Where it happened: bedroom
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 2
Category: Straight
This letter is about my first same sex encounter. I am a 24 year old male, living in Chicago. I first realized that I was bisexual when I was around 16. I always found myself attracted to guys much like myself, masculine, all American types, but I also dated girls and was quite active sexually, going all the way when I was seventeen with my girlfriend at the time, something I enjoyed very much and remember quite fondly.
I was 22 when I decided that I had to act on these other feelings. Since all young dudes are homophobic, (thanks to society) I couldn’t really explore these feeling with anyone in my circle, even thought there were a couple of my friends whom I always felt might have gone along with the program, especially after a few beers.
I decided one night to go to a gay movie theater here in Chicago. I was scared shitless, my hands shaking as I bought my ticket and entered the dark theater. It was not even half full. Guys were sitting in the dark, watching the screen, changing seats, and sitting beside other men. I sat down and began watching the film showing three young guys jerking off together. I had never seen anything like that before and it was compelling to me.
After a while I got up to go to the bathroom and that’s when I saw him. He was an All-American looking guy, my age, in good shape and he seemed as nervous as I was. He was standing by the double doors just inside the theater. I stood near him for a moment and felt the heat of his body. I don’t know where I got the nerve but I said, “Would you like to sit down?”
He said “yes” and we sat beside each other in the dark. I could feel his knee touching mine in the dark and my breathing got heavier.
Again I spoke. “Do you live around here?”
“Yeah,” he replied. “Wanna go to your place?”
“Okay,” he replied.
He told me his name was Jim. I followed him home in my car. He offered me orange juice. I told him I had never done anything like this before. That took him by surprise. He was into girls, like me, but said that he got the urge to be with a man once in a while.
We went into his bedroom and he sat beside me on the bed and gently stroked the inside of my thigh. “Is this okay?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I whispered. “It feels good.” His hands moved towards my erect penis bulging through my blue jeans. It felt amazing to have a man’s hand on it. He unzipped my pants as I lay back on the bed and Jim slipped his hands inside my underwear. I closed my eyes and tried not to lose it.
Before long we were naked on the bed. He had a great swimmer’s body and a good tan. He leaned forward and took my dick in his mouth. It was incredible having a man suck me off. He knew exactly what felt good and how to please me. We changed positions and I decided to try it also. I gently sucked on his penis, which was about the same size as mine. I have always been a bit of a premature ejaculator and I was again getting close to shooting a load. We both stopped for a few moments and lay back on the bed. It felt so good to be beside this guy. He was like any one of my buddies. Just a regular college guy that I could probably be friends with.
After about a half-hour of touching, massage, rubbing our bodies together we both came almost at the same time. Afterwards wee lay there in the darkened room and I felt pretty amazing.
I left Jim’s place hating society, hating religion. How could they take something that seemed so natural, so much a part of the basic fabric of our sexual and psychological make-up and make it such a hated and despised act around the world?
Homosexuality or bisexuality has been around since the beginning of time. The Greeks and the Romans were very comfortable with it; in fact it was nobler for a man to sleep with his friend then to sleep with a woman. It wasn’t till the Christians zealots came along that the act of men sharing love with other men became a shameful humiliation in the eyes of the world.
I would bet that a lot of guys have at one time or another experienced sexual feeling towards other men. I’m glad that I had the balls to act on mine. Jim moved to New York a couple of months after that first encounter. I had sex with him one other time but that first time was the most amazing. Since Jim, two years ago, I had one brief encounter with a guy I met at a gym. Nothing heavy and very safe.
I’m currently engaged to a girl I met while travelling in Europe. She is very cool and open-minded. I’m wondering if I should tell her about my bisexual experiences.
Signed
An all American boy from Chicago
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