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Authors name: Alex (alex005565@aol.com)
Story title : My True Gay Experience
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My True Gay Experience (M/M-teen, 1st)
by Alex (alex005565@aol.com)
I'm a 34 year old, single, Bi-sexual male. But I've only
had sex with one man in my life and that was when I was
18. The relationship only lasted for a couple of
months before he decided to end it. He was a 49 year
old, married man with balding hair and a full beard. He
had 2 grown children ages 22 and 24 who were living in
NYC. He owned an antique store on LI, and his wife
worked in the city.
I used to go bike riding a lot during the summer
months. I often rode my bike the 10 miles down to the
harbor to watch the boats. Lots of people liked to take
lunch by the water as well.
One day I passed by a man sitting in a red convertible.
I didn't say anything to him as I passed by his parked
car and stopped at a bench about 20 ft behind him. As I
watched the boats, I noticed him looking at me through
his rear view mirror. I stayed for about 10 min,
resting up for the return trip.
As I walked the bike past his car, he said, "Hello."
Then added, "Kind of hot to be bike riding isn't it?"
I returned his greeting and told him that I actually
enjoyed it more when it was hot out.
During this exchange, I didn't break stride while
walking the bike past him, and I planned to continue on
my way. However he continued the conversation by
asking me how often I rode my bike this way.
Not wanting to be impolite, I stopped and approached
his car. We then talked for a few minutes about biking.
He told me he and his wife used to ride, but hadn't for
a few years.
When I finally told him that I had better get going, he
asked again how often I rode my bike down to the water.
I told him that I usually rode down about 2 times a
week. He then said his goodbyes and said that it had
been nice talking to me and I said the same to him had
spun off on my way home.
About 5 or 6 days later, I again rode my bike down to
the water. I hadn't given any thought to my initial
encounter with this man in the red convertible, and had
entirely forgotten about him. It wasn't until I saw his
red convertible in the same location that I remembered
our earlier conversation.
This time I didn't walk the bike up next to his car,
and instead stopped about 200 ft in front of his car.
After a few minutes, I heard his car engine start up,
and he drove up and parked right next to me. After
greeting me, he asked me if I remembered that we had
talked earlier.
Then he continued asking me a few more questions about
bike riding. It was at this point, that he made the
first of what I felt were obvious sexual advances
towards me. He said bike riding was doing me good, and
that he really liked my long muscular legs.
When he told me this, I immediately became very
uncomfortable. Surprised and slightly confused by his
comments about me, I just said thanks and started to
move slightly away from him.
He then told me that he lived near by and that he had a
nice built-in pool. When he asked me if I wanted to
come over for a swim, I definitely knew that he was up
to something, and I politely refused his offer.
As I started riding back home, he followed behind me
for a short while, still trying to make conversation.
After a few minutes of this, we finally parted company.
I knew that this guy was after something, and I didn't
plan on going back to the water for quite a while, or
perhaps ever again. However something happened to
change that. After a day or so, I found myself thinking
about him. When I was 18 I was masturbating quite a
lot.
Now suddenly after our second meeting, bearded men
started appearing in my masturbation fantasies. I
started fantasizing about what he wanted to do to me,
about what would actually have happened if I had gone
swimming in his pool.
The more thought about it, the more aroused I became. I
tried hard to resist these thoughts but I just
couldn't. At 18 guys are very receptive to anything
sexual, and this man seemed to send out sexual vibes.
It was forbidden territory, something that I'd never
thought about before.
It only took about 2 weeks before I found myself back
on the road to the harbor again. As I approached the
water, I felt my cock getting hard. Part of me was
hoping that I wouldn't see his red car there.
However, it was parked in its usual place. This time I
rode right up to him. After a few minutes of casual
conversation, I asked him about his swimming pool. I
was very nervous, but also very excited.
He smiled at me and suggested that I come home with him
and try it out. I secured my bike at the bike stand
along side the harbor road and got into his car.
He only lived about 5 minutes away, so we quickly
arrived at his house. As we went through the garage, he
showed me his bike and suggested that we go biking
together some time. Once inside we went into the living
room and he offered me a soft drink.
We sat at opposite ends of his couch and again started
talking. For the first time he asked me how old I was.
I told him that I was 18 and was about to start my
first year of college that fall.
As we talked, I was constantly thinking about how to
initiate something sexual with him. It wasn't really a
conscious thing; it just seemed to be a need I had. I
started worrying that perhaps he was just being nice
and didn't really want anything sexual from me.
I was also worried about my hard on, surely he would
notice it if we went swimming. My dick was fully erect
in my shorts as we talked. I figured that since I was
much younger than him, he was probably reluctant to
make the first move.
Finally I asked, "So you said you liked my legs, huh?"
He smiled and said, "Yes, long and muscular."
I told him that I really liked his beard, and that I'd
prefer to have thicker legs like his. Then a little
nervously I got up and sat right down next to him.
Being so close, he now clearly saw my bulge. He looked
at it for a few seconds, then put his hand on it. Then
without another word, he started gently rubbing and
patting my bulge through my bike shorts.
I just sat there and let him do this to me for a while.
When it became obvious that I was getting pretty hot,
he stopped and asked me if I wanted to go upstairs. My
legs were literally shaking as we climbed the stairs
and walked towards his bedroom. I literally felt an
electric charge run thru me when he closed the bedroom
door behind us, fully realizing that I was about to
have some kind of sex with him.
We stopped at the foot of the bed and we hugged for a
while. Then he gently removed my shirt and shorts. He
asked me if I wanted to explore his body. When I said
yes, he pulled of his T-shirt and unzipped his pants.
I could clearly saw the huge bulge fully outlined in
his jockey shorts. I reached down and cupped his balls
thru his shorts and was amazed at how heavy they felt.
I watched as he removed his shorts and his cock fell
out fully erect.
He sat down on the edge of the bed and watched as I
removed my underwear. I sat down right next to him and
grasped his fully erect cock and began examining it. It
was uncut, about 7 inches and very thick. I had never
seen an uncut cock before and was amazed at how
different it was.
I masturbated him for several minutes, before he asked
me if I wanted to do "more" to him. I just nodded and
he stood up, moved some pillows before lying down fully
on the bed. He then told me that I could do anything I
wanted to him.
Not knowing really what he meant I touched and fondled
his cock some more, ran my hands all over his legs,
stomach and chest. I touched and gently pulled on his
beard, massaged his balls, rubbed his nipples. I still
remember how he simply laid there, letting me do all
this to him.
Suddenly, I got the urge to get on top of him. So I
simply climbed on top and began rubbing by body against
his. He put his hands on by ass as I rubbed against
him. I this position we were face to face, and I began
kissing him and rubbing my face against his beard. We
also seemed to rub noses quite a lot.
However, rubbing against him like this was making me
too aroused. I was moving against him very fast, and he
told me several times to slow down. Finally he actually
stopped me entirely and told me to calm down. He said
to relax and to take deep breaths.
After a bit I resumed at a much slower pace. However,
this didn't last long. The simple fact that I was
having sex with an older married man in his own bed,
and the feel of his hands on my back and ass was just
too much for me. I again began moving very fast
against him.
It wasn't long before I could feel my orgasm building.
I didn't want to stop it. I remember actually saying
sorry to him when I started cumming. He told me not to
worry about it and to just enjoy the feeling. I did
enjoy it, it gave me such a feeling of freedom, and his
skin against mine felt like it was on fire.
After my orgasm I again apologized to him, telling him
that I couldn't help myself and that I was just too
excited. He assured me that he understood and that I
would certainly last longer next time.
Then I moved down and began masturbating him. I don't
know why I did it but began sucking his cock just like
the women in the few x-rated videos I had seen. I must
have been doing a good job judging by his moans and
facial expressions. I was able to get him off, and I
was surprised at how much more spunk his cock produced
compared to mine. I made every effort to swallow
everything he had.
***
Afterwards we talked about what we had done, and he
asked me if I wanted to do it again later. We then went
swimming for a few hours before going back to bed.
Again I climbed on top of him just like before. This
time I lasted much longer despite still being very
aroused by the whole situation. Finally he told me that
his wife would be getting home soon. After he drove me
back to my bike, he told me to come over again tomorrow
anytime after 8:00am. He told me that his wife worked
in the city and left every morning around 8:00am,
arriving home around 6:00 pm.
The next morning I rode my bike straight to his house
around 9:00am. We then went straight to bed. However,
this time he told me that he was going to do something
different to me while on top of him. He began rubbing
the underside of my cock with his middle finger using a
circular motion. I simply loved the sensations this
maneuver produced. I found that I couldn't really move
against him while he did this. I had to simply lay
still while he masturbated me in this fashion. However,
I was still able to kiss and rub noses while he did
this.
What was so good about this maneuver was his ability to
control my arousal. He told me to take deep breaths and
to just let him rub me to orgasm. Whenever I moved, he
would stop. He could tell by my facial expressions and
by my breathing when I was getting too close. He
taught me how me to fight off ejaculation by always
breathing deeply in a slow deliberate fashion. He was
absolutely right. With practice, I was eventually able
to experience multiple orgasms without ejaculation. He
lectured me constantly about resisting the urge to
ejaculate.
Sometimes I managed to hold off my ejaculation for up
to 40 min, while experiencing countless orgasms.
However, despite learning to last quite a while, he
always seemed to get annoyed whenever I finally
ejaculated. He always felt that I could have lasted
longer. Of course many times he was absolutely right. I
couldn't help it, I liked ejaculating. Sometimes after
20, or so minutes, I was simply ready to experience
that special feeling of ejaculation. Other times I just
could stop ejaculation no matter how hard I tried. He
mostly didn't like it when I told him I was going to
end it by letting myself ejaculate.
After a few days, he started asking me how I felt about
anal sex. I had never done it, so I told him I didn't
really know. It took him several more days before I
finally allowed him to have anal sex with me. He
assured me that he would be gentle and go very slowly.
I helped him rub Vaseline all over his cock. He then
positioned me over some pillows and he initiated me
doggy fashion. I remember feeling his hands on my hips,
but he was having trouble getting in. I was very tight,
and it took him quite a while to open me up. However
he going very slowly and he constantly asked if I was
feeling any pain. He told me that there might be a
little pain, but if it ever got too much to let him
know immediately. Then suddenly after several min, his
cock just slipped right into me. We both gasped at the
suddenness of his cock sliding almost completely in.
He then proceeded to fuck me using a slow deliberate
rhythm. There's wasn't any pain, and it felt very good.
I could watch him thanks to a large mirrored closet
opposite the bed. I saw by his facial expressions that
it felt good inside me. He moaned quite a bit and it
added to my arousal. He kept up his slow rhythm for
several min before he finally lost control. He suddenly
began humping faster and faster before he spasmed and
laid completely on top of me. I could feel his hot cum
squirting up inside me.
We had sex around 4 times a week during that summer.
His wife's side of the bed was often still warm when I
got into it, and I could often smell her scent in the
room, which added to my arousal. I always rode on top
of him, and he fucked me whenever I let him. I always
gave him head, yet he hardly ever sucked me.
Although he was probably being very selfish in bed, I
really did enjoy riding on top of him, and I really
enjoyed sucking him off. After a while he began to get
concerned about being caught. Also, every fall, he
always took over the NYC store, and wouldn't be around
anymore.
I started college, and we never got together again. I
still relive our sexual relationship when masturbating.
I hope you enjoyed my story.
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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