Where it happened: His bedroom
Langauge: english
Sex: Male
Rating: 10
Category: Straight
I need to tell someone about my first experiences with a guy.
It has stayed with me for many years and I am incredibly curious to try it again!
I love women and am incredibly attracted to them but I also find my self turned on by guys. I don’t want to have a relationship or even make love. I just am turned on by men’s cocks! I find them to be the ultimate symbol of sexuality. Some days all I can think about is my experiences back long ago.
I want to mess around with a guy again so very much. I go on web cam sites all the time. I love showing myself off to other guys. I love the attention! I love performing for guys.
Like I said, I have never told a soul about this. This happened many years ago and, as far as I know, it is between me and my best friend.
This is a totally true story.
I have a best friend. I’ll call him John. John and I have been best buddies since we were two. My family moved away and John and I stayed friends. Every summer we’d fly to each other’s houses and spend at least a month together. Our families were and still are very close.
I looked forward to my summers with John all year. He was and is like my brother.
The summer in between seventh and eight, we both had pretty raging hormones. We started looking at porn together and would laugh at our erections. We’d take turns running into the bathroom and jacking off. We found his Mom’s karma sutra books and would look at them for hours.
One afternoon, I was in the kitchen and was bent over looking for a pot to make macaroni and cheese. John came up behind me and started humping me. I jumped away and called him “gay”. We didn’t mention it again. A few days later we were looking at porn. We were both hard and he told me to bend over the couch. I did and he humped me again. I could feel his cock pushing through his pants and pressing against my butt. Honestly, it was incredibly exciting. He stopped after a minute and it wasn’t mentioned again. This happened a few more times. It would always start with “Bend over!!” I’d say “No!” and then I’d do it anyway. He’d hump me for a second and then it would be over.
The summer ended and we didn’t see each other again for nine more months.
That next year, I rarely thought about it but when we would talk on the phone, he would laugh about it and so would I.
The next summer we were both in the heat of puberty. I arrived at his house in June and he had a whole bunch of new porn for us to look at.
The second day there, we were looking at porn on the internet and he told me to go sit on the couch. He then pulled out his cock and started jacking off. I couldn’t see anything but I knew what he was doing.
The next day, the dry humping started again. I invited it this time. I’d bend over and tell him to “come get me”. He’d already be hard by the time he was over me. His cock got my heart racing. It went longer this summer. He’d do it for five-ten minutes. We’d laugh and call each other “gay” but neither of us would stop. He invited me to do it, too. But John was much bigger and further along in puberty than me. I enjoyed bending over more.
A few days later, after showering, I was walking around the house in my towel. His Mom worked very long hours at her restaurant so we had the place to ourselves pretty much all the time.
I felt really daring and dropped the towel, exposing my ass. “John! Come get me!”
He laughed and said “Holy shit!”
I said “For real, dude!”
He jumped up and began dry humping my naked ass.
(This was the first time either of us had been naked)
I could really feel his cock this time and it was crazy! My cock got harder than it ever had been. He stopped after a minute and I went into his bedroom. We were just talking and I was sitting on the ground. I felt that mischievous thing in my head again. He turned away to do something and I got on all fours. I dropped the towel from my ass and said “John!” He turned around and didn’t say anything. I smacked my naked ass and he came over and got down on his knees. He paused for a second and then I felt this really warm, smooth, throbbing thing pressing against my ass hole. I jumped away. “Dude!!”
He had this big smile on his face. “What?”
“Did you just put your cock on my ass?”
“So?!”
We just starred at each other for a second and then I got on all fours again, dropping the towel. He came up behind me again and I felt his hot cock against my ass again. I can’t describe the feelings that went through my head. I was ashamed, more turned on than I had ever been, confused, horny, loving it, hating it.
He tried to push it in but it wouldn’t go.
He stopped and ran out of the room. I got dressed and we didn’t talk about for the rest of the day.
That night, in his bedroom, it happened again. This time he managed to get the head of his cock into my ass. It hurt but felt amazing at the same time. Then I tried with him. I couldn’t get mine it. We’d just pull out boxers down so our ass holes would be exposed. We were really concerned about not letting the other guy see our cocks.
After we did it for awhile we went out for a walk. “We’re not gay, are we?”
“No, we’re just two guys experimenting and getting our hornyness out. Girls won’t mess with us. Let’s just do it!”
The next day we fly back to my house, a few States away.
That night it happened again. I’d pull my pants down and my boxers down just exposing my ass. He jumped up on the bed and tried to get his cock in me. It wouldn’t really fit. That’s when we started with lotion. I had him go and get it out of the bathroom. He covered his cock in it and I rubbed it on my ass.
And it happened. He was inside. It was insane. It hurt but it felt SOO good!!! I gasped and moaned. He pumped away. I told him “Don’t cum in me!” And pulled out and ran into the bathroom.
“What happened?”
“I almost blew my nut in you!”
The rest of the summer was a sex fest. Multiple times a day, when ever we had a moment, My pants would come down he’d be inside me. We got adventurous. One time, at his Grandma’s apartment we were up on the roof. The place had a pool up there. No one else was there so we went to the railing, I bent over, and he fucked me.
Every time it felt better. We’d always be ashamed and embarrassed after. He never had the chance to cum in me, though. I’d always tell him to stop.
I never really got inside of him. I tried but could never fit. I think he was too anxious and never relaxed enough.
At the end of the summer, he was fucking me in the bathroom. He pulled out and told me to leave to he could jack off. I went in the living room and shortly after he ran out and pulled down his pants. “My turn!” He said. I turned him down.
“No, dude! It’s gay!” The next day I left.
Over that next year, I thought about it every minute but never talked to him about it.
That next summer, I hinted at doing it again but he ignored my hints. We never did it again. We never mentioned it again. We still see each other every year or so and it is like it never happened.
So, that’s the end. One Summer and I’m affected for life.
I want so badly to mess around like that again. I want to mess around with him! I want to talk to him or somebody about it! I fantasize about it every day.
I crave it. I’m confused about it. I’ve thought about just randomly hooking up with some guy but I can never bring myself to do it.
I love women and nothing turns me on like a hot girl. They drive me wild!! But cock drives me wild, too.
I don’t know what to do.
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