First gay experience.
I was s****teen, and it had been awhile since my first sexual experience ever. I was with my best male friend, on the way home from a camping trip with our friends. Instead of trying to find the crowded parties and hot, sweaty beaches, we spent our spring break camping in the woods. It was surprisingly warm enough, and we wanted to spend a bit of time with each other, since nearly all of us would be going different places in the summer, and opportunities to see each other would be scarce.
On the way home, my friend and I, (let's call him Max :) ) were talking about sex, and things like that. What all we had done, how long it had been, the people which we had done certain things with, so on. I knew he was bisexual with a preference for guys, and he knew I was curious. He was a bit incredulous when I said it had been a few months since I had had any action.
He told me that he'd be happy to help me with my curiosity anytime, that I could trust him, and that no matter what we'd be friends afterwards. I was honestly just happy to have a friend like him, a sort of ride or die kinda guy. I didn't want to complicate things by asking him to help me find out who I was, and what I liked. But curiosity was getting the better of me, not to mention the dry spell I had been having.
But by the time we had finally gotten home, I was so tired to even think about jerking off, let alone exploring my sexuality. I was spending the rest of the weekend at his house. His parents were visiting long lost relatives, ones that didn't know Max, and Max didn't care to spend the week with a bunch of strangers, so he chose the camping trip. I was in his room, changing out of my campfire-smelling clothes, and into a hoodie and pair of boxer briefs. He came in naked.
"Uhh...you sleep naked, don't you?"
"I do when it's hot, and I don't know if you've ever hugged yourself, but you give off so much body heat b*o."
I wasn't even planning on sleeping in his bed, but I was exhausted and this was my chance. So, we went to sleep. I slept so hard, that I didn't move. I woke up on my side, like how I fell asleep. But I didn't wake up because I was done sleeping, I woke up because Max had morning wood, and it was slightly digging into my back. When I was awake enough to realize, my heart started racing and I got kind of jittery. So I thought I'd take a shower and clear my head, then go back and wake him up, and see what unfolded.
I got up, brushed my teeth, got in the shower and let myself get warmed up. The steam was so thick that I didn't see Max waltz into the bathroom, until he opened the shower door and got in with me. I was so surprised that I didn't have time to pull back when he went in for the kiss.
It was, of course, awkward and invasive, having someone kiss me like that. But then I realized. He was a fucking amazing kisser. I let myself unclench and relax into it, and soon enough, his new hard on was up against my tummy, while mine was kind of poking at his balls. (Not the biggest cock in the world, like I said. But hey. I make up for it. :) )
Without a word, he pulled his lip out of the soft grip my teeth had on it, and got down on his knees, and started blowing me. His mouth was so warm and soft, he knew exactly what he was doing. He had me moaning in just a few minutes, but soon after that, I was ready to shoot. I kind of had to lift his chin so that he let go of me with his vise grip, and I kissed him again. This kiss lasted until he broke it, and turned off the water, and told me to do what he just did.
"....ok?"
The jitters were back again. Yeah, he had done it to me, it was only fair, but still. It was my first dick! I was kinda nervous! He made it easy for me though, he gently guided my head to the right position, told me how to make the feeling better by using my lips and my tongue, and I must have mastered it pretty quickly, because he was moaning, and quite rigid. He might as well have been uncut, his cock was so sensitive.
We were both shivering and wet, so we toweled off, being careful not to dry our dicks too hard. Ever rubbed a towel on your erect cockhead? Kinda hurts. We went back to his bed, and kissed till we were basically dry humping. I was pretty much aware of the fact that I could now consider myself bisexual, but of course I wanted to keep going. We had a pretty good frot hump going on, but I wanted the real thing. I kind of hesitated when I asked if I could fuck him. He laughed, and went to go get the condoms and lube.
"Sure. But don't go too rough, it's been awhile since I bottomed."
"Bottomed". It was a term I'd have to get pretty used to. I don't think I'll ever forget the feeling of the first thrust inside of him. Of course there was the slow insert, he said not to go to rough. Once I was all the way inside, I leaned down after wrapping his legs around my back. His gasp in the middle of the kiss was one of the hottest sounds EVER.
The feeling of a man's hole is pretty intense. It's warm and tight, much tighter than a pussy. You can pretty much make it as wet as you want, cause ya know, lube. But that's not it, a man's body tenses up more, the pleasure he gets from it runs deeper than nerve endings, like a vagina. The prostate, when struck the right way, makes for an intense feeling.
I had been close to cumming for about an hour now, so I had to blow soon. He told me to shoot, and then it was my turn. The jitters came back, but then i put them aside. It was going to happen sometime, why not now? Besides, I didn't wanna be all shaky when I came. That'd certainly ruin it.
The orgasm was intense, one of the most intense I'd had in my life. It was body rocking, thats for sure. I kissed Max after I was done, and was content to just lay in his arms for a bit. But he was still horny, he hadn't finished yet.
We switched, I got on my back and he got on top. He made sure to kind of work me open a bit before he stuck his whole cock in. Fingered me with lots of lube, made sure I was totally ready (he's such a sweetheart :) ) and then, inch by inch, slipped it in.
It didn't hurt like I thought it was going to. It was very uncomfortable, but there was a root of some deep pleasure that I felt tingling in my cock, even though I was soft from just having cum. I didn't know the prostate could be that powerful or sensitive, but I was wrong. He slowly went faster, and I was slowly getting closer to another orgasm. I was moaning, well, more like grunting. Trying to get through the pressure and to the pleasure. Of course, it took time until I wasnt so grunty, and purely moany, as my ass opened up. But I could tell he was getting too close for "cumfort", he was going as fast as I could let him, and his face kept scrunching up, and he was breathing heavily.
He came like a faucet, as the condom would reveal in a minute. We just laid there for a minute, sweating, panting, in each others arms. It was all really sweet and somewhat romantic. He kissed me, and it was sweet. The rest of that day, we were never fully clothed again. We had sex twice mroe that weekend. We spent lots of time discovering new things about our bodies, and about each other. He still remains one of my best friends.
Comment if you enjoyed my true story. Let me know if you want more :) Thanks for reading!
On the way home, my friend and I, (let's call him Max :) ) were talking about sex, and things like that. What all we had done, how long it had been, the people which we had done certain things with, so on. I knew he was bisexual with a preference for guys, and he knew I was curious. He was a bit incredulous when I said it had been a few months since I had had any action.
He told me that he'd be happy to help me with my curiosity anytime, that I could trust him, and that no matter what we'd be friends afterwards. I was honestly just happy to have a friend like him, a sort of ride or die kinda guy. I didn't want to complicate things by asking him to help me find out who I was, and what I liked. But curiosity was getting the better of me, not to mention the dry spell I had been having.
But by the time we had finally gotten home, I was so tired to even think about jerking off, let alone exploring my sexuality. I was spending the rest of the weekend at his house. His parents were visiting long lost relatives, ones that didn't know Max, and Max didn't care to spend the week with a bunch of strangers, so he chose the camping trip. I was in his room, changing out of my campfire-smelling clothes, and into a hoodie and pair of boxer briefs. He came in naked.
"Uhh...you sleep naked, don't you?"
"I do when it's hot, and I don't know if you've ever hugged yourself, but you give off so much body heat b*o."
I wasn't even planning on sleeping in his bed, but I was exhausted and this was my chance. So, we went to sleep. I slept so hard, that I didn't move. I woke up on my side, like how I fell asleep. But I didn't wake up because I was done sleeping, I woke up because Max had morning wood, and it was slightly digging into my back. When I was awake enough to realize, my heart started racing and I got kind of jittery. So I thought I'd take a shower and clear my head, then go back and wake him up, and see what unfolded.
I got up, brushed my teeth, got in the shower and let myself get warmed up. The steam was so thick that I didn't see Max waltz into the bathroom, until he opened the shower door and got in with me. I was so surprised that I didn't have time to pull back when he went in for the kiss.
It was, of course, awkward and invasive, having someone kiss me like that. But then I realized. He was a fucking amazing kisser. I let myself unclench and relax into it, and soon enough, his new hard on was up against my tummy, while mine was kind of poking at his balls. (Not the biggest cock in the world, like I said. But hey. I make up for it. :) )
Without a word, he pulled his lip out of the soft grip my teeth had on it, and got down on his knees, and started blowing me. His mouth was so warm and soft, he knew exactly what he was doing. He had me moaning in just a few minutes, but soon after that, I was ready to shoot. I kind of had to lift his chin so that he let go of me with his vise grip, and I kissed him again. This kiss lasted until he broke it, and turned off the water, and told me to do what he just did.
"....ok?"
The jitters were back again. Yeah, he had done it to me, it was only fair, but still. It was my first dick! I was kinda nervous! He made it easy for me though, he gently guided my head to the right position, told me how to make the feeling better by using my lips and my tongue, and I must have mastered it pretty quickly, because he was moaning, and quite rigid. He might as well have been uncut, his cock was so sensitive.
We were both shivering and wet, so we toweled off, being careful not to dry our dicks too hard. Ever rubbed a towel on your erect cockhead? Kinda hurts. We went back to his bed, and kissed till we were basically dry humping. I was pretty much aware of the fact that I could now consider myself bisexual, but of course I wanted to keep going. We had a pretty good frot hump going on, but I wanted the real thing. I kind of hesitated when I asked if I could fuck him. He laughed, and went to go get the condoms and lube.
"Sure. But don't go too rough, it's been awhile since I bottomed."
"Bottomed". It was a term I'd have to get pretty used to. I don't think I'll ever forget the feeling of the first thrust inside of him. Of course there was the slow insert, he said not to go to rough. Once I was all the way inside, I leaned down after wrapping his legs around my back. His gasp in the middle of the kiss was one of the hottest sounds EVER.
The feeling of a man's hole is pretty intense. It's warm and tight, much tighter than a pussy. You can pretty much make it as wet as you want, cause ya know, lube. But that's not it, a man's body tenses up more, the pleasure he gets from it runs deeper than nerve endings, like a vagina. The prostate, when struck the right way, makes for an intense feeling.
I had been close to cumming for about an hour now, so I had to blow soon. He told me to shoot, and then it was my turn. The jitters came back, but then i put them aside. It was going to happen sometime, why not now? Besides, I didn't wanna be all shaky when I came. That'd certainly ruin it.
The orgasm was intense, one of the most intense I'd had in my life. It was body rocking, thats for sure. I kissed Max after I was done, and was content to just lay in his arms for a bit. But he was still horny, he hadn't finished yet.
We switched, I got on my back and he got on top. He made sure to kind of work me open a bit before he stuck his whole cock in. Fingered me with lots of lube, made sure I was totally ready (he's such a sweetheart :) ) and then, inch by inch, slipped it in.
It didn't hurt like I thought it was going to. It was very uncomfortable, but there was a root of some deep pleasure that I felt tingling in my cock, even though I was soft from just having cum. I didn't know the prostate could be that powerful or sensitive, but I was wrong. He slowly went faster, and I was slowly getting closer to another orgasm. I was moaning, well, more like grunting. Trying to get through the pressure and to the pleasure. Of course, it took time until I wasnt so grunty, and purely moany, as my ass opened up. But I could tell he was getting too close for "cumfort", he was going as fast as I could let him, and his face kept scrunching up, and he was breathing heavily.
He came like a faucet, as the condom would reveal in a minute. We just laid there for a minute, sweating, panting, in each others arms. It was all really sweet and somewhat romantic. He kissed me, and it was sweet. The rest of that day, we were never fully clothed again. We had sex twice mroe that weekend. We spent lots of time discovering new things about our bodies, and about each other. He still remains one of my best friends.
Comment if you enjoyed my true story. Let me know if you want more :) Thanks for reading!
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