shake their first time?"

I shook the first time. I also puked shortly beforehand. I had locked eyes with this hot blond at the 'frat bar' on campus, and we each snuck away from our friends to the back of the bar. He told me to meet him by the "Alma Mater" statue at the center of campus in an hour. I told my friends I was leaving. As i walked home to take a shower, I was so nervous about what I knew was going to happen that I vomited on a church that I passed. I went home, showered, brushed my teeth and met him as planned. We rented a room for $18 at the local Comfort Inn and split the cost. (Thinking back, that was the best $9 I ever spent.) In the room, he kissed me and touched me, and I shook for the first several minutes. But I got in the groove quickly, and he said I gave head well for a beginner. He fucked me with no lube other than spit. And over 40 years later, I can still remember every detail of that night.

On the roof of the dorms. We were up there chatting and it turned into handjobs. I didn’t last very long. I thought I was reasonably experienced because I screwed around with a girl in middle school. Well, I wasn’t. We were soon looking for any secluded place we could find. And it was never mentioned in the light of day.

I haven't thought about this in years, but this talk of shaking has jarred my memory.

I'd been secretly fooling around with a young man from the corner deli. I was partnered and he was a married Yemeni so we were very discreet. But apparently not enough, because one day his younger brother came to my office and asked me point blank if I'd been messing around with his brother, and if so he wanted some of the same.

He was about 19 and I was around 30 and even though I denied it, some days later we were off to a hot sheet motel in neighboring Park Slope. We petted and kissed and then he said he wanted to be fucked (I'd never topped his brother.) With a little bit of lube he slowly sat on my achingly hard cock, facing away with his back on my chest, and yes he was shaking from head to toe and his dick was pointing to the heavens.

We met up a few times after that and I never confirmed that I'd been with his brother, and his brother never suspected I'd been with his younger sibling.

This kid had big dreams of being a "successful American gay" (his words) but the last I heard he was roped into a marriage, kids, etc.

We lost touch a long time ago but I'd often jerk off remembering his first fuck and the trembling that went along with it. I think I'll go do that again tonight.

The time I consider my first time -- I cared about him; more to the point, I knew he was going to take care of ME -- I showed up at his place and my heart was racing.

I talked and words came out in the wrong order.

"This might get worse," I cautioned after taking a beat.

He put his hand on my chest and I said, you're trying to figure out if my heart is racing too much for us to continue, aren't you?

He humbly said yes; fortunately, we were able to proceed.

Was that cannon fire, or is it my heart pounding?

It was during my twenty-first summer and I was working behind the poppers counter at the Mr S Leather booth. I was stocking the Jungle Juice display when I heard these booming voices say, "Excuse me, ma'am. Where are the bussy plugs?" I turned around and there they were. Our eyes locked, and for one brief moment, there was nobody else on Earth but us. I know in my heart, if I'd just followed my feelings that day at the Mr S Leather booth, today I would be Mrs. Anderson-Patel-McCarthy-Nguyen-Santos-Kim-Robinson-Moreno-Becker-Castillo-O’Brien-Schmidt-Choi-Russo-Fletcher-Delgado-Tanaka-Boudreaux-Shah-Jensen-Kowalski-Alvarez-Li-Romano-Nwosu-Carter-Mehta-Yamamoto-Duarte-Sullivan-Park-Ibrahim-Novak-Reyes-Murphy-Fontaine-Das-Griffith-Müller-Bernard-Okafor-Costa-Singh-Larsen-Walsh-Petrov-Nakamura-Duarte-Holloway-Velez-Farley!

Sometimes this thread makes me think I have clicked on NIFTY.

OP was a teenage whore!

[quote] Black guy from the health club with 4% bodyfat. Chest was 1.5x time the size of waist, omg. Big legs, too.

You or him?

Did the black guy from the health club sit still while you were doing all your precise body measurements and calculations or did you and some friends knock him out and tie him down?

[quote] Sometimes this thread makes me think I have clicked on NIFTY.

R110 The Data Lounge: from Kierkegaard to Kink!

It was you, OP. You were my first!

I was 13; he was twenty years older. He jerked me off in an alley. The next time I saw him he took me to his apartment and fucked me.

I ended up cycling through a group of older men in my small town. Blowjobs in dark cars on country lanes. Fucking strangers in sleazy motels. Me on top.

But love came calling and I went for it. Found my amour propre and never looked back.

Hard to believe they gave Snow White a ride at Disneyland and not you.

Sophomore year in HS, 1985. Met a Jr who was one of the school's gays. He was fun, everyone liked him, good family in the area. We got talking @ lunch one day he asks me if we have a Betamax, I said my dad had one in his office. He then started talking about our pool & how he'd like to go swimming after school blah blah blah..... I was so nervous & said, you want to come over to my house today? He then said, that would be fun & he'd bring a movie......... Long story short, watched the porn, we sucked each other off, went swimming, sucked each other off, got out of the pool & once again. My mom was always home right @ 5.... We became fuck buddies until he moved away a year & a half later & then I did. We're still good friends. Both married in LTR's & happy with our lives & loves.