My first time gay stories
Do you remember your first time? Your first experience with another guy? Your first story with another gay guy?
It's that first moment of total pleasure when everything else disappears, and those weird “feelings” suddenly make end sense. Suddenly, everything falls into place: you're not a freak of nature or “different”, simply experiencing the simple joys that you were born to enjoy.
For most gay guys, our first gay experience is usually a moment of revelation and clarity that eventually leads to our own acceptance and the urge to tell the world. For others, it's a complete disaster that we prefer to forget… although one thing's for sure, you will never truly disregard it!
In this post, we asked a few of our friends from around the world to share their first gay encounter with us, whether it was a first-time gay k&#;ss, their first gay love story, or something a bit more spicy(!)… and we've set it all out right here. You'll also want to check out our own love story of how we first met each other.
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As a gay man, you may be surprised to hear that one of the biggest hurdles I faced was going into a gay bar for the first time.
At years-old, I was in awe of my straight mates. They&#;d been wandering into bars and nightclubs for the last year with the only threat of getting asked for age identification.
At 17 years ancient, my straight mates were not only getting drunk most Friday and Saturday nights but were boasting about sleeping around with members of the antonym sex without any persist . Whether they&#;d slept with many of those they mentioned was open to debate.
At 17 years mature , it was against the law for me to sleep with a person of the same sex. If I boasted about it, I could receive myself into trouble. The law stated that, for my safety, sex remained on hold until I reached
Of course, I overlooked that particular part of the law. Love any red-blooded male at 17, my hormones made my brain think of little else but wanting to (putting it mildly) get laid.
By the second I reached my 19th birthday, I already had what I had considered a boyfriend. He was over the age of 21 and
Tips for cis men who want to try sex with other cis men – in a safe and respectful way
To begin, I&#;d fond to clarify that this article is not necessarily about questioning your sexuality. Everyone should be able to travel their curiosities in a pleasurable and positive way, and it&#;s important to understand that you can try fresh things without subscribing to any fixed labels. These tips are for cis men who long to try sex with other cis men, in a safe and respectful manner.
Note: ‘cisgender men’ or ‘cis men’ refers to men who were assigned male at birth, based on having a penis and other biological characteristics, and identify as men too.Cis is the opposite of trans. We argue trans men morehere, andhere’s some help and advice about navigating sex and relationshipsfor trans men and trans masculine people.
1. Be straightforward from the get-go that you&#;re curious
Whether you want to hook up with someone you&#;re already acquainted with (usually a gym bro, according to most porn), or you&#;ve been involved in a charged emoji swap on Grindr,&n
Dad died when I was six. The rabbi who lived in the apartment below took over for him. I’m sure he wanted to do Mom. They packed us off to an evil Hasidic summer camp where everyone made fun of us because we didn’t realize their crazy prayers. My brother was four. We would secretly meet in the woods, hug each other and cry. We couldn’t understand why our father died and our mother sent us to this terrible place. I learned to hate all religion and still do.
Mom was a dark-haired, curvaceous looker, juicy, and in her prime. She liked sex but decided that all men had to pay for it. The butcher brought steaks; the florist, flowers; the bagel man left fresh spicy steaming bagels by our door every morning for months. Leon, the ice cream man left ice cream. My younger brother and I were quickly dispatched to get the stuff into the house, so they couldn’t see Mom. And not to forget Abe, the jeweler, who brought, well, jewels. They all tried to get inside. Some did. When Mom met the man who brought it all, she married him.
We lived in Borough Park, in Brooklyn. Until I ran away, I thought eve