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My Journey with Men
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My Journey with Men My Journey with Men I have not written a blog before, but these are of my real experiences with men, from my first experience to current. Curious guys and those I have been with have occasionally asked about what I have done sexually with men, so I thought it was time to put into a written form. I am not professing to be an expert on male gay sex, nor am I going to be every gay or bi guys match, and vice-versa, but I will still treat every guy with respect, regardless of our interests or chemistry. I can’t recall every experience to the last letter, but certain events in my journey are still as clear today, as on the day or night they happened. I remember some lovely experiences with women, but those are and were, one on one, and monogamous. My experiences with guys have developed in a different direction, where I started off as one to one, but got introduced to group situations. I am open and comfortable with either situation with guys. 1. My First Experience I grew up at a time when sex education was not discussed at home, and was not covered at school. At that time I had been in the Scouts, and fortunately, I was in a troop that was more focused on teaching how to tie knots, use a compass, bushcraft, and many other things that Baden Powell had mentioned in his book. To say I was innocent and naïve at the time would be an understatement. There are a couple of things that happened in my first two experiences with men, although 35 years apart, that by co-incidence had some similar features. My first experience when I was 14, and about to turn 15. In those days, I used to go and watch the football on most Saturday afternoons during the season, and usually went on my own, using the train to get there. I had been to a match in March, and had just started to walk home. I had walked for a couple of minutes, when a blue Ford pulled up next to me. The guy driving was in his 60’s, and asked for directions. I told him it was easy to get there, and gave him directions. I had not been told about getting into cars with strangers, but believed him enough, when he said he had been in Japan, and had returned to live in Australia, but that he had never lived in Melbourne. He said if I showed him the street he was looking for, he would then drop me off at home. He was true to his word, but I was so innocent, and had no idea he was grooming me with the conversation and questions he asked as he was driving the car. He showed interest in what the football was about, and would like me to explain the rules and game to him another time. I told him I had just started Senior Scouts, and could miss the following Friday night, if he would like. He said he would like that. I said I would meet him at the end of my street at 7pm. I gave it no further thought, until the Friday night, when I realised I had told him I would meet him. I got dressed into my uniform, expecting him not to be there, and that I would go the Scouts as usual. I got that wrong, as he was waiting in his car. I got into his car, and he was friendly and polite. I had no idea what he had planned, and where we would go. We drove to an area I was actually familiar with, as I played cricket close by during the summer months, so I was not concerned. Most of those ovals are no longer in existence, as it is the site of the Melbourne Grand Prix. The only thing is that it was night time, and we were the only ones there. We chatted in the car, he asked me questions about school, hobbies, interests etc. There were some gravel roads around the ovals, and he asked if I would like to have a drive. I was reluctant, but he said it would be ok, as the car was automatic, and I would be fine driving slowly. We swapped positions, although he sat very close to me, as he had bench seats, and he could instruct me as I was driving. I was driving for a few minutes, when he said to stop, turn off the motor, and he would tell me how I went. I had my shorts on, and he said I had done well, whist stroking my knee, and thigh. I did not tell him to stop, as it did not affect me, and I had no idea what he was leading to. He saw I was not pushing his hand away, so his hand went up to my stomach area. He pulled my shirt out of my pants, and started to stroke my stomach. I did not push his hand away, and I got an erection, not realising the significance of that at the time. He could sense I was aroused, and undid my top button of my pants, and then unzipped my zipper. I let him pull my pants down, and he gently played with my cock and balls. He did all that, without asking how it felt or me, he just continued the conversation, about general topics. I have to admit I was horny and hard, and was enjoying it. He was very gentle, and at no time in the car, did he undress himself, or make me touch him. He was grooming me, for another time. He drove me home, so I would get there at the usual time after a Friday meeting. We had not talked about the football that first night. He asked if we could meet again, so that we could talk some more. I did not feel threatened, and agreed. He said not to mention driving the car to anyone. I was comfortable with him, and we agreed on the next Friday night. He was waiting there again the following Friday night. We drove to the same ovals, and it was much the same, talking, having a drive, and I allowed him to play with me. He was gentle again, and did not expose himself. He again dropped me off at home in time. I did not mention our Friday nights together to anyone. We met another 4 or 5 times, around the ovals, one night he took me to the city for an ice-cream. He was extremely gentle on all these occasions. During our many conversations, he knew I liked stamp collecting at that time. The next Friday night we met, and said he had some stamp albums from Japan, he could show me. He said they were at his flat, which was only about 3 minute’s drive from the ovals we went to. I agreed, and we drove there. I cannot believe in hindsight how naïve I was, but that is how innocent I was. We got to his one bedroom flat. I walked in, and saw paperwork on the kitchen and coffee tables. He apologised he could not move the paperwork, as it was in an order he work through. I took him at his word. He suggested I could look at the albums in his bedroom. He turned on the bedroom light, and I could see he had a mattress on the floor, and the albums next to the pillows. Some might ask, how you could do what he next asked, but I was comfortable with him. He said he had changed the sheets that day, and did not want to dirty them. He asked if I could get undressed, before I got on the bed to look at the albums. He turned on the bedside lamp, turned off the main light, and said to make myself comfortable. He said he was going to get me a soft drink and left the room. I did undress, and laid on my stomach, put a pillow under my chin, and started looking through the albums. I was not aroused, and he came in a couple of times, asked how I was going, and said he would do a bit of paperwork in the other room. He mentioned features of Japanese stamps when he came in. It must have been his dream seeing a then 15 year old boy, lying undressed on his bed. He came in with another soft drink, I noticed he was only wearing a pair of green socks, and I could see his naked lower legs, but it meant nothing to me, and I looked no further, otherwise I would have seen he had completely undressed. He must have sensed I trusted him, and came in a couple more times, to see how I was enjoying the stamps. I am guessing I had been there for about 30 minutes or so, when testosterone got the better of him. I was not prepared for the painful jab, that I was about to receive in my butt. He rammed his cock in without warning, it really hurt, but was over in seconds, as he was so horny, he virtually ejaculated in me as soon as he had put it in. He immediately realised what he had done, and apologised profusely. I asked to go home. He said he would wipe any mess off me, and then take me home. He did take me straight home, and did not stop apologising. I told him I would tell anyone, and I would let it go, but would agree to see him again. The next Friday night I went to the Scouts, he was waiting at the end of the street. He said he was not going to bother me, gave me an envelope and said how sorry he was. I put the envelope in my pocket, and told him I had not, or would not mention it to anyone. The silly part for him was that he had spent so much time being kind and gentle with me, and those previous nights. The outcome may have been totally different, if he had continued his gentle behaviour in the car, to his flat. He knew he could me aroused, even though I did not know the significance at that time in my life. He had arranged his flat to get me into his bedroom, the addition of one simple item, lubrication, may have resulted in something we may have enjoyed together. He knew how to arouse me, so he may have found taking the next step off putting some lubrication in my hole, and slowly inserting his fingers first. He then would have had a chance to ask if I was enjoying it, I don’t know what my answer would have been at that age. It didn’t happen that way, so I am not going to try and speculate. I did not open his letter for a few days. He again apologised, and said he liked me, and did not to see me hurt. He put a $5 note in there, I don’t think he needed to try and buy my silence, as I keep my word, and to this day have never mentioned his name or what happened to any friends, family or authorities. I had already put the incident out of my mind by the time I read his letter. His letter did rekindle some questions in my head, as to what he had tried to do. In those days there were no computers, so I went to the local library, and found very little information. I found a few short articles in the non-fiction section, but they did not mean much to me at that time. The only thing that stuck in my head was the mention of using lubrication. I threw the letter away, but his address stuck in my mind, as it was a very simple set of numbers, in a street not far from where I played cricket. It was October, and I had gone to play cricket. I always went early to help prepare the wicket for play. It had been raining overnight, and the umpires got there around 11am which was unusual for them, and said they would inspect the wicket. The game usually started at 1pm, but they said they would re-inspect the wicket at 2pm. I told the captain I was going for a walk, and would be back well before 2pm. I don’t know why, but I was curious to see if the guy was still living in the same place. I put a couple of dabs of after<b> shave </font></b>lotion on, that I saw in the dressing rooms, before I left. I didn’t use after<b> shave </font></b>lotion at that time, so I don’t know what was going on, but I would say I was ready to surrender myself to him, to please him. It must have been his comment he liked me, and he was truly sorry. I was prepared to mention lubrication if he was there. I got to the flat, and knocked on the door, there was no answer, but an elderly woman neighbour, came out and asked who I was looking for. I mentioned his name, and she said I had missed him by 5 minutes. I said that was fine, and I might call back another day. I never returned to his flat after that. I was fortunate enough that I was neither physically injured, nor emotionally scarred, by that encounter. 2. No Man’s Land For the next 35 years or so, I had put that initial experience out of my head, and did not dwell on it. I played various sports, and had plenty of showers after games, and was not interested in guy’s full stop. No guy ever approached me in all those years. It was also a period where homosexuality was frowned upon, and the HIV epidemic started. I avoided any of those situations. I do now understand how difficult it must have been for guys at that time. 3. An unplanned trip ending up on Cloud 9 There are some similarities between my first experience and the second, even with a gap of 35 years or so. It was a Saturday, and I was going to the football with a mate, to the premier sports oval in Melbourne. We had agreed to meet for counter lunch at a Pub, which was near the railway station, which was 2 stops away from the oval we were going to. I was in the car, probably 5 minutes from the Pub, when I got a phone call from my mate, to say something had happened and he could not make it. I was so close to the destination Pub, I decided I would just go on my own. I ordered my lunch, and sat down in the lounge area of the Pub, which was empty at that stage. A couple more people ventured in, and I took no notice of them. My number was called up, and I collected my meal, and went back to my table. I had just started eating, when this older guy with an American accent asked if he could join me. I said no problem. He introduced himself, and mentioned it was going to be his last weekend in Australia. We started chatting about various topics. I mentioned I was going to the football, which got him asking various questions about rules, scoring etc. I said every code of football was different, and it is not always easy to understand during a conversation, without seeing it in front of you. He showed interest by asking question after question, as he was trying to compare it to the football he watched back home in the States. He asked out of interest, if it was possible to go with me to the game. I was fine with that, but said it would be very noisy, as one of the teams playing had a big supporter following. I noticed on the Pub noticeboard that the game was being shown live on Foxtel. I had not bought my admission ticket at that stage, and suggested we could watch it on the TV at the Pub, so it would not be noisy, and I could explain things about the game. He told me he had Foxtel at the apartment he was staying at, which was about 5 to 7 minutes’ walk away. We agreed on that, and then talked about other things again, as we finished lunch. During our time having lunch, and walking to his apartment, neither of us raised any topic remotely related to sex. He opened the apartment door; it was one room apartment, with a double bed, small kitchenette area, sofa and coffee table in front of a TV. The bathroom area was through a door next to the kitchenette. He said to make myself comfortable, make a hot drink, or have something from the fridge. He said he had been in the city, and would have a quick shower. We had not mentioned anything about sex, so he just got undressed next to the bed. I caught of glimpse of him, and noticed he really had a good body for a guy of his age, and he looked distinguished with his greying hair. He did worry about wrapping a towel around himself. I don’t know what made me say it, but as he was about one step away from walking past me, I said, “you are in good shape”. I was surprised to see him get an instant erection, but he continued to the bathroom. I had not been with a guy in private in all those years, but I started to feel aroused after seeing him. I went and got a drink from the fridge, but noticed I still had an erection that was not going to go down straight away. He came out of the bathroom, in a white dressing gown, but I could see he still had an erection. He sat next to me on the sofa, and stroked my leg, and then his hand ended on my cock, which was very hard. He again told me to make myself comfortable. I just took my shoes off. His dressing gown had opened, and his erection was also not going down. He then told me straight out he preferred men. I then said I had something to tell him, about my earlier experience. He sat back and listened and was very empathetic. He said he could understand how I felt, and would get dressed, and we could watch the football as originally planned. I was still horny, and felt comfortable with him. I stood up, and got undressed in front of him, and asked him to take me to bed. He asked if I was really sure, and I answered with yes please. He took my hand, and led the way. I got straight on the bed, and he got next to me, and said if I wanted to stop at any time, or he was hurting, he would stop immediately. He started cuddling me, and we embraced, it felt good, every so often he ran his hand over my cock, and it was still very hard. We then kissed as we cuddled, and we said to tell him to stop if it was not for me, but I was enjoying it. I was looking at his cock, and wanted to feel it in my mouth. I gently unclasped from the cuddling position, and rolled him onto his back. I got on my knees, and used my hands to play with his cock and balls. I then put my head down there, and he opened his legs a little, and I started to lick his balls. He let pleasurable light groans, and I then started working my way up his shaft licking and kissing his cock. He was playing with my cock, which was very hard. He said I was doing a great job, and stopped playing with my cock for a few seconds. He had lent into the bedside table, and got some wet stuff lubrication out. I now had my lips over his knob, as he put some lube in my hole. His finger went into my hole slowly, and he asked if it was still ok to do that. I was really feeling relaxed, and his fingers went in further, and it felt wonderful. I now wanted more than his fingers in there, and he has very hard as I was giving him oral. For someone who had not been with a guy before in this situation, I was so aroused and comfortable; I thought I had nothing to lose. I asked was there a position he would like me to take up. He suggested I roll on my back, it was if I knew what to do, and my legs went up over his shoulders. He put some more lube in my hole, and on his cock. He put it in slowly, and it just kept going further and further with each thrust. It did not hurt, and felt so natural. I had tingles going through whole body, and my head felt so light, I did not want it to stop. He said I had a beautiful tight hole, but if he had known this was going to happen between us, he would have prepared with a Viagra in advance. He said it was so good for him, but he could not hold off what was going to happen. He said “I want to blow inside you, is that ok”? I nodded with a smile. He let out some pleasurable groans, and he said this is for you. I could not believe what had happened, it really felt so natural. He suggested we both have a shower. We did, and then sat down for a coffee, and started watching the football on TV. He said he was not going to lecture me, just give some friendly advice he accumulated over the years. Some of the things I remember him saying were: • It is not always going to be the case that you have the right chemistry with a guy, like we had with ours. • there are many guys out there, with different backgrounds and interests, but not that many you will instantly click with, so don’t be disappointed. If you aren’t attracted, which goes both ways, be polite and say no those that you don’t feel comfortable with. • he apologized, but he had no idea we would be intimate together, so realistically we should have had safe sex. I then said I was interested in meeting guys, what were some ways, it was all new to me. He suggested I avoid Clubs where guys have been drinking too much, go to quieter venues. I said they were not my scene, even on the straight side. He mentioned there are a couple of on line sites, that have chat rooms, but again be careful for fake profiles, and time wasters, which are not always easy to pick. He mentioned saunas, but said that needs to be taken carefully the first time, and then decide if you are comfortable with it. Took me about 8 years to go to my first Sauna, again, another unplanned event, will get to that later on. He suggested he could help me set up a profile on a site. He picked one out he said he was on, and was ok. He had the internet on, so he dialled in. He got it started, and filled in a profile with honesty, including my in-experience. He said he had a camera, and could take a couple of profile pics. I still had an erection as he took the pics, and commented I was a horny boy. He said profile pics would take a while to get approved. We went back to watching the TV. Time rolled on, and I noticed he had an erection again. I put my hand on his cock. He whispered, we will do it here on the sofa, if you get on your knees. I could see him in the reflection in the mirror slide in for doggy style, it looked perfect to me. This time he also played with my cock every so often. He said to me, you are really enjoying this. He put some lube on his hand, and massaged my hard cock, as he was fucking me. He said he would like me to cum, as he was ready to blow again. He found the spot, I ejaculated everywhere, as he blew in me. I apologized for the mess, he said it would be easy to clean. He asked if I was hungry, and would like to order some take away dinner. I thought I had outworn my welcome, but he said he was having a wonderful time. He ended up getting a pizza, and deserts delivered. We had our dinner. We opened the laptop up to check the progress of the pics approval. They were still waiting approval. We sat and watched some more TV and chatted. He mentioned I was the first guy he had clicked with in Australia, and was so surprised how I was going, after that earlier experience, and that I was so relaxed. I could only tell him it was a testament to him, that he was so understanding ,gentle and it really felt so natural to be having intercourse together. He opened the laptop up again to show some photos of his home town in the States. He then went back to check the pics progress, and they had been approved. He showed me around the site, and then went to the local chat site. Not many guys were around. We got a private chat invite, and he wanted to have cyber-sex. I politely declined, I was not into that. I am still not into cyber-sex, I prefer being with a guy in person. I logged out. I was really feeling I was outwearing my welcome, particularly if he had planned to go out. He said he had no plans, and was enjoying my company. I went to the toilet to empty the waterworks. I came back, the main light was off, and there was only candle light on the coffee table. My host was in bed. We cuddled and kissed, and he said it was romantic with the right guy. He asked me to get in the missionary position to make love. He told me he had a little secret to tell me. I had no idea what he was going to say. He asked if I was still in a hurry to go. I said not really. He said that was good, as he had taken a Viagra, before we ate. He said it would be nice to show me some positions, so long as I was not sore and was ok. He applied lube to my hole every so often. I really got an introduction to male to male intercourse, which was perfect physically and emotionally, with exactly the right guy for the occasion. I felt so good in every way, I just did not want it to stop. I have no idea how long we had been making love, when he said he was buggered. His mind, and cock wanted more, but he was out of energy. I looked at the clock, it was almost midnight. I had lost track of time. This time I said it was really time to let him have some peace. He said I was welcome to stay if I was tired, but I really felt it was time to give him , his space back. He said he would have loved to have met me at the start of his time in Australia, as he would have enjoyed a lot more intimacy with me. That was great to hear. To Be Continued |
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