I guess, like most bros, my story starts in my youth. Regular stuff you know. In middle school and jr. High (5-8 grades). I would go to my friends house where he had found his dad’s old porn mag stash. We would sit in his room or go out to the barn at the back of the pasture and look at all the topless chicks. Sometimes we would JO, sometimes mutual JO, and there were even a few BJs in there.
Looking back it is quite hilarious because, especially in the early years, because we didn’t actually know what we were doing so we would just do stuff till we got tired. It wasn’t until 7-8 grade that we realised that there was a completion state. After 8th grade me and my friend kind of drifted. We went to high school and kinda found our own groups.
I never really struggled with my sexuality, from a pretty early age despite my homophobic family I was pretty aware that people are people. I have always assumed everyone is bisexual/pansexual and if you see someone you like, start a conversation. People will catch that you are trying to flirt and if you are the wrong gender for them they will most likely let you know. I don’t understand why that is such a difficult concept to understand. Anyway, I digress.
After high school I dated a girl I met at work for about a year and a half. The sex was pretty good (I was a virgin) when she initiated, but if I initiated she just didn’t get into it.
I was single for a few years after that. I would occasionally have a dream about a penis but nothing that bothered me. That is just basic psychology, we subconsciously dream about our own gender. Usually it is a faceless figure or a detached limb; a penis for me.
Three years later I met a wonderful lady and we started a 6 year relationship. Sex was the same with her, great when she initiated but lackluster if I did. Sometimes I would wake up to her sucking my dick and other nights I would try to get something started and she would slather lube on her nether regions, lay down, and tell me to be quick. I would just walk away, I wasn’t even hard yet in those situations. I need some sort of passion or else it isn’t even going to work for me.
Over the course of our relationship I started to get more vivid dreams and they happened more and more frequently. One night I had, I guess a rape fantasy, where there was a faceless man laying on top of me from behind and humping me. I woke up almost immediately with almost the hardest boner I have ever had and profusely leaking pre-cum.
She was still asleep so I went to the bathroom and tool care of it, in like 30 seconds I swear. I think it was a few days later, maybe a week tops before I told her. She was confused at first, thinking I wanted to be raped or something.
I explained to her that it was just a rape fantasy like her and every other woman in America has on a regular basis. I didn’t want to be raped, I wanted to be penetrated. I explained and showed her online all about prostate play and pegging. She was on board immediately, looking for a harness and dildo combo in a local shop through the web.
She was a larger girl so no one had a good harness for her. We decided to order it online but they were a little pricey so we decided to wait till payday to order one. In the meantime she had fingers though. She loved to get the lube, oil up her hand, and finger fuck my asshole while she blew me. I loved it, everything felt so new and good; we had rekindled our sex life.
After a session one afternoon she asked me if I wanted a real penis. I was confused, but I took the bait. She was interested in finding a “stranger” when we went on vacation out of town later that year. She wanted to know if I wanted to experiment and she could just sit back and watch me and another man play. Despite safety concerns obviously, I was on board of we could find the right person. “Cool” she said.
Payday came and went, she had lost her interest. Ass fingerings became rarer and rarer till they stopped and when I asked about it, she said it was just too much work (for my pleasure, but I ate her to ‘O’ before we had PIV every single time). We eventually did go stay in a very nice hotel in New Orleans for a week but the stranger never came up. We broke up about 2 months later.
So, as of March 2016 I found myself being a single, white, 28 year old male in a large city. I knew I didn’t want to go right back into another relationship, FWB is tough to come by with women, and I had all the brewing fantasies that had continued to get stronger. So I reached out into the LGBTQ scene, hit up a gay bar, and bumped into someone.
I talked to him throughout the week via text and email. Turns out he was almost twice my age, but he was in great shape. He had divorced some 20 years earlier, and although he never officially came out he doesn’t hide it either. I’m fine with that, stop trying to confine people to labels society.
After 6-7 days of texting he asked me to a hotel on Saturday night. I told that sounded great, but I had plans to go to a party with a friend so I couldn’t make unless it was later. He was fine with it so I left the party around 11 and met him at the Hilton Garden Inn just shy of midnight.
We went up to the room and I decided to rinse of in the shower because I had been out and around town pretty much all day. When I walked out of the bathroom he was standing near the bed in mesh basketball shorts (come on fellas, you know the look ; ) and I just had a towel wrapped around my waist.
During our week of talking we had went over boundaries and borders and such. He was mostly sub and open to basically anything, but I was really just there for the penis but was ok with him asking or letting me me know before he did anything new so I could give or revoke consent. Honestly, I didn’t know my boundaries too much since I had never really been with a guy. I just knew I like my penis and prostate to be played with but wasn’t sure how comfortable I would be with prostate play on a first encounter.
So I came out of the bathroom, standing there in a towel near the foot of the bed. He walks around to where I am standing, and asks if he can kiss me. I have never really been into the idea of kissing a guy (or sensual/romantic stuff) but what the hell, this may be my only opportunity to experiment.
I said “sure” and he leans in and touches his lips to mine for a moment and steps back to look at me. I think my face said it all because he quickly stepped back to me and went for a full on French kiss, tongue and all. I don’t want to say ‘fireworks’, but I’ll be damned if my dick didn’t turn into the hardest, most dense substance in all of the universe.
After a few seconds I pushed him to the bed and jumped on right behind him, losing my towel in the wind. As soon as we hit the bed we embraced and made out for several minutes before he started kissing my body and working his way down. I have been kissed on my body, I have made out, I have had blowjobs. Nothing in my past had prepared me for this guy though.
Everything he did was so good, it’s like he knew me better than I knew me. Age? Wisdom? The only thing I do know about what was happening is that both girls in my past always wanted me to be more vocal during sex and I was scared this guy was going to throw me out for being too loud. I was moaning, groaning, and just trying to grab onto something for stability because I couldn’t stop wriggling and writhing.
I have never been attracted to feet, nor do I hate them. But whatever he was doing to me got so intense at one point I grabbed onto the only thing in reach, his leg, and began blindly sucking his toes just to keep my mind focused and occupied. After a few minutes he climbed back up to me, we embraced and made out while I collected myself and then made my way down his body. When I got to his waist I pulled those mush shorts down and just like expected his rock hard penis popped out from under the waist band and into my mouth.
I sucked and did everything I had ever had done to me, threw in some hands and he was into it (guess I’m a natural). I could tell he was close but he wanted to cum together so I dropped his tool and made my way back up the bed. We applied some more lube and stared into each other’s eyes as we jacked each other off, occasionally slipping in a kiss here and there. It didn’t take too long, he exploded all over his stomach and belly button. As soon as I saw his cock jump and start releasing his white liquid I could tell I only had moments before I was done.
I hopped to my knees and he didn’t miss a beat, I came all over his sexy, hairy chest. It was a pretty large load, I don’t know if I have ever released that much at once. I fell back next to him and we cuddled for 30-45 minutes on the bed before jumping in the shower together. After the shower we kissed and cuddled for a bit till we fell asleep. The next morning we exchanged BJs before showering again and checking out.
It was probably ok sex for him, but God damn was it the best sex in my 28 year career. When I went in I was just interested in giving and receiving BJs, and maybe some light prostate play if we got that far. I’ve never had any type of romantic feelings for men, and didn’t think I would want to do any of the kissing, cuddling, and body contact. I didn’t fall for him or anything, but we are going to see if we can turn it into a regular thing (FWB). Maybe then I can experiment more and learn from his master hands.
I am sure that the two people that will read through this wall of text think this is where I am going to misguidedly say that sex with men is better. I don’t think that, yet. But that night with him was way better than anything I ever had with the two women I had LTR’s with. I have always preferred personality over looks in my partners, I’ve always preferred women with smaller boobs and I love to pleasure my partners so cunnilingus has always been my bread and butter with the ladies. But since that night, women just don’t do it for me. I have been watching gay porn, looking at nude images of men, and dreaming of my next opportunity to suck a cock.
I am sure I am just riding the high from that night and eventually it will wear off and I’ll be looking at women again, but I feel like something changed that night. I am definitely more in tune and comfortable with that side of my sexuality, and I don’t see that changing any time soon.
I’d be more than happy to see comments or PMs with questions, suggestions, and advice. That night keeps playing in my head and the best way for me to get it out is to write it down. So here it is, just me sharing the story of how I ended up in the awesome GayBros community.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/4kpbn3/touch_kiss_oralhow_i_became_a_gaybro_mm