I Like Dudes Too – Part 1 [MM]

Every one of my posts to GoneWildStories has been about heterosexual encounters. Featuring, briefly, some male oral. I’ve lately received a number of requests, more than expected, asking about my experiences with men. And yes, I have a few worth sharing. At least, I think so.

I’ve had sexual contact with 14 men. Because most of these were during my college, just post-college years, I won’t go into detail on all of them. Memory is hazy. But I will revisit them all to some degree. Starting with my first time in college.

**Logan, my first time**

Yes, his name really is Logan. Not to knock Logans, but he was a bit of a douche and not a good first foray. I’d dare say for anyone. I was at the end of my junior year in college (2010) and really feeling the urge to play with another dude. I’d been curious for about a year at that point, and I don’t know what sparked that curiosity. I certainly had no friends I was attracted to. Honestly, I think watching porn and browsing Omegle (remember that? I think most dudes were trying to meet people on Omegle for awhile) I really started to get turned on by cock.

No specifics. Possibly it’s the idea of the guy and not his unit. I’m not sure. I haven’t thought about men romantically, so I’m not sure the extent of my attraction. I identify as bisexual, but have never had a relationship with a man. I will say (not that these posts will illustrate it) that my ideal guy happens to look a lot like me. Ha. Must be lazy imagination. Decent shape, dark-haired, average to above-average cock. Bit of a beard. Maybe. Not sure. Maaaaaay have to browse some other subreddits and get back to you.

Logan was almost none of the above. He was a short, athletic, blonde dude who went to the same college I did and posted a Craigslist ad looking for someone to swap with. He identified as gay but was not out. He’d had no boyfriends as of yet and was wanting to be discreet. Sounded good to me.

He picked me up outside my house one Saturday morning. I had roommates home and so did he. I wasn’t into pretending to be a friend of his, or vice versa, as he suggested. So we had to find a secluded public place. We drove to one of the nature parks in town and essentially hiked a quarter mile until we were sure we were far away. My first contact had come on the car ride when Logan reached over and started rubbing me through my jeans. I did the same to him (he was wearing white athletic shorts, I can’t believe I remember this nine years later!) and was extremely turned on by the feeling of another guy’s penis, soft but growing harder as I massaged him through the fabric.

In the park, seemingly alone, we ducked amongst some trees that were clustered close and got close ourselves. He pulled his shorts off and I was faced with another dude’s dick for the first time in an intimate way. I pulled my own jeans down and we began jerking each other. I don’t remember anything about Logan’s cock (sorry!) or really any details of us playing together. Mostly what I remember was the feeling of panic that someone might hike right by us. Or that he’d try to mug me out in the wilderness.

We did this for a bit, both of us nervously watching over the other’s shoulders, until Logan asked if I’d fuck him. Uhhhhhhhhh. I certainly had not intended on going that far. But, this far along already and really wanting to get him turned on enough to cum, I said sure. But it did not really work. We had no lube, spit wasn’t cutting it, and there was no good way to fuck in the grass and the dirt. After a couple lame attempts at jabbing his asshole with my rapidly softening dick, we gave up. We kept jerking each other off, which felt great, and we both blew our loads into the dirt.

Logan drove me home. We hardly talked on the ride. I was still nervous, in disbelief at what I’d just done, and also very awkward (still am). Logan…I have no idea what he was thinking. But we never spoke again.

**Tyler, the outfielder**

My second experience was much better, but also a one-night stand. A few weeks after Logan, with my mind settled down, I checked CL again. This time I found an ad from a guy who included a photo. He was hot. Not athletic or muscular, but in-shape. He had short hair, a faded crew cut I guess, and was tall. I’m six-foot, so he must have been about six-five. We chatted a bit and he seemed flaky. I didn’t count on us meeting, but then one night after getting home from seeing Inception on its opening night, I saw a message from Tyler asking to get together at the baseball field near campus.

I shouldn’t have gone. Never go to a public place after dark to meet someone for sex. You are not likely going to get sex. But I was 21, brave for no reason, and horny as fuck. Probably from watching Tom Hardy (I did say I have a type). So I walked seven blocks to meet Tyler on the diamond.

I don’t know why this was the place he chose. I never found out his situation. But this hookup was fantastic. There was no awkwardness. No long car ride where we each navigated conversation surrounding yet not touching on feeling each other’s dicks. I saw him in the dark, sitting in the dugout. I went up to him. He looked at me and said, “Let’s go out there.” Onto the field. In the grass just beyond third base (heh). He laid down and I laid beside him. We started rubbing each other, and then he pulled off his jeans and briefs and I did the same.

We didn’t jerk each other for long. He wanted to suck me. It was my first blowjob from a guy. I’d gotten head from six women by this point, and this was something completely different. For one, he was one of the few to take his time going over every inch of my cock. I’ll say this for guys: maybe our strange fascination with each other’s dicks makes us that more attentive when we have one in our mouth. After a long blowjob that got me close to cumming, I wanted to try his.

Tyler had a big one. Long and thick. Easily the biggest I had until a few years later. He was cut and kept his pubic hair trimmed very short. The sensation of having a guy’s dick in my mouth for the first time, and such a large one, was thrilling. That’s what I remember the most. I gave him what was probably a terrible blowjob. But I did keep my teeth out of the way (not an easy feat) and managed to take him most of the way down my throat a couple times. I don’t think my tongue game was too good this early. After five minutes or so, he wanted to suck me again. We didn’t 69, which would have been smart (and hot) but he gripped my cock and started slobbering on me with such voraciousness that I was warning him of my impending cumshot within seconds. He didn’t pull away. I mentally shrugged and exploded into his mouth. He gulped four or five times. It was a big load, but he stayed locked on me until I was done spurting. Before I could offer to suck him again, he was jerking himself off into the grass.

It was not a good summer for grass.

We exchanged a few words. Thanking each other. Saying “Peace.” And then we went in opposite directions home. I was so horny, I remember jerking off two or three more times that night. I decided then that what I was feeling was more than a passing interest. I really liked playing around with other dudes. And I really, really wanted to taste another guy’s cum.

Coming up: a redhead, a guy whose social circle met mine, and an ongoing thing with a pilot.

I know that sounds like Friday night primetime, but I’m not kidding. I fucked around with a commercial pilot.

Other (heterosexual) stories in my history. As well as photos and a cumshot or two. Enjoy.

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