Literotica first time gay
Tasting a Man for the First Time
I slip his boxers down and off and kneel down in between his legs dangling off the front of the couch. His semi hard cock was already a bit larger than mine. "I've never done this before." I murmured. "Its ok." he said. I lean closer to his shaft, tilt my leader and slowly place a kiss on the sensitive area under his crown. I move my head down to the base of his cock and place my tongue at the bottom, slowly sliding all the way up his shaft and pausing at the tip, looking him in the eyes. "I just desire to play around a while and experiment if that's ok..."
Before he can respond I gently envelope his chief with my lips, slowly pulling him into my mouth with my tongue leading the way. He tilts his head back and lets out a deep breath. I take more and more of his cock into my mouth as tediously as I can, working up saliva between my tongue and his shaft. I only receive about half way down on his rod when his head makes contact with the advocate of my throat. My lips sealed, I hold him in my mouth, tasting his warmth. For the first time in my life, a man's thick cock is heating my tongue and lips. I can feel his hot tip pointing down my throat, his heartbeat is p
Backseat Introduction
I can't trust this is happening.
So I'm going to write this story as it happens because it's happening to me RIGHT NOW and I'm freaking the fuck out and it's helping me to pretend I'm working on my device because holy mother fucking holy shit balls.
I'm on a cross-County road trip with my 22-year-old college girlfriend Kelly, and her family. We're traveling in their three row Honda Pilot as we transport some of the family's artwork to a fairly well established gallery in Chicago where my girlfriend's dad is having some of his work featured this upcoming weekend. Currently, I'm sitting in the very assist row next to him. I had started the trip next to my girlfriend but after two driving legs, it was her turn to control and her mom was already asleep in the front passenger seat, so her dad just climbed back with me to build things easier.
When he'd first gotten into the backseat with me, we'd both realized the issue, the back bench seat wasn't that long and both of us wanted to stretch our legs out and get some shuteye.
We both had the various pillows and blankets that been brought along for the long pilot east, and soon we seemed to figure out something that worked,
My First Gay Experience
The following story contains elements of non-consent, (male) homosexuality, abuse and other connected kinks. It is based on a true (positive) experience. It is meant as entertainment. It is not in any way a social commentary, political remark or a statement in general against anyone or any community. It is meant for people to enjoy. If you own issues with such kinks, please do not read.
"Man, don't accept we are doing this, you know?" I tell my room mate as he hands over the joint. He smiles at this, letting me know he feels the same way. You see we are both 19 and are going to institution as well as working complete time. Because of this, you don't get a lot of free time. But somehow tonight we are both off and at the same time.
My roommate is named Bo, and we've been friends since high institution. We've always clicked together in a unique way and include been through a lot of stuff. I mean, I was the first one he told when he came out, not that it changed anything. I had a feeling he liked guys for a long day, but didn't want to take it up to be tactful. I mean, in the conclude, he doesn't say anything about me liking girls so why should I say anything about him likin
Spring Break Boys
I was such an idiot.
I knew that's where this night was probably going to go.
Why had I said yes when he gave me the big, chalky ecstasy pill?
Probably because he was my best friend.
His identify was Trevor and we'd been inseparable since he'd moved to my cul-de-sac my 7th grade year.
Trevor Matthews and Ryan Turrell, yearbook class clowns for life.
And he always had a way of making me party harder. If my brain was asking me to make responsible decisions, he was the constant devil selling me on various forbidden fruits I'd yet to try.
But I also knew he was bisexual.
This made things more complicated.
He had told me in our junior year of high university and I had been super proud of him for being so confident in who he was, but that had just never interested me, even though there had been numerous instances where he'd made half-moves on me that could've been shrugged off as whatever substances we were on. He was my first acquaintance I ever got stoned with regularly with and we got each other drunk for the first time together growing up too. And now here we were in our freshman year of college and we ended up on the same spring break trip together.
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