My First Gay ExperienceSubmitted by Murphy1844 at 2009-12-18 17:06:23 EST
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It's my day off today, and I was thinking about something to write about. I don't want attention, or to create controversy, so, as I was watching a few unrelated-to-the-post debates on youtube.com, I came up with a title in my head to write about. I hope you'll find this interesting and worth reading, because I found it interesting and worth sharing.
Tough to pin down exactly what my first experience was... was it the first thought of kissing another boy on the lips? The thought of exchanging hand-jobs, the thought of putting another boy's penis in my mouth, or (much later) the thought of ramming my junk in a boy's butt? I'm not so sure... so I'll leave the subjective definition up to you, my largely straight crowd, to understand. Ask yourself this: Was your first "straight" experience the moment you plunged your wee-wee in a woman's vagina? I would guess not, but don't let me influence you.
I've had many crushes in the past, all on boys. I am 29 now, so using this word makes me seem a pervert, and so now I call my crushes men. Back then though, as a boy, I had crushes on boys. The first was named Travis. I was in the fourth grade.
I get this a lot. In bars, in current time, from the people in this community I haven't quite escaped from:
I say, "oh no, I'm not interested... I don't date women." This puzzles a lot of people here. I think it's funny at times, and at times I think about creative things to do with six feet of rope.
The puzzled person is puzzled for a bit, then comes to that wonderful realization. Oh my goodness, the man I'm sitting next to is possibly, and probably, oh my goodness, GAY!
From my point of view, which is largely dismissed in this super-self-centered place I live (and in many parts of America), is "oh god." I say this because I'm aware, from experience, the question or questions that follow next.
"How do you KNOW?"
I won't waste time explaining this. My standard answer is how do you know you're straight?
Although we make many decisions in this passing of time, I'm sure we can at least sort of agree that who you wanna fuck is who you wanna fuck. Sex and lust and passion comes first, then comes a healthy monogamous relationship that lasts, at most, a couple years. When kids are involved, hopefully much longer, for life I think. When kids aren't involved, this passion sets over the ocean and sinks and dies, and a new sun is in order.
I define sex between two gay males as either anal penetration or oral pleasure.
Many people assume that all gay dudes like it in the ass, and this is untrue. Personally, I don't. And personally, I know a ton-shit of straight dudes who positively LOVE ass pleasure but have zero interest in other guys. Would you like to know the answer to this anomaly, my friends? It's called the prostate gland. And it's it's called, in scientific terms, NATURAL VARIETY! We are all different, get fucking used to it.
When I lost my virginity it was to a blow-job, and the best blow-job I can (or probably will) ever have.
Here's the trick to giving the best blow-job ever: I learned this from him, and I've practiced and perfected since. You curl your lips over your teeth and sort of bite down. If you take it deep, there is a bit of mucus the coughs up, which adds some lube to the situation. Next, if you wrap your fingers around the bottom of your lips, and slide up and down, and go very consistently, you create pressure (which is usually missing from a blow-job). That's it! Keep going, have confidence, sincerely love what you are doing, and your partner will absolutely tremble with pleasure.
And that is what I did.
About a year in to our relationship, after we were comfortable talking to each-other about anything and everything, he said to me. "Do you remember your first BJ?" I said, yes.
"You were shaking at the end", he said. I didn't remember actually.
After I came in to his mouth, and after he chocked for a second before swallowing everything, he wiped his mouth and lit two cigarettes. One was for me.