This all took place a time that I was going through a bad patch at university – staying up until 3am, getting up at midday, drinking too much. I didn’t have many friends so I spent ages in the computer room, messing around online. In this period, I was interested in other men – the thought of them kind of turned me on. I’d had one experience in a youth hostel when I was 18 and found that although I liked the idea of touching another man’s cock, I didn’t like kissing other men and I wasn’t turned on by the smell of male sweat.
At the same time, I was questioning whether my attitude on sexuality was rooted in the homophobic schools I went to, and I was trying to feel that I should try to cast this off be open to new experiences, male or female. I was quite eager to reject the labels and just explore pleasure as it came. This seems to be more normal now – I was obviously going to university at the wrong age!
The university ran a dating website, which gave you a few options, so I’d generally put myself as open to anything. That night I was bored, drunk, had no weed and thought I’d give sucking cock a go. I’d fantasised about this while jerking off, and I could definitely see the appeal of running my lips around a hard cock, having it cum in my mouth and feel it shoot down my throat, even if I wasn’t really turned on by anything else. I got a guy who said he let me have a go and we met in a toilets nearby.
To begin which I found him not really a turn-on, a bit overweight, greasy – yes I know, it’s not really fair, and I hadn’t really thought about what I wanted the rest of the guy after the cock to be like. I found his cock a bit strange, strange, not like mine at all. Maybe it was circumcised, was bent and quite short. They come in all shapes I guess. He unbuckled my belt and took mine out, giving it a couple of licks and then let me try to suck him off. I tried, but I couldn’t really get it to work, I didn’t really know what to do. Occasionally we’d stop and he’d suck my cock, probably as a way of giving me direction, but he didn’t really give any pointers. I thought it’d be easy, like do what you like girls doing to you, but I didn’t know how to manage his cock, and I didn’t get much feedback if anything I was doing was right. After a while it was clear this was going nowhere so we awkwardly stopped, and parted with my thanking him.
A few weeks passed and I thought I’d give it another go. This guy offered to jerk people off so I asked him if he wanted me to suck him off too. He was keen, but I was wary, so I said he could jerk me off and I might go down on him. This time I got a thin Asian guy who was a lot more confident than the first. Once we got into the disabled bathroom, and I’d locked the door, he clasped me from behind, running his hands under my shirt, up my body and down to my cock. He untied my belt, reached inside and took out my cock, jerking it expertly to hardness. We stayed like that, my hand against the door, him holding onto my body with his left hand under my shirt and his right hand jerking my cock.
I reached behind him and started to stroke him through his jeans as he began to get into his stride. I was beginning to find it a complete turn-on, being suddenly in a situation of intimacy without knowing each other’s names, his hand moving up and down my now rock-hard rod. I could feel him grow hard under my hand in his jeans. He moaned, and suddenly I came, spurting all over the floor, my cock pulsating under his hand. He kept jerking me, slowing down as my orgasm subsided and kept his hand on my cock as I softened.
At this point, I began to feel self-conscious. The post cum stage of come-down. I went and sat down on a bench and brought him over. I knew I owed him something in return, but truth be told I didn’t feel like it any more. When he was expertly jerking my cock from behind, his hardness in my hand was a turnon – I was excited I could make him hard and the situation was sexy and exciting. Now it felt drab and tawdry, two strangers in a bathroom in the basement of a college building late at night, fumbling each other to orgasm.
He sat on my lap and I undid his trousers, taking out his cock and began to jerk him off. He, remembering my potential interest, inched his cock towards my face but I wasn’t really attracted to that. It wasn’t that I didn’t find something fun to try and jerk him in my hand, I just wasn’t finding it sexy any more, it felt almost mechanical. I felt him throb, and he panted and I knew I was doing the right thing, but I wasn’t thrilled. Since then, I’ve played this back in my mind and enjoyed the feel of another man’s cock in my hand, his hardness under my fingers. It’s a sexy memory, but at the time I felt more like it was something I needed to do.
Eventually he gasped and his cum dribbled down in my hands. If this was fictional porn, I’d have raised it to my mouth, licked it off and we’d have embraced before I fucked him senseless, or at least he’d have sunk to his knees before taking my now hard cock in his mouth. But no, in the half-darkness of a mid-January college bathroom, he got off my lap, pulled his jeans back up and went to the sink where he washed his cock before pulling up and reclasping his trousers. I buckled my belt, washed my hands, led him to the college gate and he disappeared.
At the time it seemed awkward, but to be honest I was thrilled, even as soon as he disappeared. It wasn’t very awkward, it was with someone I found attractive, and since then I’ve wished I’d sucked him when I had the chance. I remember feeling elated at the time that I’d finally done something with another man after all the hours fantasising. I felt angry when other people on the dating website starting messaging me though, I thought we’d agreed to be discreet. So my ridiculous concern that maybe people would think of me as gay shut down that stage of the events, until a few years later when a girlfriend and I managed to have some fun together with another guy… but that’s another story.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/j38em0/mm_first_times_experimenting_with_another_guy