Experimenting with Homosexual Activities when Young

The first person I played doctor with was a boy in my class at school at age 12. I played a lot of sports and got to see all the other jocks naked in the locker room, but he was not a jock so I had never seen his genitals. I am not sure how we got together, but I thought he might be gay and I knew I was interested in males. I ended up inviting him over to my house after school. As it turned out, we discovered in conversation that we went to the same pediatrician. We agreed to show each other our penises. This was interesting because he was uncircumcised--actually the first guy I had seen with a foreskin. I had a vague understanding of circumcision, but did not understand specifically what had been removed. It was fascinating seeing that penis with the hood over the head and seeing how the foreskin could be retracted to expose the glans. He did not practice good hygiene, which was not in keeping with his overall meticulous attention to grooming. The appearance of his glans covered with smegma was quite unattractive and the odor significantly off putting. I am sure that experience had a lot to do with my strong preference for circumcised penises. At any rate, I got him to tell me the details of his physicals with our pediatrician which, of course, included the doctor retracting his foreskin. We went through the exam with me examining him and him examining me. It was definitely hot and he was definitely into guys. The end result was that he jerked me off. We got together on a regular basis after that. I would always get him to talk about exams even though he was not particularly into medical fetish. He always wanted to beat me off and suck me off on a couple of occasions, so he was willing to talk about exams to get me into it. I always got him to show me his penis but never could get him to keep the glans clean. He moved away when we were 13 which I really regretted.

I had some Dr/patient fun with a few of the neighbourhood girls.. untill 10ish maybe.. or intill their mom found us out!

Also a bit of bi experimenting with a close family friend.. Not clear when that ended. maybe 11 ish? I dont recall us having pubic hair yet. we did lots of ass play.. smelling etc.. great memories though!

This topic made me think back to when me and some friends from high school were having a party. When everyone left it was just us two best friends, two really drunk guys. We were gonna lay down to sleep, but getting to our underwear, we were both semi-hard. He was the first to reach out and grab my cock and say " What is this your hiding ". It felt oddly great and I said, "The same thing you're hiding. Pretend you're a girl and show me how you suck dick Baby." He did exactly that.

Oooooohhhhhhh it felt so good, I just had to do it back.

As soon as my mouth touched his cock he shot all over my mouth and face! It was my first taste of sperm. Later I was able to get him to take me in his ass for payback for taking it in the face.

We woke up later in the morning, sober and hung over but never said a word about that night. Since then, I've always been inclined to taste my cum and sometimes bend myself over and shoot on my face and open mouth!!!!!!! Any comments on this ??????

I experimented with a pal in high school. Our mutual interest was enemas -- not much touching, no oral, no ejaculation. One night his parents were out, we did enemas, the bag broke and flooded the bathroom. Parents returned and cross-examined us about the wet bathroom floor. I made my escape before the enema truth came out. I suspect he admitted what we were doing (I shared almost nothing with my parents -- but that was the family problem). It wasn't much longer before we moved, about 300 miles away. Maybe a connection -- my pal was persuasive enough to possibly persuade mom & dad that I had been the instigator (?) (I lived at 11 different addresses before graduating, so moving was nothing new). Since then I have been completely hetero, even at the time I used to fantasize about giving enemas to cheerleaders, etc. But I tend to suspect he has been gay his entire life. Just a hunch. I'm with Rock Hudson on one thing: the older we get the stranger the whole drama looks. I controlled the universe at 35 -- and now nothing makes sense at all (about twice that age). Except enemas.

I had my first encounter with the neighbor girl with my two boy friends that were my age. We had a fort and she said she wanted to see our penises, I don't think she called them penises but I can't remember what she called them. We all took off our clothes and looked at each other. All of us boys wondered where her penis was but she said she didn't have one and we were suppose to stick our penises in to her crack. She laid down and spreaded her legs and said one of us was suppose to lay on her and put our penis into her crack, which she had spread with her finger. One of us try it and of course our little penis would only lay in her crack. Well all wondered what was so great about this and just got dressed and never talked about it again.

When I 13 my best friend was visiting and my parents were out. We had heard of having sex but were not sure how it was done. We ended up having anal sex with each other but never ejaculated, even though I had been wanking for a month or so. We thought it was good practice but never mentioned it again.

I identify as lesbian now but it's only been fairly recently that I came to realise that.

My first sexual contact was with a woman. It was at a school organised music weekend and happened in the woods behind where we were staying.

She was a few years older than me and had flirted a bit. When she passed she started touching me gently - at first a friendly pat on the shoulder but working up to secretly rubbing my inside thigh under the table.

I knew she was gay and I think she could tell I was interested too. She told me to meet her in the woods after practice and that's where it happened.

We were never fully naked, and she didn't want me to do anything to get, but over the next few days we went further and further. By the end of out time away I'd let her feel my breasts then nibble my nipples. On the last day she put her hand first in my jeans then my underwear and started rubbing. I'll never forget how good it felt when she slipped a couple of fingers in and rubbed my clit with her thumb.

This was over a decade ago now but it still excites me to think of it.

I was about 12 on a Boy Scout camp out. I shared a tent with a friend of mine.

We each tried sucking the other off but we did not come. We then mutually masturbated.

I had a few encounters growing up- non involved any kissing or anal sex, just masturbation. It always involved me staying at a friends house or a friend staying overnight with me. Usually we would end up sharing a bed and touching each other under the covers. It would usually start by with an accidental touch and then one of us would take it a little further and see what the response from the other was. Then one of us would start getting a hand in the others underwear and soon we would be jacking each other off. Never talked about it the next day.

My first sexual experience happened with my younger brother and his friend when I was 10, his friend was sleeping over and that morning we took off all our clothes and started kissing and sucking each other’s penises. This sort of three-way relationship continued for a couple years but ended just as I was entering puberty. I had 2 more experiences with my brother a few years later where he wanted me to perform fellatio on him, this was the first time I had seen him with pubic hair and I sucked him off until he ejaculated in my mouth. A week or so later he asked if we could have anal sex and I attempted to insert my penis into his rectum but had to pull out because he said it hurt too much, I probably should have first inserted my fingers through his anus to help relax his sphincter. A couple more years went by and one day he came out of the bathroom with a full erection and asked if I could suck him off and I did until he had an orgasm. He is happily married to his wife now and we never talk about our experiences but I have fond memories of our times together. I had one more same-sex experience with a friend when I was 15 and performed fellatio on him but he didn’t reciprocate, he asked if I was gay and I said no (which was a lie) but said it’s something I enjoy doing.

One time when I was 18 I had a limited experience with a girl of the same age, she performed fellatio on me but I only inserted my fingers into her moist vagina, at this point I pretty much knew I was gay because I didn’t have much interest in doing anything more with her but now I am curious about what it would be like with a woman. My partner has given me permission to have sex with a woman but I keep failing to build up the courage to explain my interests with a lady and ask her if she wants to be my first! Although my partner keeps joking that he is afraid I will turn straight, who knows what will happen but I think I would still classify myself as bisexual with a stronger arousal to men.

Once spent the night at a fellow boyscout's house when i was 11 or 12. His mom & my mom were divorcees with lots to bitch about, so we were quite alone in the 3rd floor attic bedroom. Tim was 14 and a higher ranking scout. His sister, Annie was the real reason i was happy to be here. She's 13, sandy blonde and lithe. And more importantly; she was growing boobs-which seemed immensely interesting to me at the time. But i digress. Tim & Annie had a little brother, 9-can't remember his name. Tim & I were in the attic when he motioned to little brother and mentioned that they would sometimes rub their weenies together and that it felt really good, He then asked if i had ever done that and would i like to see them do it or try it myself. I got nervous-think i said maybe next time. Afraid of getting caught by our moms. We had a campout in the back yard 2 weeks later but nothing sexual ever happened, though i got my snuggle on with Annie. Always wonder about that family now.

The next door neighbor boy who enjoyed playing doctor on me also staged some spanking "games" with me and a couple other boys at the same time. We were all ordered to the old coal bin in the basement, then take off our pants and one by one lay face down with our underpants still on. Mike would hand spank each of us while the others looked on, then peel down our briefs for a bare butt belt whipping. Following that he would make us spread our cheeks so he could poke and examine our bottomholes while pretending to take our temperature. I remember it being much more exciting than painful, and especially when we insisted he take a spanking from us...he liked it when we examined and fondled his cock and sac during and after his spanking.

I had some fun with a couple friends individually. We were pubescent, and very interested in all the hows and whys. My parents idea of sex education was the gift of a book at Christmas which talked about general physiology and changes during puberty, along with nice hand-drawn illustrations.

One at a time I would review the book with a friend; we'd start to get excited and then I suggested that we adjourn to the fruit cellar in the basement where we might explore each other privately. We went down, closed the door to the cellar where it was pitch dark, and standing face to face started to take down our trousers.

The agreement was we could feel each other in our underpants, and then naked. It was very exciting, though one friend wore boxer shorts which made it more difficult to feel his genitals. After awhile we would slide our underpants down and allow complete access to our little cocks and balls. One of my friends had already developed a bit of pubic hair which was fun to run my fingers through as I fondled him. Our boycocks usually got hard, and the feelings of someone else examining you were fantastic. We never had orgasms, but just a great deal of fun groping and feeling about how each other's parts felt.

In junior high school I became a locker-room voyeur. Never enjoyed gym class much, but the changing and showers were a complete joy. Athletic supporters were optional in junior high, mandatory in senior high, and there were random jock checks during roll call when you had to pull down the front of your gym shorts to show your jock. Most boys wore white brief underpants in those days, so it was a nice parade in the locker room, then when we all had to change out of our underpants into jocks, even more eye candy!

There were swimming classes as part of phys-ed; for boys swim suits were not allowed, nor in senior high so there were many great sights. We were expected to soap shower thoroughly before pool, and the gym teacher inspected us as we exited the shower room - mostly by rubbing our arms or wrists to see if anything came off. If he sent us back to the showers to get clean, we earned a whistle cord across the bare butt after roll call. Sometimes the coach would lean down to test the ankles of some of the boys - I like to think now that he did that when he wanted a better look at some nicely developing boy.

In junior high, there was plenty of variety: very small and bare like me, to sparse pubic hair and growing genitals, to surprisingly hirsute young men with adult size penis and testicles. So much fun to watch and learn!

~~~I watched a couple boys with great interest in 8th or 9th grade locker-rooms. Gary was a carrot-top fireplug but very athletic and went out for all sports. He had a little ginger bush above a stubby boy cock, and small-apple round scrotum; always changed out of white briefs into a jockstrap, and took a lot of time with a towel between his legs after showers (showing off?). While a warm shower generally caused a lot of boys’ genitals to hang a little lower, his never did. I always tried to get a locker near his so I could watch, although the “jocks” usually liked to be together.

Marvin was a very slender average height boy who played varsity basketball. This kid was baby smooth, tiny balls, but had a flaccid pencil-penis that had to be at least 8 inches long. I watched in awe as he walked to the showers, cock bouncing from thigh to thigh, and it seemed that he didn’t mind showing off despite his quiet demeanor. How could such a small guy be so big “down there” I wondered!

I think all men, and women too for that matter, have a curiosity about other people's bodies during puberty, and engage in some sort of homosexual activity, even if it is just jerking off together. It is normal and natural.My best friend and I have jacked each other off, and occasionally sucked each other, though not to orgasm. We were always fascinated because we were both uncircumcised and most of our other friends were cut. We even occasionally continued this into our early 20's Usually when his girlfriend got pissed and threw him out. (Or he left to let her cool down.) He was always broke, so I'd take him to a motel, and we'd watch the pay porn. We'd start stoking ourselves, then one of us (usually him) would reach over and grab the others cock...

We also played "Truth or Dare," as kids, and the "Dare" would almost always be to jerk off in front of everybody. That is how I learned how to masturbate.

Strange how, these days, a straight woman can confess to having a lesbian experience and not be judged as harshly as a straight man who confesses to the same thing. "She went through a phase, no biggie." people will say. If a straight guy did the same the judgment would be; "OK this guy is either gay or BI."

Does anyone feel this pattern of societal judgment in North America is changing or do you feel straight men will always be judged as gay for having tried it a few times.

I have often dreamed about having a man to man experience while growing up. It wasn't until recently, I was able to actually act on those feelings. I feel more complete, although I would not be willing to identify myself as homosexual..

There were a few of us buddies who went through the normal "jacking off" phase after hitting puberty. It seemed more exciting than jacking off solo.

There was one buddy that wanted to experiment further and we jacked each other off a few times, which was fun. We also experimented with blowjobs and anal sex, but we both lacked the knowledge or experience to be successful at it.

Once we started seeing girls, our "boys club" quickly fizzled out and was never mentioned again. Our era and geography were saturated with a homophobic mindset.

I always viewed that activity as "age normal". 40 years later I find myself once again curious to explore the possibility of some guy fun. Go figure 😃

Strange how, these days, a straight woman can confess to having a lesbian experience and not be judged as harshly as a straight man who confesses to the same thing. "She went through a phase, no biggie." people will say. If a straight guy did the same the judgment would be; "OK this guy is either gay or BI."

Does anyone feel this pattern of societal judgment in North America is changing or do you feel straight men will always be judged as gay for having tried it a few times.

Even historically and legally, lesbian sex has often been judged to be less objectionable. Off the cuff here, as I've no time to look up all the correct references, but one of the most infamous pieces of anti-gay legislation was the German paragraph 175 (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paragraph_175) which criminalized homosexual acts between males, but not between females. This continued to be so even under Nazi rule which was a time one would think that any sort of deviant behavior was deemed illegal and punishable.

Maybe it's considered less objectionable because men like to imagine two ladies getting it on? Maybe because not all male legislators were able to conceive of the concept of strap-on dildos? ... ha ha

Whatever the reason, it's been a constant throughout the ages.

When puberty hits, sex is this new thing that you think about constantly. Now masturbating is really fun especially for guys that can see an ejaculation for the first time.

I like imDoug did some early puberty sex play with other boys- masturbating together and touching each other penises but then all that evaporated and our attention was focused on girls. I grew up in a time and place when homophobia was rampant and so any thought of playing with boys was not even spoken about because it was viewed in such a negative light. As the years have rolled by and I have a much deeper understanding of my own sexuality I am not at all disturbed by feelings of sex play with a guy. I am still very much attracted to women but if the time and place are right I am open to playing with a man or another man and a woman. That is where my sexuality has evolved to and I am very comfortable with that.

Never had any experiences when I was as young as many of you are describing. Your stories are a bit scary, as my son is just turning 10, about the age many of you seemed to have started experimenting. I honestly hope he doesn't experiment with others during the next few years, & is ultimately responsible as he begins having relationships in his later teen years.

In my elementary school years, we didn't have any showers or lockers at the school . We wore our gym shorts under our pants and just took our pants and uniform shirt off when it was time for gym.. When I was in 8th grade,.one time in the classroom while in my gym shorts, someone on the other side of the classroom asked me to lift my leg in the air. Innocent enough request. When I did, he and my best friend started laughing. I couldn't figure out why and started looking at myself and realized my briefs could no longer provide the support to contain my scrotum & my naked scrotum was hanging out from under my short shorts.At the time I had never seen nor did I know what an athletic supporter was, but I sure needed one, given how short the gym shorts were back in the day. So I had trouble communicating to my mom that I thought I needed new briefs or something, not sure how to solve the problem. I became very self conscious, which sometimes interfered with my sports play during gym.

Then i went to an all boys high school (hating practically every minute of it). The word "queer" was thrown around a lot, to be used as a demeaning term that you'd never want to be called nor referred to, even in jest. So I never would have suspected any of my classmates ever did any of the experimentation as you folks describe.

I never felt any desire for boys, and didn't even want my private parts to be seen by them at all. I never showered after gym class. I may have stripped to my undies in the locker room to switch from pants to gym shorts, but that was as much private area as I would reveal. Finally when I was in 10th grade, my mom bought me an athletic supporter. I'd wear it to school under my briefs on gym days. I was uncomfortable wearing it all day long in class. This went on for 2 years. Finally, when I was a senior I stopped wearing a jock strap, and with gym the last class in the afternoon, I'd just walk around the track during gym because I didn't even want to get sweaty, as I often would have to work after school.

The only time I was exposed in high school was when we were standing in rows in the gym before class.started & the kid behind me suddenly pulled my shorts down as a prank. My briefs underneath came down partially too, partially exposing my jock strap, but i yanked everything back up so quickly that it all happened within 2 seconds. Then of course I called him a queer and a faggot, even though he was a big kid on the football team. Those words were so commonly used then.

My experiences etc mirror those of ProV1

When I was 14 at summer camp, an older counselor, maybe 16, commented on my growing manhood... He had a huge penis of which I was very envious. Mine was still growing but my nuts had become almost cartoonish in their enormity (compared to my cock which was another year or two behind.... The next year, there www were again... We always seemed to shower at the same time and one time it was only us... He was stroking himself slightly and commenting that he thought his dick had gotten bigger in the past year since we last showered together.... I got hard... He noticed and commented again how I was growing even more and now had a man's dick.... That was my chance but I chickened out.... Bummed to this day about that

That was my chance but I chickened out.... Bummed to this day about that

Sometimes it seems like that is the definition of life ... ha ha.

I had a missed chance/opportunity when the same age, at 14. Only I was incredibly naive then. Anyway it was the Easter holidays and my family all went to Lourdes, France, stayed at a hotel, did all the typical things. But there was not much to do especially and I had a habit of taking walks after dinner, walking all over the compact town/oversized village. It was already dark but that made little difference in such a place, back in 1964 moreover. So, it was dark, after dinner around 20/21h and I was walking in the compound surrounding the basilica and cave. It's up against a swift flowing mountain river with a stone wall and as I passed by some trees an older boy, I think about 18 or 17, stepped out in front of me. I didn't understand much French yet at that time and couldn't understand what he wanted until he began groping my crotch.

I didn't know much about actual sex at that age, let alone homosexual sex, but I did get the message rather quickly. He was out looking for someone to have some fun with. Even I understood that. I wasn't afraid at all oddly, even though he was a total stranger, we were all alone and it was dark in a foreign country no less. But I just stood looking at him saying 'non monsieur, non monsieur' over and over. He stopped feeling me up, laughed or chuckled and went away. Then i took the shortest way back to the hotel ... ha ha.

I began to have some regrets about not going along as i grew older, in my 40s-50s. He was obviously polite enough not to press himself on me or anything. And it would have been a beginning of a sexual education which otherwise didn't happen till much much later.

But as you say, I chickened out ... or since it happened in France - c'est la vie. 😃

I want to go on record right from the start by saying that in my opinion guy on guy action is oh so very hot and I do want to see some in real life someday. Also for the record let me make it clear that I can promise you if I ever am in a position to see that I will absolutely not let that opportunity get away from me.

I have mentioned a few times that I went to Ohio University. It is known as sort of a party college and I would have to agree with that. Anyway, I am not sure if it's just OU or if it's common at most colleges but I will admit, I have had some umm cuddle time with women when I was at college. And yes, it does seem that it is more acceptable between women than men, which I think is actually bs. Am I a lesbian, am I bi? Then, I think I just grew up so sheltered and suppressed that yes I believe I was just experimenting. I can tell you now, and probably could have told you then as well that I am neither bi nor am I a lesbian. To be honest with you, I can play with women medically speaking but I don't really enjoy it that much. As far as having sex with another woman, well, again, I would if it was something that presented to Doc and I as a threesome situation....maybe. But as far as me just having sex with a woman for the simple fact of having sex, no way. I just am not into women at all. I love men, I love penis's and I love balls. I'm not trying to be rude,or crass but I just do.

Since the "event" and while we were going through that personal hell we developed a new motto that we live by. It's short and sweet and to the point. It's just 2 words. NO REGRETS. Which in a nutshell means that what we might have said no to before, or what might have been a hard limit for example really isn't anymore. Living this way is very freeing. Almost liberating.

Mashie

Never did.

My male friends and I were in lust with so many girls. I used to masturbate to the thought of certain female classmates but always solo.

I never could figure out or acknowledge the requests of several of my junior-high male peers to make actual sexual contact with them. I always sort of assumed they were trying to further undermine my masculinity, like a lot of them did. (My folks had considered it a major issue, as they were forever sending me to psychologists.)

One kid always taunted me with the jingle, “Suck-a my weenie, I go pee-pee?” Another guy, in gym class, opened his shorts and said, “Wanna suck my peter?” Disgustedly, I said “No!” After a pause, he said, “Party pooper!!”

Even the main bully in my life bragged about giving a BJ to an older student. I always took these as so much fabrication, so much bragging. Guys all over were making tall stories of their sexual escapades with other guys, that I took it all to be the product of an overactive imagination—like that of the closest social contact in my life then.

He always hung out with me wherever I’d go during recess or lunch. He lured me in very unique ways: he’d enthrall me with stories of some adult movie he just saw, or when he saw another classmate screwing his little sister, or this or that guy’s penis size, and all the other sexual misinformation he had. He’d have me accompany him to the restroom when no one was around and tried playing the “I’ll show you mine if you’ll show me yours” game, which I usually didn’t go with, although when we both took a piss he’d comment in some positive or negative way about my size. (This was pre-pubescence; he was one of the few Hispanic kids I grew up with who was circumcised.)

He always called me his buddy; in grade school we were the two fat boys. We never played ball with the other boys.

I never wanted to be rude with this kid, but sometimes I wished he’d just let me alone.

In junior high, where we went to a bigger school in the nearby town, he took me into the boys’ john during lunch and said he’d like to fuck me. I didn’t know how to react, though everybody by this time knew I was a pushover; no adult ever told me I didn’t have to do whatever everyone tells me. I resisted, but he asked me two more times and I reluctantly joined him in the middle stall; he sometimes told me, “You got nice buns.” Even never having seen me bare-assed.

I pulled down my jeans so that only my butt was exposed, and he took out his teeny pecker (I don’t think he reached puberty yet—his voice at that time was still at the same pitch) and expressed some verbal pleasure.

But right at the second his dick grazed my buttcheek, I heard another student stepping in, so I immediately pulled up my drawers and hurried out the restroom. The incident went unreported; no knowledge of anybody spreading any rumors.

I was a total isolationist. I couldn’t even talk about the experience to anyone, certainly not my folks, who’d immediately have imposed on me a sentence commensurate with being grounded (since I hadn’t anyplace to go to start with), and I wasn’t spanked since age nine. Maybe it would’ve been no allowance for three months. And I never felt I could tell the psychologist I saw weekly: he couldn’t completely understand my explanation of my first masturbation episode.

I merely put this in the back of my mind as a minor, bizarre little incident.

At this stage of my life I was occupied with sexual problems of my own. I was much into jacking myself off but plagued with the question of How do I cum without spilling any onto the bathroom rug? And I almost couldn’t have cared less about sex with male classmates—my thoughts were much more focused on girls and how they suddenly seemed so damn cute; and I had designs on one of my older sister’s female friends. And I couldn’t do a single thing about it, as our parents didn’t allow us to date (much less have any thoughts about the opposite sex) till we were sixteen. We lived on a farm and were bused to the nearest town’s school.

But there was my fascination with penises that remained; it took me till my early thirties to grapple with the whole issue. It wasn’t until my forties, when I pored through some erotic literature, that same-sex exploration was a natural and universal part of pubescence. I would’ve found it easier to deal with my bisexuality if I knew that.

I never experimented with gay sex when I was younger. First time I was with a guy, I was over fifty. But I have made up for that by really experimenting since. I've done almost everything and don't plan to stop. What was I waiting for?

First time I was with a guy, I was over fifty.... What was I waiting for?

Possibly:

A point in your life when you were ready.

A point where your choices no longer had to be a direct result of what's considered acceptable behavior and what's not.

A point where how others would feel or react if the knew or found out wouldn't matter.

A point where it would become appealing.

A point where you could look past the perceived stigma.

A point where it became key to either continued sexual happiness, or something new & exciting

A point where you could appreciate being appreciated by a man.

Age 12: On a Boy Scouts camping trip, my best friend and tent buddy fondled each other late one Saturday night in our tent. We were both totally nude, and totally erect. We were enjoying playing with each other, but we were too loud and an adult leader walked up to our tent and told us to cut it out. Neither of us achieved orgasm, but we were on the way.

Age 13: I was sleeping next to a cousin of about the same age on the living room carpet of my house while his family was visiting my family and there were not enough beds for everyone. Everyone was sleeping upstairs but us. I let him fondle me and he wanted to fuck my ass. I let him try, but he forgot the lube, he made too much noise, and he awoke some adults upstairs.

Age 21: I had a gay college friend. He talked me into what became a 24-hour hand-job marathon. He made me cum two or three times, and I did the same for him. He wanted to go farther, but I didn't. We just got sexual that one time, (hands only), but stayed friends.

My Boy Scout friend is straight and happily married with kids. Me too. My cousin was rumored to be gay for years. I never asked. He died at a very young age. I lost contract with my gay college friend. I never had another sexual experience with a man, but sometimes fantasize that my cousin had remembered the lube.

I want to go on record right from the start by saying that in my opinion guy on guy action is oh so very hot and I do want to see some in real life someday. Also for the record let me make it clear that I can promise you if I ever am in a position to see that I will absolutely not let that opportunity get away from me

I LOVE watching guys fuck. They do it so...let's say....politically incorrectly. Women want tenderness and respect, and there are rules. Guys can just ram it home, and have a good ole time. A really big dick, and a guy's willing asshole are a thing of beauty.

Re: the original post- Discovered sex with girls at an early age. Dove in head first, and didn't look back.

I was 8 and he was 18.

When I was about 5 or 6, the 12 yr old neighbor boy and I were in the attic of the garage. He pulled down his pants and sat on a table and said he wanted to see how long he could sit there on the cold table. So, I pulled down my pants and did the same thing. Thats when he "introduced" me to "George". He told me to shake it which I did. He then proceeded to masturbate but my penis was too small to put my hand around it like that so I cupped my hand over the tip and worked it up and down. I also played with his younger brother. His brother asked me to put his dick in my mouth, so I did. Some time soon after that, the older brother stayed the night and put his hand in my underwear. I got hard immediately. He then pushed me over on my side and he started rubbing his dick in my butt crack. I didn't know if he was trying to put it in or just dry humping me. This happened many many times. Then one day I was about 10, he was telling me that if a guy got pregnant he would be rich. Then, while dry humping me, his dick slid in my ass. OMG did that hurt!! I jumped and pulled away so he just rubbed it in my butt crack. The following summer we were swimming at night when he swam up behind me and pulled off my suit. He then pulled me onto his lap and started jacking me off. He then slowly pushed his dick in my ass and fucked me while he was jacking me off. I came but didn't say anything and he kept stroking my dick and fucking me. I came a second time and he started grunting and came in my ass.

When I was 19, my sister and I stayed the night at the younger brother's house, which was out of town. My sister was dating him and I liked his cousin. That night, the girls slept upstairs in the bedroom and we slept on the living room floor. He started rubbing his dick on my backside so ge got naked and he sucked me off. First time I came in someones mouth. I tried to 69 with him but he moved over so I couldn't reach. After I came, he got beside me and tried to fuck me. He then said he like it better if I lay on my stomach, so I did. He then got on top of me and shoved his dick in my ass so hard. He was huge and it hurt like hell. He then started pumping me hard, slamming my prostate. It hurt every time he bottomed out. I let him go until I couldn't take it any more. I went upstairs to the bathroom and got hard thinking about what just happened. I jacked off and came for the second time but was so horny I stayed hard. I continued to jack off and came again. When I went back downstairs, he asked if I would suck him off if he washed it. after cumming 3 times, I had no interest in anything so I said no. That was 35 years ago and still wish I would have sucked him off and swallowed his cum like he did mine.