I did consider myself a straight guy once. I dated women, enjoyed the sex, and didn’t feel like there was anything missing.
But still, every once in awhile I’d wonder what it was like to be with another man. Pretty soon, that idle curiosity became something more… But in the town I was from, you just didn’t admit to that kind of thinking. One of my long time friends, Bobby, had actually moved away shortly after “coming out of the closet” because people were so weird about it around here. It was only after he’d moved that I kind of thought it would have been interesting to experiment those few times he’d made passes at me, rather than just politely turning him down.
The real tipping point I think came one night when my computer died and I had a huge project due. I begged a friend to borrow his laptop, took it home, and got to work. I finished late that night, and figured I’d have myself a good fap before bed.
But this was a unique opportunity… I had my friend’s laptop. The thought of fapping to the same thing a friend of mine fapped to excited me. His browser history was empty (go figure he cleared it before lending me the laptop), but I didn’t give up there. I found myself digging through his files looking for his “fap folder”, which I for some reason felt must exist somewhere. It wasn’t hard to find (a random folder under Documents called “spreadsheets”… Right… ) and soon I found myself with my pants around my ankles, stroking myself left-handed while I clicked through his porn with my right.
It was nothing unusual. Swingers, bbw, milf, etc… Stuff I liked. But soon I found myself not thinking about the pictures themselves, but about my friend jerking off to them. He always talking about his big cock problems, how regular sized condoms hurt, and how girls who were too small would complain he was too big. I closed my eyes and imagined that big, hard cock of his that he was always bragging about, stroking to these pictures, on this laptop, his ball sweat marking the touchpad as he clicked for the next picture.
Soon it was just him I was thinking about. I wished he was here, now, so that I could wrap my fingers around that cock of his, feel its heat, stuff it in my mouth. I found myself leaning forward, smelling the touchpad, imagining I could smell the sweat his fingers left on it as he fapped and clicked through his pictures every night. I think I even licked the touchpad as I came, imagining I was licking his balls as they tightened and he shot his load on my face.
Gasping, I leaned back, looked at my cum-soaked shirt, and realized for the first time that this was something I needed to deal with. I mean, this was a one-time thing but… Something in me wanted to look into this more. It was time.
I texted Bobby saying we should catch up. It had been about a year at that point since he’d moved away, and considering he was one of my old drinking buddies, it did seem like a good idea at the very least to get together if for no other reason than to reconnect as friends. He wrote back excited that I reached out, and invited me to the city so I could meet his boyfriend and drink a 24 “like the old days”.
When he mentioned his boyfriend I had a mix of disappointment that I wouldn’t be able to experiment with my friend, but also a big feeling of relief. Pressure was off. I could just go hang out with an old pal.
And when I got there that’s exactly what it was like. Bobby and his boyfriend Jeff weren’t your classic “fags”, no flamboyant air-snapping or weird accents. They were just a couple of cool guys to hang out with, and sitting around their apartment it just felt good to be with friends without that weird pressure I’d built up inside myself to “do something” about these desires I’d been having.
But still, I couldn’t just let it go. Jeff had run out to the store for something at one point and I took the opportunity to talk to Bobby about these feelings I’d been having:
“Man I don’t know. I love girls. Pussy is amazing. But… God, the idea of sucking off another guy…”
Bobby laughed, not unkindly, and just said: “Don’t overthink it. It’s fine.”
“Was it like this for you? Like did you…”
But Bobby cut me off, shaking his head. “No, there was never any question. I always liked boys, never liked girls. I’m gay. I guess. But…” And then I saw him staring off a bit, daydreaming almost, before coming back to me and saying: “Look, you’re not gay. You’re not straight. You’re not bi. These are just a bunch of words. You’re just a guy who likes what he likes, and feels like trying something new. Nothing weird about that.”
I felt a lot of relief then. I can’t tell you why, honestly I don’t know but… I felt freed somehow, like I’d been trapped and now I could just be me.
When Jeff came back Bobby looked up at him and said: “Hey, we’re going bar hopping tonight.”
Jeff raised his eyebrows, glanced at me, and then back at Bobby. “We are?” he said.
“We are?” I said.
“We are,” Bobby said, smiling at me. “Come on, let’s grab some cash. It’s time we show my old friend here how we party.”
So we hit the bars.
First place was like a regular pub. Wood panels on the walls, brass rail, Guinness on tap, some neon clover thing in the corner, some grey haired dudes holding down bar stools over their pints. Only there was one big difference: the TVs didn’t have sports. They had hardcore gay porn. Everywhere I looked there were screens with fit, naked men touching each other, sucking each other, fucking each other.
And everyone in the bar was chill, happy, chatting, as if this was normal. As if this was every day. In my hometown you couldn’t even make allusion to two men touching without everyone freaking out. Here, everyone was like: “Ya, gay sex is awesome, why?”
We started going to other bars and it was a real mix: some places men were “in costume”, with (I kid you not!) sailor suits, a few classic leather daddies, and men in dresses who were making no attempt to hide their masculinity. Sometimes it was all dance floor, with packed bodies and unbelievable heat. Sometimes there were monitors, invariably with porn. Sometimes there were even go-go dancers in cages.
But you know what was consistent? They were free. They were celebrating. They were “out”. It was like ages and ages of suppressed energy, repression, all of it was just bursting out with a great big “fuck you world, I love me!”
Despite how amazing I found it all, I was slightly intimidated by the number of eyes on me. Eventually I asked Bobby about it: “Is it just my imagination or am I getting a lot of looks tonight?”
Bobby laughed and tossed an arm around my shoulder: “It’s because you look straight! Gay guys love that!”
I’d never been openly oggled by men before, but slowly I started to get comfortable with it. By the time we found ourselves in a huge converted warehouse, I was actually really enjoying it. Yeah, men think I’m hot. And that’s okay. Better than okay. It’s goddamn amazing.
Fuck… What a wild feeling…Dancing there under the lasers and the Cher impersonators, feeling like everything I felt was okay, like I was hot, like I was… free!
And then I saw her.
She was five foot five, slim, long straight brown hair, a white blouse barely holding a pair of small breasts, and an amazing pair of legs that came out of a plaid mini skirt. She had on a pair of ruby heels, and was sipping a mix drink through a straw, leaving a trace of lipstick behind with a color to match her shoes. Her big, gorgeous eyes were locked on me.
She was gorgeous, and on any other day if a woman that good looking was looking at me that way, I wouldn’t hesitate. But this was a gay club, which meant that skirt probably hid something special…
I was half way across the floor to her before I even realized I’d made a decision.
We mouthed “hi” under the booming EDM. There was no point in small talk, it was all pretense anyway. We’d already said everything we wanted to say.
She took my hand in hers; long fingers that were cold from the drink she’d been holding. My heart was thumping in my chest. She looked out at the dance floor and raised an eyebrow. I nodded.
We went out and danced. Well, I shuffled, she writhed and shook in front of me, giving me a show. Her arms were around me, and then she’d turn and grind her ass into my hardening cock. At some point I took a chance and grabbed an ass cheek then – it was soft, round, womanly. She looked up at me, smiling, and kissed me deeply. Her tongue met mine, and I pulled her ass closer as I ran my hand through her soft hair.
But before I knew it she was pulling me to the front of the place, to where the DJ was. She waved at one of the bouncers, who seemed to recognize her, and she said something I couldn’t hear over the music. He looked at me, back at her, and then raised a finger.
He leaned over to me and said: “You sure you’re ready for this?”
Wow, I really must have been wearing “straight boy” all over me for him to know I’d never been with a tranny before. I nodded yes. He said: “Okay, just follow her lead. She’s never done this either but I know her, she knows how to put on a show!”
Wait… what?
But there was no time for that. She smiled at me, grabbed my cock through my pants, and kissed me again. I was getting hard in no time. When she broke the kiss, she winked, grabbed my hand, and led me backstage.
Okay, so we’re going to some dark corner somewhere. I can deal with that.
Except that’s the opposite of what she had in mind. Next thing I knew, we were on stage next to the DJ. He looked over at us, smiled, and went back to his dials and buttons. My brunette pulled me over to an open area next to the DJ tables, and sat on a stool that had been set aside. She crooked a finger at me, beckoning me over.
I walked over, really unsure. She wanted to make out in front of everyone? As I approached her I felt the entire warehouse of dancers staring at us. What the hell was going on?
She reached over, grabbed me by the belt, and pulled me to her. She kissed me, again rubbing my cock through my pants. Cheers went up from the crowd. When my nervousness kept me from getting hard she flipped up her skirt, grabbed my hand, and stuck it on her ass.
She wasn’t wearing any underwear. I hadn’t noticed before. Holy fuck.
Again, more cheers, and suddenly it hit me: this was okay. This was… Better than okay. This was fucking awesome.
She pulled my belt open and loosened my pants in seconds, and before I could say anything was wrapping those ruby red lips around my cock. The cheers and hooting from the crowd encouraged me to relax and enjoy it. Hell, they made me feel like a goddamn king. If I wasn’t hard before, I sure as hell was now. Getting a blowjob in front of everyone was an incredible thrill. I felt hundreds of eyes staring at my cock, listened to the calls of “yeah suck that cock!” and “can I go next?”. I looked back and forth from the crowd to those gorgeous pair of lips working on me.
And could she ever suck. Her tongue worked absolute magic, and she took me all the way to the back of her throat. My cock was in absolute heaven, and if I hadn’t been drinking all night I would have cum instantly.
But as it was, I started to really get into being a performer, the center of attention. I started playing with her hair, thrusting into her face, moaning loudly even though nobody could hear me over the music. I remember yelling something ridiculous like “ya motherfuckers!”
After a few minutes though, despite everything, I still hadn’t cum. Blowjobs have never really done it for me. I’ve always needed pussy.
But I still wanted to be the center of attention, I wanted to be the focus of the show. I started to wonder how to take things to the next level. As I gazed down at this beauty working my cock I noticed something: she had a hard cock of her own sticking out from under that skirt.
I motioned for her to sit back up, and kissed her then, tasting myself on her mouth. As we kissed I reached up between my legs and touched another cock for the first time. She was slightly bigger than me, but clean shaven. The head of her cock was slick with precum.
I had to taste it.
I dropped down then, right there on the stage, lifted her kilt and slipped the big head of her cock into my mouth. Holy fuck I was really doing this. In my enthusiasm I pulled her off of her seat on the stool, but never let her out of my mouth. I found myself sliding my head back and forth with all my energy, working her and licking up every drop of precum.
The crowd was going fucking wild.
Something in me hoped she came in my mouth, but I never wanted this to end. In that moment I wanted to suck giant cock in front of an audience forever.
My fingers had been working her ass, but at one point she tapped my hand and handed me a bottle of lube. I’d never done anal with anyone before; most girls freaked out if I even grazed their anus. As I worked the lube into her ass, however, she grabbed my wrist and thrust her hips back, shoving a finger into herself.
I kept sucking and licking, reveling in the hot, hard cock in my mouth, the taste, the smell of the sweat, everything. At the same time, I was fucking her ass with my finger. Eventually I felt my finger get deeper and deeper into her tight ass, and then two fingers slipped in.
I pulled her cock out with the other hand just so I could look at it, rub it on my face, slap myself with it. Fuck. I was a cock whore. I started stroking her then, looking up at her, hoping to god she would cum on my face.
She looked down at me hungrily, drew me up to a standing position then, and kissed me as she stroked my cock. While it felt good it also felt like she was doing something else with her other hand, so I looked down just in time to see she was slipping a condom on me. Then she took the lube, worked my shaft, and turned around. She leaned over the stool then, slipping more lube into her ass, dropping the bottle, and holding one ass cheek open with one hand as she stabilized herself on the stool with the other.
Fuck. I was about to do this. I was about to fuck her ass in front of all these people.
When I pressed forward it felt hot, tight, and unbelievably good. She was more than ready, and started to grind back as we fucked on stage to the cheering, hooting crowd. Their stares and cheers only egged me on as the music kept thumping and I started slamming into her ass, giving her everything I had. I’d never felt heat and tightness like that before, and the crowd only made it better. It was the fuck of a lifetime.
Even through the noise I could hear her moans as she worked her hips backward and started shaking and quivering around my cock. Her ass was bouncing and quivering gorgeously, and soon I found myself ready to cum. When it hit me, I came so hard into her ass I saw stars, and nearly knocked her off the stool as I stumbled a bit in the wake of the orgasm.
Applause, cheers, the audience was loving it. I looked out and saw Bobby and Jeff near the stage, whistling and cheering and giving me a thumbs-up.
And I felt better in that moment than I had in my entire life.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/66emqq/first_time_in_a_gay_bar_mtexh_long
Ridiculously hot story hon! Loved it!