Gay first time short stories
Do you remember your first time? Your first experience with another guy? Your first story with another gay guy?
It's that first moment of total pleasure when everything else disappears, and those weird “feelings” suddenly make complete sense. Suddenly, everything falls into place: you're not a freak of nature or “different”, simply experiencing the simple joys that you were born to enjoy.
For most gay guys, our first gay experience is usually a moment of revelation and clarity that eventually leads to our have acceptance and the urge to say the world. For others, it's a complete disaster that we prefer to forget… although one thing's for sure, you will never truly forget it!
In this post, we asked a scant of our friends from around the world to disseminate their first gay experience with us, whether it was a first-time gay k&#;ss, their first gay love story, or something a bit more spicy(!)… and we've arrange it all out right here. You'll also want to check out our own love story of how we first met each other.
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Dad died when I was six. The rabbi who lived in the apartment below took over for him. I’m sure he wanted to do Mom. They packed us off to an evil Hasidic summer camp where everyone made fun of us because we didn’t know their crazy prayers. My brother was four. We would secretly meet in the woods, hug each other and wail. We couldn’t grasp why our father died and our mother sent us to this terrible place. I learned to hate all religion and still do.
Mom was a dark-haired, curvaceous looker, juicy, and in her prime. She liked sex but decided that all men had to pay for it. The butcher brought steaks; the florist, flowers; the bagel man left fresh hot steaming bagels by our door every morning for months. Leon, the ice cream man left ice cream. My younger brother and I were adv dispatched to verb the stuff into the house, so they couldn’t observe Mom. And not to forget Abe, the jeweler, who brought, well, jewels. They all tried to get inside. Some did. When Mom met the noun who brought it all, she married him.
We lived in Borough Park, in Brooklyn. Until I ran away, I thought eve
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As a gay human, you may be surprised to listento that one of the biggest hurdles I faced was going into a gay bar for the first time.
At years-old, I was in awe of my straight mates. They&#;d been wandering into bars and nightclubs for the last year with the only threat of getting asked for age identification.
At 17 years ancient, my straight mates were not only getting drunk most Friday and Saturday nights but were boasting about sleeping around with members of the contrary sex without any worry. Whether they&#;d slept with many of those they mentioned was unseal to debate.
At 17 years old, it was against the law for me to sleep with a person of the same sex. If I boasted about it, I could get myself into trouble. The law stated that, for my shelter, sex remained on hold until I reached
Of course, I overlooked that particular part of the law. Verb any red-blooded male at 17, my hormones made my brain think of little else but wanting to (putting it mildly) verb laid.
By the occasion I reached my 19th birthday, I already had what I had considered a boyfriend. He was over the age of 21 and