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My First Bi Experience  

SRockets 49M  
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10/29/2020 1:39 am
My First Bi Experience


It's been over 22 years now, but the first time I did anything sexual with a man came in the summer of 1998. I was in my early 20's and in college, so there was a lot of drinking and partying going . But there were occasionally some nights where I wasn't either working or out with friends.

On those nights, I usually cozied with some beer and a bowl, then checked out whatever was going the AOL rooms. This was before high speed internet was common, so streaming video wasn't a thing. Back then, you'd find people talk , and trade pictures back and forth. I had no pictures of myself that weren't fully clothed, so I would trade favorite pictures I'd downloaded off the internet. stored a Zip Disk, since my computer only had a 4GB hard drive.

When I first started collecting jpg's it was exclusively hetero porn. But before too long, I started to admire the cocks in the pictures almost as much as the pussy. Advancing to pictures of those cocks shooting cum on (or in) the woman. Soon, I was enjoying pics without the women in them at . Then more than just one guy and more than one cock. With cum! But I'd imagine there's thousands of people who share a similar story to mine.

I remember this day like it happened last week. I'd finished my classes by noon, did some stuff and was settling down around 7pm when I cracked a beer and fired the modem. The plan was look at some porn and shoot a load, then get with my night. Looking at the menu of rooms, I entered a local gay . (Which I'd started do more often. If you're looking get off, guys will help quicker than girls in most cases...)

Soon I was chatting over an IM with a guy about miles from my apartment. Told him my story, never been with a guy, nervous about trying things, concerned about what it means, etc... Same story that thousands of guys have. We were swapping favorite pics and eventually he talked me into driving out to meet him at his house.

It was counter to every instinct I'd had to that point. I know nothing about this guy. He could be a psycho or simply supply the blowjob he offered and I go on my merry way. For me, this was a recent fantasy. Only within the last year had it been something I would have even considered. As I drove, I got deep into my head about what all that meant. Rationalizing it as an offered mouth to make my penis feel good. Nothing more, nothing less. This does not change who I am as a person.

So I'm cool with this.

It was a little after 10pm when I rang the doorbell. He answered and let me in. Unfortunately, his roommate hadn't left for work yet, so we'd have to wait for him to leave. I sat on the couch, mostly alone for about minutes. Watching the news and then a local sports recap show. As they both milled about the house, going through the living room past , I was uncomfortable as hell.

Finally that guy leaves and the one that invited over, sat down with the couch. He asked if I wanted watch porn, but he didn't have any straight videotapes (it was 1998!). I told him gay porn was cool with . Truth be told, I'd never watched any gay porn to that point, beyond brief clips that dial- internet would allow. So it definitely added my experience, and helped calm my nerves his roommate brought ...

He had stripped down a t-shirt and his underwear. a tight black boxer brief that held in a nice looking package. He said if a was comfortable, I should undress and join him. Soon I was also in a t-shirt, but in loose grey and blue plaid flannel boxer shorts. With a tent in front.

"Can I touch it?"

Here it is... The first time a man is going to touch my<b> erect </font></b>penis. I had to automatically say yes without thinking. Not that I was going to talk myself out of this, but I was deep in my head. Snapping out of it when I saw him taking his underwear off, and seeing a growing cock, just inches from my arm. But before I could think of that, I feel him pulling my cock out of my boxers.

"Want to take them off?"

Without thinking, I raise my hips and he pulls them to my ankles. His cock slides against my arm. It was like lightning. I almost didn't notice that he was slowly stroking me slowly. Timidly, I touched his semi-flaccid penis, which twitched and grew quicker as I did. I felt his balls, which were more fuzzy than hairy, but tightly compacted to his body. I grasped him and just held it in my hand. Hard, yet soft, and really hot. Just like mine feels, only I don't match that feeling with the sensation shooting and down my own cock. I was almost mesmerized watching what my hand was doing him. And how much just looking at it was turning .

Suddenly I feel his warm and wet lips and tongue wrap around the tip. He was definitely an artist that took pride in his work. I'm not a big guy, so he was able to take the whole thing without gagging -even slightly. I started jerking him faster in appreciation. His hand squeezed my balls slightly, then moved down between my legs. His mouth never missed a beat during this.

When I started masturbating, it didn't take long for find that I liked how rubbing between my balls and butthole felt. I didn't there often, I kept it as "special treat" for myself. It was like a secret I kept from myself out of guilt for finding pleasure in something that wrong? How did he know about my special place?

Unfortunately, he didn't get as far as I didn't even know I wanted him get. Just as I feel his middle finger slide between his index and ring finger slightly sperate my raised ass cheeks. That middle finger was approaching my tightly puckered hole when I passed the point of no return. Soon as I felt that fingertip lightly press on my anus, I shot what seemingly was an ice cream scoop worth of jizz into the back of his throat. I jerked away as I had one of my most intense orgasms of my life and he withdrew his hand. I'd let go of his cock, and he quickly rolled over onto the couch and jerked his own load onto his chest.

What was seemingly hours, was actually under five minutes.

I was suddenly embarrassed that it was over so quickly. Then I started to freak myself out. I had possibly enjoyed this too much? What does that even mean? Does this change everything that I thought I knew about myself? The only thing I knew for sure right then was that I had to get out of there now! I quickly dressed and apologised but I had to leave. He understood.

I got in my car, opened all the windows, lit a cigarette, put on some screamy death metal and drove home. Taking the longest route possible to process everything that had taken place that night.

I really did have fun.

And that orgasm was incredible.

But it would be a while before I got the courage pursue a second encounter.

As an interesting side note, the very first time my current wife gave me a blowjob, she did the exact same thing with her hand. I'd never even hinted her that I loved that done . At least this time I was calmer and got enjoy some quality ass as my cock was being sucked. That was worth enough "brownie points" marry that woman!

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