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Archive name: 1stgay.txt (MM, 1st)
Authors name: Alex (alex005565@aol.com)
Story title : My True Gay Experience

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My True Gay Experience (M/M-teen, 1st)
by Alex (alex005565@aol.com)


I'm a 34 year old, single, Bi-sexual male. But I've only 
had sex with one man in my life and that was when I was 
18.  The relationship only lasted for a couple of 
months before he decided to end it. He was a 49 year 
old, married man with balding hair and a full beard. He 
had 2 grown children ages 22 and 24 who were living in 
NYC. He owned an antique store on LI, and his wife 
worked in the city.

I used to go bike riding a lot during the summer 
months. I often rode my bike the 10 miles down to the 
harbor to watch the boats. Lots of people liked to take 
lunch by the water as well.

One day I passed by a man sitting in a red convertible. 
I didn't say anything to him as I passed by his parked 
car and stopped at a bench about 20 ft behind him. As I 
watched the boats, I noticed him looking at me through 
his rear view mirror.  I stayed for about 10 min, 
resting up for the return trip.

As I walked the bike past his car, he said, "Hello." 
Then added, "Kind of hot to be bike riding isn't it?"

I returned his greeting and told him that I actually 
enjoyed it more when it was hot out.

During this exchange, I didn't break stride while 
walking the bike past him, and I planned to continue on 
my way.  However he continued the conversation by 
asking me how often I rode my bike this way.

Not wanting to be impolite, I stopped and approached 
his car. We then talked for a few minutes about biking. 
He told me he and his wife used to ride, but hadn't for 
a few years.

When I finally told him that I had better get going, he 
asked again how often I rode my bike down to the water. 
I told him that I usually rode down about 2 times a 
week. He then said his goodbyes and said that it had 
been nice talking to me and I said the same to him had 
spun off on my way home.

About 5 or 6 days later, I again rode my bike down to 
the water. I hadn't given any thought to my initial 
encounter with this man in the red convertible, and had 
entirely forgotten about him. It wasn't until I saw his 
red convertible in the same location that I remembered 
our earlier conversation.

This time I didn't walk the bike up next to his car, 
and instead stopped about 200 ft in front of his car.  
After a few minutes, I heard his car engine start up, 
and he drove up and parked right next to me. After 
greeting me, he asked me if I remembered that we had 
talked earlier.

Then he continued asking me a few more questions about 
bike riding. It was at this point, that he made the 
first of what I felt were obvious sexual advances 
towards me. He said bike riding was doing me good, and 
that he really liked my long muscular legs.

When he told me this, I immediately became very 
uncomfortable. Surprised and slightly confused by his 
comments about me, I just said thanks and started to 
move slightly away from him.

He then told me that he lived near by and that he had a 
nice built-in pool. When he asked me if I wanted to 
come over for a swim, I definitely knew that he was up 
to something, and I politely refused his offer.

As I started riding back home, he followed behind me 
for a short while, still trying to make conversation. 
After a few minutes of this, we finally parted company.

I knew that this guy was after something, and I didn't 
plan on going back to the water for quite a while, or 
perhaps ever again. However something happened to 
change that. After a day or so, I found myself thinking 
about him. When I was 18 I was masturbating quite a 
lot.

Now suddenly after our second meeting, bearded men 
started appearing in my masturbation fantasies. I 
started fantasizing about what he wanted to do to me, 
about what would actually have happened if I had gone 
swimming in his pool. 

The more thought about it, the more aroused I became. I 
tried hard to resist these thoughts but I just 
couldn't. At 18 guys are very receptive to anything 
sexual, and this man seemed to send out sexual vibes. 
It was forbidden territory, something that I'd never 
thought about before.

It only took about 2 weeks before I found myself back 
on the road to the harbor again. As I approached the 
water, I felt my cock getting hard. Part of me was 
hoping that I wouldn't see his red car there.  

However, it was parked in its usual place. This time I 
rode right up to him. After a few minutes of casual 
conversation, I asked him about his swimming pool. I 
was very nervous, but also very excited.

He smiled at me and suggested that I come home with him 
and try it out. I secured my bike at the bike stand 
along side the harbor road and got into his car.

He only lived about 5 minutes away, so we quickly 
arrived at his house. As we went through the garage, he 
showed me his bike and suggested that we go biking 
together some time. Once inside we went into the living 
room and he offered me a soft drink.

We sat at opposite ends of his couch and again started 
talking. For the first time he asked me how old I was. 
I told him that I was 18 and was about to start my 
first year of college that fall.

As we talked, I was constantly thinking about how to 
initiate something sexual with him. It wasn't really a 
conscious thing; it just seemed to be a need I had. I 
started worrying that perhaps he was just being nice 
and didn't really want anything sexual from me.

I was also worried about my hard on, surely he would 
notice it if we went swimming. My dick was fully erect 
in my shorts as we talked. I figured that since I was 
much younger than him, he was probably reluctant to 
make the first move. 

Finally I asked, "So you said you liked my legs, huh?"

He smiled and said, "Yes, long and muscular."

I told him that I really liked his beard, and that I'd 
prefer to have thicker legs like his. Then a little 
nervously I got up and sat right down next to him. 
Being so close, he now clearly saw my bulge. He looked 
at it for a few seconds, then put his hand on it. Then 
without another word, he started gently rubbing and 
patting my bulge through my bike shorts.

I just sat there and let him do this to me for a while. 
When it became obvious that I was getting pretty hot, 
he stopped and asked me if I wanted to go upstairs. My 
legs were literally shaking as we climbed the stairs 
and walked towards his bedroom. I literally felt an 
electric charge run thru me when he closed the bedroom 
door behind us, fully realizing that I was about to 
have some kind of sex with him.

We stopped at the foot of the bed and we hugged for a 
while. Then he gently removed my shirt and shorts. He 
asked me if I wanted to explore his body.  When I said 
yes, he pulled of his T-shirt and unzipped his pants.

I could clearly saw the huge bulge fully outlined in 
his jockey shorts. I reached down and cupped his balls 
thru his shorts and was amazed at how heavy they felt. 
I watched as he removed his shorts and his cock fell 
out fully erect.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and watched as I 
removed my underwear. I sat down right next to him and 
grasped his fully erect cock and began examining it. It 
was uncut, about 7 inches and very thick. I had never 
seen an uncut cock before and was amazed at how 
different it was.

I masturbated him for several minutes, before he asked 
me if I wanted to do "more" to him. I just nodded and 
he stood up, moved some pillows before lying down fully 
on the bed. He then told me that I could do anything I 
wanted to him.

Not knowing really what he meant I touched and fondled 
his cock some more, ran my hands all over his legs, 
stomach and chest. I touched and gently pulled on his 
beard, massaged his balls, rubbed his nipples. I still 
remember how he simply laid there, letting me do all 
this to him.

Suddenly, I got the urge to get on top of him. So I 
simply climbed on top and began rubbing by body against 
his. He put his hands on by ass as I rubbed against 
him. I this position we were face to face, and I began 
kissing him and rubbing my face against his beard. We 
also seemed to rub noses quite a lot.

However, rubbing against him like this was making me 
too aroused. I was moving against him very fast, and he 
told me several times to slow down. Finally he actually 
stopped me entirely and told me to calm down. He said 
to relax and to take deep breaths.

After a bit I resumed at a much slower pace. However, 
this didn't last long. The simple fact that I was 
having sex with an older married man in his own bed, 
and the feel of his hands on my back and ass was just 
too much for me.  I again began moving very fast 
against him.

It wasn't long before I could feel my orgasm building. 
I didn't want to stop it.  I remember actually saying 
sorry to him when I started cumming. He told me not to 
worry about it and to just enjoy the feeling. I did 
enjoy it, it gave me such a feeling of freedom, and his 
skin against mine felt like it was on fire.

After my orgasm I again apologized to him, telling him 
that I couldn't help myself and that I was just too 
excited.  He assured me that he understood and that I 
would certainly last longer next time.

Then I moved down and began masturbating him. I don't 
know why I did it but began sucking his cock just like 
the women in the few x-rated videos I had seen.  I must 
have been doing a good job judging by his moans and 
facial expressions. I was able to get him off, and I 
was surprised at how much more spunk his cock produced 
compared to mine. I made every effort to swallow 
everything he had.

***

Afterwards we talked about what we had done, and he 
asked me if I wanted to do it again later. We then went 
swimming for a few hours before going back to bed. 
Again I climbed on top of him just like before. This 
time I lasted much longer despite still being very 
aroused by the whole situation. Finally he told me that 
his wife would be getting home soon. After he drove me 
back to my bike, he told me to come over again tomorrow 
anytime after 8:00am. He told me that his wife worked 
in the city and left every morning around 8:00am, 
arriving home around 6:00 pm. 

The next morning I rode my bike straight to his house 
around 9:00am. We then went straight to bed. However, 
this time he told me that he was going to do something 
different to me while on top of him. He began rubbing 
the underside of my cock with his middle finger using a 
circular motion. I simply loved the sensations this 
maneuver produced. I found that I couldn't really move 
against him while he did this. I had to simply lay 
still while he masturbated me in this fashion. However, 
I was still able to kiss and rub noses while he did 
this. 

What was so good about this maneuver was his ability to 
control my arousal. He told me to take deep breaths and 
to just let him rub me to orgasm.  Whenever I moved, he 
would stop. He could tell by my facial expressions and 
by my breathing when I was getting too close.  He 
taught me how me to fight off ejaculation by always 
breathing deeply in a slow deliberate fashion. He was 
absolutely right. With practice, I was eventually able 
to experience multiple orgasms without ejaculation. He 
lectured me constantly about resisting the urge to 
ejaculate. 

Sometimes I managed to hold off my ejaculation for up 
to 40 min, while experiencing countless orgasms. 
However, despite learning to last quite a while, he 
always seemed to get annoyed whenever I finally 
ejaculated. He always felt that I could have lasted 
longer. Of course many times he was absolutely right. I 
couldn't help it, I liked ejaculating. Sometimes after 
20, or so minutes, I was simply ready to experience 
that special feeling of ejaculation. Other times I just 
could stop ejaculation no matter how hard I tried. He 
mostly didn't like it when I told him I was going to 
end it by letting myself ejaculate.  

After a few days, he started asking me how I felt about 
anal sex. I had never done it, so I told him I didn't 
really know. It took him several more days before I 
finally allowed him to have anal sex with me. He 
assured me that he would be gentle and go very slowly.

I helped him rub Vaseline all over his cock. He then 
positioned me over some pillows and he initiated me 
doggy fashion. I remember feeling his hands on my hips, 
but he was having trouble getting in. I was very tight, 
and it took him quite a while to open me up.  However 
he going very slowly and he constantly asked if I was 
feeling any pain.  He told me that there might be a 
little pain, but if it ever got too much to let him 
know immediately. Then suddenly after several min, his 
cock just slipped right into me. We both gasped at the 
suddenness of his cock sliding almost completely in. 

He then proceeded to fuck me using a slow deliberate 
rhythm. There's wasn't any pain, and it felt very good. 
I could watch him thanks to a large mirrored closet 
opposite the bed. I saw by his facial expressions that 
it felt good inside me. He moaned quite a bit and it 
added to my arousal. He kept up his slow rhythm for 
several min before he finally lost control. He suddenly 
began humping faster and faster before he spasmed and 
laid completely on top of me. I could feel his hot cum 
squirting up inside me.

We had sex around 4 times a week during that summer.  
His wife's side of the bed was often still warm when I 
got into it, and I could often smell her scent in the 
room, which added to my arousal. I always rode on top 
of him, and he fucked me whenever I let him. I always 
gave him head, yet he hardly ever sucked me. 

Although he was probably being very selfish in bed, I 
really did enjoy riding on top of him, and I really 
enjoyed sucking him off.  After a while he began to get 
concerned about being caught. Also, every fall, he 
always took over the NYC store, and wouldn't be around 
anymore.

I started college, and we never got together again. I 
still relive our sexual relationship when masturbating. 

I hope you enjoyed my story. 

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