6 comments/ 110730 views/ 10 favorites My First Gay Experience By: jackdusty67 This was my first gay experience that could be called such. I had mutually wanked off with over boys in the past when learning about sex but never further than that. This happened in 1968 in London. I was eighteen, on my way home from leave in the Royal Navy which I had joined as a boy at 15. Having got to Charing Cross station I saw that I had missed my last train down to Kent. While looking at the timetables I was approached by this guy, I guess in his late 40's, who asked if I needed any help. I explained about the last train having gone etc and he mentioned a Navy past and asked if I fancied a late drink. In those days I was never one to refuse a drink! I thought we were going to a late bar but we turned down a side road neat the station and entered a house converted into flats. He reassured me I guess sensing my nervousness. Up in his flat the drink came out and we were soon chatting away. He asked about girlfriends, sexual experience (other than wanking = none!), although I probably didn't admit to that. Every time he offered a light for a cigarette his had rested further up on my thigh, again this didn't warn me of anything that might be about to happen. You have to remember I was so naïve and unworldly at the time. This guy wasn't the vision of a pouf, queer or whatever they were labelled at the time. He spoke normally and was not at all effeminate. By this time I was quite drunk although still aware. He asked me where I was going to stay for the night and I said on a bench at the station. He said not to do that and stay in the flat. Well it WAS a cold night and the couch looked comfortable. He pointed me in the direction of the bathroom and said to feel free to use the shower to freshen up from the journey. Showers were a novelty in those days so I jumped at the chance. While in the shower the curtain was pulled back and there he was with a towel in his hand telling me I had forgotten it. My hands immediately went to cover myself as I was always embarrassed about the size of my equipment. He apologised and said he would leave the towel. I finished and as I was drying he came in and said he was having one too. Off came his clothes and I couldn't help but look and he had to me what was an enormous cock. I think he saw me looking but never said. I dried off and went back into the lounge to wait for blankets. When he came in with his towel around his waist and asked why I was in there. I said waiting for a blanket for the couch. Use the bed he said I don't treat guests like that. The drink I suppose made me say OK. I asked for a pair of pj's to wear, don't use them he said I sleep naked. Well I died at that point, I couldn't do that. Since leaving school and joining the navy I had realised that I was under-endowed and always did my best to hide what I had. Not easy in the navy believe me! He must have seen the worry in my face. Come on he said we are all the same and suddenly whipped off my towel! I must have been as red as a beetroot, hands straight to my crotch to cover up. Off came his towel and he hopped into the bed. Come on he said I won't bite or look. He turned away and I slid in staying on my edge of the bed. You have to put yourself in my shoes at this time. There I was this naïve 17/18 year old virgin, worse for wear over alcohol, who wouldn't say boo to a goose lying naked next to another man. I was almost in a trance like a rabbit in headlights. He turned toward me and started chatting again. Asking things about my self consciousness and again about sexual experiences. In the end I said I had a small cock which I was embarrassed about, which was I suppose the reason for lack of sex. He said from what he saw of it the size looked ok. He said its cold in here so that shrinks things anyway, look at mine he said. He pulled back the cover on his side to reveal this flaccid cock lying on his thigh. Mines not even that size when hard I thought! He said just ignore your size and flaunt it and you will grow in confidence. There's only me here so why not make a start now he said. Bugger it I thought so I too pushed down the covers. Now he said just ignore the fact that it is showing and we can chat. So that's what we did for a while, again having a few more drinks and relaxing, the fact that he was still putting his hand on my thigh when giving me a light didn't register. I even got up for a wee, so walked away and toward him completely naked without a thought. Hope you dried it off he said otherwise there will be a wet patch and with that he wiped a tissue which appeared from nowhere across my cock. Why I didn't get up and run a mile I don't know, I just lay there and laughed. Anyway you must be bored so I will move on. Having chatted, drunk and smoked for a while I said I must sleep. I rolled with my back to him and settled down. Drifting off to sleep I felt him edge a little nearer to me. It is cold he said as he shuffled up close to me. I was fixed to the spot and just could not move. He slid his arm over me and pulled me tight to him. I could feel his still soft cock up against me right in my crack. His arm drifted down to my belly, his hand almost floating over my young soft skin. His hand passed on to my cock, just brushing it as it passed over it. Then he moved his hand back upward and it ran right over my cock lifting it upwards. To my horror I got an enormous (for me) erection. He must have felt me tense up as he said quietly to relax and enjoy. He continued to caress me running his hand up and down my belly brushing my dick and up on to my nipples. He then pulled me over on to my back and pushed the covers down to lay me out naked. I was still too scared, excited or whatever to move. I could feel my cock standing upright and waving around madly as the blood ran into it. The room was softly lit and I saw him looking down at me. All the time he was telling me how beautiful my body was, how smooth and soft it felt. He was reassuring me all the time, whispering compliments for me as he slowly continued to caress my body. It felt wonderful and yet I was repulsed by what was happening. Why I didn't go then I just don't know, he wasn't holding me against my will or anything and I certainly didn't feel threatened. Then I felt his tongue on my neck and he slowly moved down to my nipple. I couldn't help but give out a little moan as it felt soooooooooo good. Never before had I felt anything as good. He really worked on both nipples all the time still just brushing my cock as he caressed me with his hand. My nipples were so sensitive, they must have been sticking out miles, it felt so good I didn't want him to stop but he moved away from them and started down to my belly. His tongue was into my belly button and then out slowly circling in ever increasing circles until he was just above my cock. Then he stopped and came and lay alongside me and asked how I was feeling. I think I mumbled something like I was alright. Good he said and kissed me on the cheek, nibbled my ear and neck and then down past my chest and belly to my throbbing cock. His tongue darted up and down making it jerk about even more. I think I heard him give a little laugh about that. Then for the first time he took hold of it and pulled the foreskin right back to expose the head fully. His tongue went to work on the head and I could feel myself about to cum. He must have felt it too as he worked a lot faster with his tongue and then the flood was let loose. I think I nearly hit the ceiling with my spurts which just didn't stop. It was a painfully wonderful feeling which I have never experienced since. I was covered in cum as it hit earth again, my chest, belly and face, it was everywhere. Come on he said lets clean you up as he led me back into the shower. He showered off the cum and soaped me up. He worked around my nipples again and then down to my crotch. His soapy hands cleaned every piece of my cock and then under my balls and into my crack. He turned me around as he soaped up my backside working up and down the crack, just lingering each time around my hole. Relax he was saying all the time, just relax and enjoy. He asked me to bend over a little as he rinsed off the soap from my bum and I could feel his free hand pull my cheek aside as he rinsed. Out of the blue he said have you had a pooh recently, I shook my head No. You need to have a clean bum for the next bit so let me help you out a little. Before I knew it I had a jet of water shooting into me, hold it a bit Jack he said then pop over the loo and let it out. The water shot out along with...well no need to go there, I cleaned up and he ushered me back into the shower. He cleaned me again and this time he worked a finger just inside me but I was so tense that he stopped straight away. I dried off and followed him back to the bed. I was already getting semi erect (oh those were the days!!). We laid there a while smoking and having another drink. I was just so relaxed. Let me give you a treat he said. He got me to slide down the bed then turn over and get on all fours. Put your head down onto the bed he said and part your legs. I did so without question as I did I felt him pull my cheeks wide apart exposing my bum hole. Oh it is gorgeous he said, so pink and tight I love it. Then he buried his head into my arse and let his tongue go to work on my hole. God what a feeling, it was wonderful. I could feel my self pushing my arse further towards him, my bum hole must have been relaxing as I could feel his tongue inside me. No wonder he made sure I was clean. I just cannot describe how wonderful it felt just then and I have searched for that same feeling for the last 40 years. I must have been really groaning as he said shhh you'll wake the neighbours as he pulled his head away. I felt something really cold on my hole and tensed again. It's OK he said just something to ease things up a little. All this time he had continued to cup my balls and cock which was now ready to go again. He started a wonderful milking action on it for a while working back towards the rear. I felt some pressure on my hole and he spoke some reassuring words to relax me again then his finger was inside me. Only a little a first but enough to know it was there. Good boy he was saying all the time, that's a good boy. More of the finger was going in now and I was not ready for it and pulled up. Ok he said just relax for a while. As we lay together he chatted as he did and I was soon calm again. He took my hand and placed it on his cock which was now almost erect. Just do the same as you did with the boys at school he said. So I did. There I was actually wanking a naked man off in a bed, WHAT WAS I DOING. I was enjoying it I know that much and I loved watching it grow as I worked on it. He enjoyed it too as he moaned a lot, I even relaxed enough to rest my head on his belly to watch my hand working on him. He suggested that I get nearer but that wasn't going to happen at least not yet. Better stop now he said, I'm not as young as you and once it cums that's it for the night. We lay together again and he starts to caress me again the same as before. It was just as exciting, they way his hand almost accidentally brushed my cock made it even more so. This time he spread my legs and worked his had under my bum, slowly working around my hole, I felt more relaxed this time and his finger went in easily. That's good isn't it he asked. I could only nod. Good boy now just relax as his finger went further in. oh that felt good believe me. The discomfort had gone and made way for ecstasy. I couldn't keep my bum still; I pushed hard against his finger to drive it in deeper. Then it was out again and I was ready to beg him to do it again when he turned me over onto my front and got between my legs. To be honest at that moment he could have done anything to me and I wouldn't have cared but to his credit he didn't even try to fuck me. He lifted my arse up and laid his cock into my crack. You're not ready for this Jack he said and I don't want to spoil a great night. I think I was disappointed but only until he started with his tongue on my hole again. I was pushing back into him, spreading my legs as far as I could to expose it all for him. I could feel myself cum in my bum if you understand what I mean, almost like a female orgasm I guess. I collapsed forward with him on top. We rolled over and cuddled each other and I grabbed his cock and started to wank it for him. Please please lick it for me he said. I was in another world now and went down on him. He pulled one leg of mine over him and we were in the 69 position. I licked along his shaft and mimicked what he was doing earlier and now. I saw some pre cum and thought what the hell and licked it. Salty but ok. Then I took him into my mouth. Not too far but he was big and I had a mouthful believe me. He was working his magic on my cock with his mouth and his finger was working on my bum hole. I could feel my self starting to come again and went to pull away but he held me tight and sucked every drop that came out into his mouth. I was still working on his cock which was now throbbing and hot. I could feel something happening and pulled away slightly so I was looking at it rather that sucking. I still worked it with my hand and then it came, straight into my face, a creamy eruption which was all my own work. A towel sufficed to clean my face and we turned and looked at each other and sunk into a deep passionate kiss. I could taste my cum in his mouth as our tongues drove into each others mouth. We collapsed onto the bed, exhausted and satisfied. I must have fallen asleep almost immediately and woke up in the light next day with him cuddling me. This is the part I feel bad about. I jumped out of bed, suddenly aware of what had happened the night before. What had I done, how could I have been so stupid? All this was racing through my head. I could feel the dry cum on my face and in my eyebrows. I raced into the bathroom and scrubbed my face. Toilet paper cleaned any lingering lubricant from my arse. He asked if I was ok and to come back to bed. All I wanted to do was to get out of there as soon as I could. I quickly got dressed and almost ran out of the door to the station and went home to visit Mum. Why do I feel so bad about it? Because it was the most exciting sexual experience I have had in my life and I never said thank you to him. I have spent my life trying to re-create that night, a few have come close (which I will write about one day) but none have ever matched that night. I have never thought of myself as anything other than heterosexual and have been married for 30+ years have a wonderful wife and family and a good sex life but that night drives me to meet up with guys to find that perfection once again. I regret now in the cold light of day after many wanks thinking of that time not getting back into the bed in the morning because who knows what new pleasures that would have bought me. I hope you enjoyed this story. It is the true story of me, Jack when 18 having my first sexual experience back in the swinging 60's. Where was all the free love for me I wonder? My First Gay Experience We was down the Dog and Duck, Big Norman, Harley Charlie, that's the bloke with the 50cc Honda Moped and me and a few other lads drinking Stella and Strongbow like while we waited for a Lib Dem meeting in the back room to finish so we could meet up with Al and play pool. Their meeting dragged on like Lib Dem meetings always do, you know if we don't agree we does arm wresting or first double top or tosses a coin, but they just talk, 'Seek a consensus,' which is a serious waste of drinking time, anyway when Al turned up we could hardly stand up let alone see straight so he had half a bottle of cheap Vodka to catch up and we had the rest of the bottle mixed with with Ginger Ale and Britvic Orange, wow, after twelve pints or so that tasted so smooth that pretty soon we was floating about a foot above the ground. I remember Ifor Jones and Gary Segwyn joining us and then Desmond Plannette and Lionel Platt was there asking Al about Affordable Housing as he was about the only Lib Dem councillor as actually knew anyone what lived in a Council house. There must have been something wrong with the van because we got a lift home with Desmond in his BMW and stopped at his place for a black coffee to sober up. It all went fuzzy then, I remember saying, "Christ I need a kip," and Desmond said something about a spare room. I don't remember going upstairs or getting me kit off but I must have and there was these wonderful clean bed sheets and I fell asleep dreaming of that Pippa Middleton and Lyndsey Lohan. A great big fluffy cloud floated by with Ann Widdicome's head one end and John Sergeant's the other, that should have started alarm bells clanging but it never registered, and I was warm and safe like you are after twelve pints of Strongbow, lets face it you can be warm and safe lying in a gutter soaked to the skin after what we had had to drink but you know it was all right but it wasn't. There was something wrong, me brain started to work but the clutch wasn't working and I couldn't get it into gear, Grrrrr, it went as me brain gears grated or was it a warning buzzer buzzing deep in my brain. I gradually woke up, it was all grey, me head was banging and that, I couldn't figure where I was exactly and then there was someone else there and I was in bed like and I realised I had me kit off and I was stark bollock naked and there was a hand on me cock, stroking gently. Of course me cock stirred, stiffened, as a finger trailed under me balls, tickling, a hairy finger heading for my ass hole, my ass hole! I woke up really quick, as a rod of ice seemed like it shot down me back, and a wall of fear smacked me in the face.like a bucket of ice cold water. Smack! my arm lashed out automatically, and my fist smacked into something solid with a satisfying cracking sound. "Fucking hell!" It was a bloke's voice, an old bloke,"What's that for!" "For that!" I shouted, "What the fuck are you doing!" "You hit me!" he wailed. "You fucking groped me!" I pointed out, "What the fuck do you think I am? fucking queer or something?" "Well you're a Lib Dem aren't you?" he asked. "No I'm fucking BNP," I insisted, "Al's a Lib Dem not me." "Fuck!" he said, "Sorry," he said awkwardly, "It's lucky you missed my nose!" "Still fucking time," I said, "You better fuck off while you can still walk." "It's my bed!" he protested. "So," I says, "You can still fuck off, you can sleep in the fucking yard for all I care!" Fair play he slipped away and left me nursing a bruised fist and a hard on, I thought of Pippa Middleton's ass and then I didn't have a hard on but there was a big sticky patch in Desmond's bed and I went back to sleep. "Wake up!" the alarm bells was clanging again, the room was ablaze with blinding light as someone hit the light switch, I clenched me ass cheeks, but it was Al, "That cunt tried to bum me!" he said, "We got to get away!" "Join the fucking club," I said, "I twatted him." "So did I," Al agreed, "We better fuck off." "Right," I agreed, as I saw Al wearing a silk dressing gown, "Where's your kit?" "Where' yours?" he asked. I looked around, "Fuck knows," I said, "Shit!" Al opens a wardrobe, it must have been their dressing up room, fucking women's stuff in man's sizes. "We got to fuck off," Al says again. "Yeah," I agrees, "You thinking what I'm thinking?" "No fucking way!" Al replied but Lionel was downstairs. "Police please, I want to report an assault." There was a nice blue dress, knee length, the shoes was a bit tight and the two inch heels fucking awkward, and a womens coat what stunk of piss and had a £3 Oxfam label attached. "You know," Al says, "You could pass for me Grandma dressed like that, she been dead two years!" He found something, I ain't sure a Miniskirt and tight top was an idea but the red wellingtons was better than the two inch heels I was lumbered with and then he stuck a white doctors coat on and we fucked off. "Where do you think your," Lionel said before Al twatted him again and he went down like a sack of King Edwards. "Where the fuck's the van?" I asked as we stumbled into the street. The world was grey in the early morning light, soft rain hung in the morning mist mingled with smuts from the iron foundry, "Down the fucking pub!" Al says. "Where the fuck are we?" I asks. "Well the sun rises in the west," Al says like a pillock. "East," I says, "Where's the fucking railway?" "There," says Al, pointing, "Fuck we're fucking miles from our place!" "Can you run in those wellies?" I asked, "Because it will be fucking light soon and no way do I want any fucker seeing me dressed like this!" "Too right," Al says, "Come on!" and we legged it. We managed a hundred yards or so, "Me ankles!" I complained. "Me nuts are freezing!" Al complained, "How the fuck do birds manage?" "They don't have nuts?" I suggested. "Fucking clever dick," Al snorted, "Fancy thumbing a lift?" "Dressed like this?" I asked, "Get real!" I chucked the shoes in a bin and ran barefoot, for about twenty yards, it was fucking agony barefoot so I went and got the shoes again. "We just got to go for it Johnno," Al insisted, so off we went limping along like those Olympic walkers. It got worse as we went, more fuckers setting off for work, laughing at us, but the more they laughed the less me ankles hurt and the quicker I sobered up. It was full daylight when I got home, thank fuck mum and dad was a kip so I sneaked in with the emergency key from the shed and turned in. Poor old Al wasn't so lucky, he was supposed to meet Sandra when she finished working, she was working Arkwright street between Timothy Whites and Woolies, she's back on the game see since she been with Al, "I need the money," she said, needs a proper shagging more like, Al's a good mate but he ain't premier league when it comes to giving the ladies a portion. Anyway Sandra really lays into the poor sod and his mum gets up to see what's on and nearly has a heart attack when she sees Al in a tight red Miniskirt with his cock hanging out. I went round Al's when me head stopped banging around half past two and we went looking for the lads, Big Norman thought it was fucking hilarious but he agreed to come round Desmond's to sort the ponce out so we piled in the van and went round there. I knocked on the door, Desmond appeared, "That was quick," he said expecting someone else, "Oh I thought!" he said. "Thought wrong, where's our kit!" I demanded. "Is that the Police!" Lionel demanded. "No the fucking Angel of Death if I don't get me kit back," I says. "You and who's army?" Lionel says like we was kids again or something. "Mine!" Big Norman announces, "Any arguments?" "Front room," Desmond says, "In the Harrods bag," so I pushed past and there was me jacket and stuff all mixed up with Al's yuck, his shitty skid marked pants with my shirt. I checked me wallet, it seemed ok, and handed Al his jacket to check, "You want them taught a lesson Johnno?" Big Norman asks. "No, plods on its way," I said, "Best fuck off." Al gunned the motor and we swerved past Desmond's BMW missing it by inches, "Shit that was close," I said. "Yeah!" Al agreed and hit the brakes, he smashed it into reverse and tried again, wallop! he clouted the side of the BMW with the front of the van, "Better?" he grinned. "You dented the fucking van!" I exclaimed. "Getting another," he said, "Failed the MOT," he said, "Months ago, rust and dodgy brakes." "Fuck!" I said wishing I had walked. "Still she been a good old girl," he said, "Reliable." "Fucking rely on it to break down," I said. "What you getting Al?" Norman asked. "Another Tranny," Al said, "Long wheelbase so I can get a decent mattress in." he added. "Fucks sake Al," I said, "Don't mention Trannies after this morning!" We had a fucking good laugh about that and went down the Flying Horse for a few bevvies. Word had got round, "What's this about a new Tranny Al?" Tasha the barmaid asked. "I'm getting a new van," he said. "Really?" Tasha said as she brought our drinks over and bent down to show her 38 DD cleavage, "Sandra said she wanted you to give her one in that red miniskirt but you wouldn't!" "Behave!" Al insisted. "I would have," I says, Tasha was a real knockout, not film star material, but Pippa Middleton's ass, Katie Price's knockers and Ann Widdicomb's face, and you don't look at the face do you? "Would you Johnno," she says, "Well you come in here with a red miniskirt on and nothing else and you can screw me on the pool table." "No ta," I said, "It's rough enough already, slopes one way as it is." "He's gone queer," she confided and she wandered away which pissed me off as I hated bints playing hard to get. We had a bit of a think, "Fucking queers need straightening out," 'Chalky' Blackburn announced suddenly. "What's that Chalky?" I asked. "Fucking tarts on the NHS for queers," Chalky said, "You ought to say about that at Council Johnno." "What?" I asked. "Make them screw tarts till they're cured," Al translated from complete bollocks to Al speak, "Sounds like a plan." "On the NHS?" I asked. "No get Sandra to do it," Al explained, "She complains she gets cold waiting for punters outside Timothy Whites and that." Old Sinbad comes over, I never knew his proper name, his lot had the corner shop up Hebden Road, "How you going to do that?" he asks, "There are not enough prostitutes for everyone anyway." "Put some of your lot on the game?" Chalky said. "All right behave," I said before Sinbad could smack him, "How about it Al, how about a bit of forced fucking?" "You can't make them fuck women?" Al said, "Can you?" "Up the ass with a strap on for a kick off," I suggested. "Fucking right," Al said, "Here Sandra ordered this huge fucking strap on from Amsterdam, got her inches and meters fucked up, fucking huge it is!" "Tonight?" I asked. "Fucking Band's playing at St Giles," Al apologised, "Sorry." "Tomorrow then?" I asked. "Footie on the box," we settled on Thursday. Thursday came and we met up after Band practice around ten, Me, Al, Sandra, Harley Charlie and Big Norman, Chalky and Sinbad bottled it but we had enough. Al brought the van round, christ you should have seen it, like something out of the eighties, wide arches on a van? a Ford Transit, V6 engine, petrol, two gallons to the mile and four to a pint of oil. "Where did you get this crap heap from?" I asked. "Ebay," he said, "It's a classic, look I got a king size mattress inside." He had but it was bent up at the sides but there was a seat in the back, one if them wood ones from a garden centre screwed down with wood screws. We piled in, Norman in front on account of his size, the rest of us in the back, but at least the seat faced backwards, so we wasn't going to fly off when we crashed. "You got the tools?" I asked. "Sledge hammer, and you got the drill?" Al replied. "Strap on?" I asked and Sandra pointed to the oversize handbag she was carrying and giggled. "Right wagins roll!" I shouted and they looked at me like I was an idiot. Al set off carefully till we was past the speedbumps and then nailed it we must have been hitting twenty nine miles an hour at times with that stupid V6 engine howling like a boiled Chihuahua we only got fifty yards before the plod gave us a tug. "Oh," Pc Tony Mulholland said, "It's you." "Yeah, got a new one," Al said, "Classic V6 petrol, goes like a bomb!" "Boom," we all said together. "Tax," he asked, "Insurance." "In the post, and can't afford it," Al admits. "License," Tony asks. "He hasn't got a dog!" I added. "Rumour has it you're straightening out queers now," Tony says. "Yep, that's where we're off now," I says. "Go compare," says Tony, "they does some good deals on classic insurance, or Lancaster Insurance," he says, "Anyway were keeping an eye on you all right?" "Right," we agrees, and Al does a racing start like Lewis Hamilton except we got four wheels on not three and he only nearly stalls it, "Yee Ha!" Al laughs and he keeps the throttle floored and winds the old wreck up through the gears, actually it didn't go too badly if I'm honest, but maybe hammering along at seventy in a thirty limit with a Police car following behind wasn't the best way to look for a house in the dark but we found Desmond's place eventually after a few false starts, the mangled BMW sort of gave it away so we parked up and I banged on the door. "Oi Desmond," I shouted, "Get your bent ass down here!" The window above the doorway opened, "Go away!" he hissed, "I have company." "You got bloke up there?" I asked. "Yes, go away," he whispered in a stage whisper. "Well too fucking bad!" I replied, "You opening the door or are we fucking kicking it in?" "No, go away!" he hissed, "You'll wake the neighbours." Some hopes, most of them was looking out their windows and doors already to see what the row was. "Ugh, what is it," a sleepy male voice groaned, "Desmond?" "BNP anti gay squad Lionel," Desmond chuckled, "Nothing to worry about." I gave the cordless drill a bit of a rev up, "You coming down or we coming up?" I asked. "Don't be ridiculous!" he sneered. "You're fucking ridiculous!" I told him, "Give the door a tap Al!" "Johnno, I'm getting cold," Sandra wails. "Oh give it a rest," I said, "I told you to wear something under that mini skirt!". "You drilling the lock Johnno or am I smashing the fucker down?" Al says. "What you reckon Dessie?" I asks, "Lock fucking drilled out or sledge hammer?" "I'll call the police!" Desmond threatened. "Evening all," PC Tony Mulholland greeted him from the shadows, "Better make it quick only we're on our break." "We have to have half an hour break, health and safety," Sergeant Fforbes agreed, "So get on with it Allthwaite, pull your finger out lad." "Black and Decker," I tells Al but fucking Desmond is wailing at us. "All right,"Desmond agrees, "I'll let you in, just a minute, don't do anything stupid!" He went away from the window and pretty soon the downstairs light was on and he was unlocking the door. "What do you Ugh!" he said as I pushed past. "Show him Sandra," I said. "What?" she asked. "Yer cunt you daft cow," Al says, "And that strap on." "What!" Desmond gasped wide eyed ad Sandra pulled up her skirt to show her rather stubbly and well fucked pubes. "It's what's called a woman and it's designed to be fucked by a bloke," I said pointedly, "Not like a bloke what was designed for fucking women and that what with it having a cock and that." "Dear god preserve is from you Philistines!" Desmond pleaded. "Button it!" I said and gave the drill a rev again, "Now Sandra said she'll give you fucking lessons at a ton a throw," I said, "Each." "Now hang on!" Desmond pleaded. "Fuck you," I said, "You tried to fucking rape me," I added, "You're fucking dangerous you cunt, you needs sorting out." "It was a mis-understanding," Desmond said, "I thought you were Lib Dem!" "We're not all fucking bent!" Al said. "Well you're the only one as I know what isn't!" I reminded him. "What about Prescott!" Al countered. "He's Labour," I replied, "Lets straighten this cunt out and worry who's fucking bent some other time." "Do you want a fuck or not?" Sandra asked slightly drunkenly, although she only had four two litre bottles of Tesco value brand Cider all night.while Me and Al had stuck to the Stella version called 'Cidre.' The French never was no good at spelling. "No ta," Al said. "Not you, that cunt," I said motioning towards Desmond. "What's going on!" Lionel asks as he comes down stairs, maybe the corset and black stockings wasn't too bright as a wardrobe choice as his prick was making a tent pole for his tiny white panties. "Shit Johnno he's a fucking Tee Vee," Al exclaimed. "We knew that," I reminded him, "See who wears the trousers," I said motioning at Desmond who wore striped pyjamas and whose cock had just hove into view through his flies at half mast as Lionel appeared. "No way am I sucking that!" Sandra said as she peered at Desmond's cock which was still smeared with brown around the root from their last session. "Go home!" Lionel demanded and he strode up to me, "Go home you Neanderthal!" he said in my face so I decked him, smack, upper cut to the chin and down in one. "Lionel!" Desmond screamed, "Is he all right, don't just leave him there," he whined. "No," Al agreed, "Better chuck him out with the trash!" "Too right," I agreed. "Ung!" Lionel says, "What happened?" "Upper cut," I said, "Stay down keep stum!" "You want to fuck or not?" Sandra says. "No!" Desmond says, "I don't want to!" "His gob says no but his cock says yes," Sandra said, "Look at that fucking hard he's got on." "Rather not if you don't mind," I replied "It's got a tide mark," Sandra says, "Filthy bugger!" "So rubber him up you daft cow," I suggested all friendly like. "Oh," she said, "I suppose." "Go on then," I said, "Up the wooden stairs to Bedfordshire!" Desmond looked at me and looked at Al as he stood there with the sledge hammer, "Look lets just talk about this." he says. "Look," I says, "We're doing you a big favour Dessie." "He's fucking paying or I ain't doing it!" Sandra insisted. "Of course he's fucking paying," Al insisted. Desmond sets off up the stairs and Sandra follows, I motioned to Al and we went through to the kitchen and Al lit up a smoke; "Johnno," Sandra shouts after a bit, "He says he don't fancy me and says he'll pay twenty quid if we fuck off." Al sets off out the door and I followed him up the stairs and along to Dessie's bedroom, Sandra sat on the bed with her skirt round her waist slowly wanking herself with four fingers of her left hand jammed up inside her stubbly cunt. Desmond stared at her, his cock tent-poling his pyjamas, as his resolve crumbled and his curiosity took over. "For gods sake rubber up and give her one," I says, "Or we'll be here all night." "Look," he says, "Please!" and Sandra stands up and pulls her top off and unhooks her bra and lets it flop on the floor. "You want to suck my titties?" she asks. "No!" Desmond says but his cock says yes and Sandra walks across to him and grabs his cock in her hand, "No please!" he says. "Lets stick a rubber on and then we can do something really nice," Sandra says and she takes a Durex and expertly rolls it on his cock as it pokes from his Pyjamas and then she unties the cord and lets the PJ trousers fall to the ground. "You know you want to," she husks and she lays back on the bed and drags Desmond after her by his cock. "No!" he says but Sandra has guided his cock between her pussy lips and in a moment of madness, or so Desmond tried to claim later, Desmond shoved his cock deep inside her. My First Gay Experience "Oohh," Sandra cooed, "I don't suppose you've had it for ages." "It's all slippery I 'spose," said Al thoughtfully as Desmond started to hump Sandra energetically, "Not like an ass hole." Suddenly there was an almost feminine shriek, "Desmond!" Lionel protested, "What are you doing!" "It's called fucking," I said, "Making love not forcing your prick up some bloke's shit pipe." "They, ugh, made, ugh, me!" Desmond explained, "Oh god." "For fucks sake he's cumming already Al," Sandra protested, "You promised me decent fuck!" "Half time," I said, "His lot change ends at half time," I explained and added, "Have you got the strap on Sandra." "Fucking hell!" Sandra protested, "Half a dozen pokes and he's bloody cum!" "So poke him with this big boy!" Al suggested and chucked Sandra's bag containing her strap on on the bed. Sandra fished the Strap on out, and Desmond's eyes were wide with fear and excitement, the strap on had a cock about 100mm diameter and about a foot long. "Look please, I'll pay!" Desmond cried. "Yes, you sure will after Sandra fucks your ass," Al reminded him, "You got some lube?" "Use soap!" I said. "No it burns!" Desmond says. "Engine oil, shoe polish, who cares?" I added "Idiot!" Desmond wails, "There's Vaseline in the bathroom!" "Desmond!" Lionel protests, "How could you!" and he spots the strap on and there's this greedy look in his eye. "Do you want it up your ass?" Sandra asks, "You do, don't you you naughty boy!" "No, no, leave me alone, it's too big!" Lionel protested. "Here you are," Al says and chucks the pot of Vaseline on the bed. "Ooh look," Sandra says as she flips the top off and hands it to Lionel, "Go on then," she says. "No!" Lionel says. "Take it dry then," I says. "No no," he says and he starts sticking his fingers in the pot and smearing it around the strap on's cock. "Ready?" Sandra says. "No!" Lionel says. "Fancy a beer?" Al says, "I can't watch." "No," I agreed, "Beer sounds good, Flying Horse?" "No, cool box in the van," he said. We went down and there was a couple of tins of Lidle own brand beer, tastes like cats piss, not that I drink cats piss but its like you expect cats piss to taste. "Agggghh," we heard someone shout. Tony taps the window, "Better get inside see what's on," he says. "Right," I says. "Agghhhhh!" he wails again and we legs it up the stairs. "Fucking hell!" I shouted, there was Lionel in his stockings and suspenders kneeling and bending over the end of the bed with a huge black strap on cock shoved in his ass hole and stretching his ring beyond all reason, but that's not the best bit, on the end of the strap on was Sandra strapped up and behind Sandra was Desmond, it took a moment but suddenly I realised that not only was he groping Sandra's tits but he had his cock up her ass as well and both were forcing the huge black plastic cock up Lionel's ass. "Agggghhhh," Lionel screamed and as we watched the whole fucking monster sank deep into Lionel's ass, "Ugggghhhhh." "Poor bastard!" I commented. "He's just cum you prat, he's fucking loving it!" Al said and I looked and there was all this grey cum glistening on the bed. "Yuck!" I said, and I shivered, "You sure this was a good idea?" I asked. "Don't know," Al replied "How else would Sandra make two hundred quid for an hour's work?" I nodded, "Seen enough?" I asked. "Far too much!" Al laughed, "When you're ready Sandra, we'll be in the van." I ain't saying we cured them but Sandra had a regular booking round their place for weeks after that, and that was my first Gay experience, and last if I has anything to do with it. My First Gay Experience This is a true experience that happened to me a few years ago. I had just turned 50, and had been happily married for over 20 years. (Okay, there had been a few escort girls along the way, but mine was a stable marriage.) I suppose the word average pretty much sums me up: white, average height, average build, average looks, with a circumcised cock around 6 inches when erect. In the city where I worked there was a gay sauna. It was just off one of the main roads into the city, discreetly located down a private driveway behind a row of shops, looking for all the world like a small factory. Every morning I would pass it on my way to and from work, and once I became aware of it I started to become fascinated by the idea of it. In all honesty I couldn't have told you why: I wasn't sexually attracted by men, and I was sure I wasn't gay; but it just felt like that was an area of life experience that had been closed off to me, and I started to wonder what it would feel like to hold another man's cock, or to suck one, or to feel one inside me. Anyway, one day my wife had to go away on an overnight business trip and I visited the club. It wasn't really a conscious decision on my part, just that evening after work I turned down the driveway instead of passing it. On entering the front door I found myself in a tiny room, not much larger than a phone booth, with a service window in front of me. A guy appeared there and I paid a modest entry fee; he gave me a towel and pointed me through a door opposite. There I found an open plan changing area, devoid of other people, and lockers. Operating more or less on auto-pilot, I stripped, put the rubber band attached to the locker key around my wrist, showered and, towel around my waist, passed through a full length beaded curtain hanging from an open doorway. I'm not sure what I expected inside: naked nubile young men slouching against the walls, eyeing up the clientele and suggestively playing with themselves? Of course it was nothing like that. To one side there was a small bar, serving complimentary orange juice, where a couple of naked men were sitting, to the other side an empty jacuzzi. Most of the guys in there were middle aged or older and looked like the sort of people you might see behind the counter in a bank, or working as solicitors; married men playing away, like me. Beyond the bar were a couple of sauna cabinets, and I entered one. There were already two blokes in there, one around 60, the other in his 30s. They completely ignored me as they gazed into each other's eyes and wanked each other. I stayed a few minutes, enjoying the heat and developing a light sheen of sweat, then decided to explore further. There wasn't much else on the ground floor, so I went upstairs. The rooms there consisted of a massage room, complete with fully dressed male masseur; a video lounge with black leather furniture; and perhaps ten cubicles, each with a wooden platform supporting a thin mattress covered by a sheet, a TV showing a feed from the video, a box of tissues and small wicker baskets containing condoms and small sachets of lubricant. Three or four of the doors were bolted closed. I went into the video lounge, where there were four or five men arranged on the sofas and chairs, each n their own, some with their towels around them, some naked. Only one looked out of the ordinary: a huge black guy with really dark mahogany skin. There isn't a big African American community in the city so his presence was a bit of a surprise. I reckoned he must have been six feet four tall, with a big barrel chest, stippled with tufts of hair -- my first thought on seeing his physique was 'Cuban discus thrower'! He had close cropped hair, a handsome face with a little pencil moustache and a seven o'clock shadow. The large TV screen featured films of mostly young men sucking and fucking each other. To be honest it did nothing for me, but that didn't seem to be true of my companions, most of whom were playing with themselves as they watched it. That was certainly true of the black guy, whose enormous cock - guessed maybe nine inches, and quite thick with it -- was semi-erect as he stroked his balls with the fingertips of one hand. He noticed me looking and for a moment our eyes met. He looked away but when I glanced in his direction again he was looking at me, and locked eyes with me for a good five seconds. Then he slowly rose to his feet and walked towards the exit door. To get there he had to pass behind the sofa I was sitting on, and as he did he lightly ran the knuckles of one hand across my shoulder blades. Guessing he wanted me to follow him I gave it a few seconds and entered the corridor. There was no sign of him, but I found him in the third cubicle I looked in, lying on his back on the bed, resting his weight on his elbows, feet together and knees wide apart, displaying his wares. I noticed that his skin was rather lighter in colour around his genitalia and arse, presumably usually covered in the sun by shorts or whatever. The TV in the room as off and it was completely silent. I stood in the doorway and with a flick of his head he invited me to enter. My heart thumping nervously, I did so, closed and bolted the door behind me and turned to face him. Only half an hour after entering the club, for the first time in my life I was in a locked room with another naked man, and a physically intimidating one at that. Not sure how to proceed, I sat on the bed and, reaching out a hand, touched him somewhere neutral, his shin. He grinned and stood. His long cock was inches from my face; he inclined his hips forwards and, in what I thought was an American accent, growled "Suck it." I swallowed nervously, reached my hands around him and took hold of his firm buttocks, and closed my lips over the tip of his cock. I began to slide my mouth up and down his cock, and he joined in the rhythm, easing his hips gently back and forward. It felt very warm in my mouth the tip soft and rubbery, the rest of his length like an iron bar wrapped in warm silk. As I sucked him, and stroked my tongue along his length, he put a hand behind my head and pulled me onto him, whispering things like "Oh yeah baby, good, that's it." I cupped my hand around his balls and started to softly squeeze them, and in response he began to tousle my hair with the hand holding my head. I just began to worry about him cumming in my mouth when he withdrew and finished himself of with his hand, shooting a stream of hot jizz onto my chest. As he grabbed a couple of tissues and dried my chest I wondered where we went from there, but my partner knew exactly what he wanted. He climbed onto the bed and arranged me on my back then squatted down between my legs. My cock was quite stiff, and I gasped with anticipation as he sucked me into his mouth. His little moustache felt odd bristling against my skin, but the blow job he gave me was as good as any I've ever had from a woman. He sank his mouth right down my shaft and even extended his tongue to lick my balls. As he sucked me he massaged the base of my cock between thumb and forefinger, and I lay back panting and groaning with pleasure. When I gasped "I'm cumming" he released my cock and finished me off with his hand, pumping an enormous fist up and down me. I couldn't believe how turned on I felt by the situation, and I think that orgasm was as explosive as any I've ever enjoyed. As I subsided and recovered my breath my lover lay alongside me on the bed and, to my surprise, took me in his arms and kissed me hard on the lips. It seemed entirely natural to me to respond and I slipped my arms around his neck and we snogged with closed lips for several minutes; I enjoyed the feel of his facial hair scratching against my own face. Then he reached across me to the shelf by the bed and plucked up a condom and a pack of lube. He turned me onto my belly and started to smear the lube liberally around my anal cavity. To be honest I wasn't entirely sure I was up for this, not on my first time with another man, but he didn't exactly give me much say in the matter! I assumed he would want to take me in doggy position, but he surprised me, turning me onto my back and getting me to raise my legs and hold them up with my hands behind my knees. Then he rolled the condom onto his very stiff cock and shuffled his knees under my bum, the tip of his prick pushing at my bumhole. He pressed forwards and it began to enter me. I was glad he took it slowly at first, because initially it hurt like hell. I gasped "Jesus!", at which he gave a rumbling chuckle and began to see-saw back and forth, going a little deeper inside me with each forward thrust. It wasn't unpleasant, and I actually started to enjoy the feeling of his big cock inside me as my bumhole expanded to accommodate it. I really didn't think I'd be able to take his full length, but after a minute or so I felt his crinkly pubic hair prickling against my scrotum and perineum and realised he was deep inside me. He gradually increased the power of this thrusts, grunting with each forward motion, and as he speeded up I found I was panting again, my own cock stiffening in response to this big man fucking me. When he came he gave a final huge thrust which felt exquisitely painful in my arse, and I actually felt the warmth of his semen swelling the condom. We stayed like that for a few minutes, his cock still inside me, one of my arms over my closed eyes as my chest shuddered with my ragged breathing. Then I felt him withdraw, he affectionately squeezed my balls, and a moment later I heard the bolt being pulled back and the door close behind him. As I said, that was five years ago. I still don't consider myself gay, but I have been back to the club at least a dozen times since then. I've never seen my big black lover there again, but I've always managed to pull and I've had some great sex and thoroughly expanded my horizons. My First Gay Experience This story is short and to the point, mainly because it's true. I want the reader to know that this is a true story about my first, and only gay experience. Enjoy. --------------------------------------------------------------- I'm a happily married man. I love my wife. I love my life. Yet, there's always been this itch in the back of my mind to try something else. See, my wife and I have a very diverse sex life. About a year ago, we bought a strap-on for her. There's no feeling like being taken by your wife. My legs are tossed up, crossed behind her back. Her big tits bouncing in my face as I get fucked. I'll write stories about that sometime... But this story is about where it took me. One weekend, she was away visiting family. I was sitting watching baseball and drinking my favorite bourbon when I decided I was going to see if I could take this fantasy a step further. I got onto a local personal ad site and posted "married guy looking for fun." I was looking for another, younger guy to come over and we play. Oh, the anticipation... I was laying there naked on my couch. I was stroking my average length, thick cock. I'm in my late 20's, 5'11" and around 220lbs of mostly muscle. I'm a stocky guy. My brown hair gives way to a red beard. My chest is very hairy. My pubic hair is bright red. At this moment, my 6" cock is hard as a rock, and wide enough that my hand can barely make it all the way around. It took about 30 minutes, but I finally got a hit by a guy who was ready to come over right then. I gave him the address and he got in the car right then. My heart was pounding. I poured another double of whiskey and tossed it back. I figured I'd need the liquid courage soon. About 15 minutes later, there was a knock on my door. I opened it to find a guy in his late teens or early twenties. He looked part hispanic. Man, did he have a hard body, though. About my height and probably about 40 lbs lighter, even for a (mostly) straight guy like me, he was hot. He looked down at my already rock hard cock and smiled. He was wearing tight jeans and a white t-shirt. We went back to my bedroom. I took his shirt off. It wasn't a disappointment. Though he was in no way muscular, his abs were tight. His olive colored skin surrounded his dark nipples. The left nipple had a small ring in it. I couldn't help myself. I took the nipple with the ring on it into my mouth. Sucking gently, I caressed his body. My hands found their way to his crotch. Here was one of those moments I was so excited. I could feel his cock through his pants and it was such a turn on. I'd never touched another one but my own before. He was laying back on the bed, with his arms up over his head. We were positioned at the foot of the bed with me over the top of him. He had his eyes closed and was just enjoying the sensations. I couldn't hold back. I opened his fly and worked his jeans down. Underneath, he was wearing blue boxer-briefs with a gray waistband. Now, my mouth was watering. These tight underwear didn't leave much to my imagination. His cock was hardening, and I could tell it was long. I placed my fingers inside the waistband of his underwear, and slowly worked them down. He groaned as his cock sprang free. He was clean shaved. His whole package was a little darker than the rest of his body. He had nice sized balls that my hand found instantly... evoking another moan from him. It was his cock that excited me. If I could pick one for a first time, it would have been this one. It was over 7 inches long, but not very wide. It made it look longer. With what I had on my mind, I was scared of a real wide cock. This one was perfect. I found out quickly what else a long, thin cock gives you. It makes it easy to deep throat. By this point, with the amount of alcohol in my veins and how far we've gone, I didn't take much time to take the whole 7 inches into my mouth. I sucked him for 3 or so minutes. Though he started off just semi-hard, by the time I was done he was solid as a rock. How was my first time sucking cock? I liked it, yet I needed more. I felt that cock in my mouth, and knew I wanted it in my ass. I couldn't wait any more. I stood up and went to the drawer by the bed. From the drawer, I pulled a condom and some lube. I tossed them next to the hard-bodied guy on my bed. I smiled and just bent over the end of the bed... and waited. I closed my eyes in anticipation. I felt him get up. A shock went through my body as I felt his hand caress it. I heard the soft rip of the condom package open, the tight rippling sound of him putting it on, and shortly after the squirting sound of the lube being applied. My breath was short... I wanted it. I felt him press his cock up against my ass. While I did what I could to relax the opening, it still hurt so much going in. He slid it in slowly, pressing my hips against the end of the bed. I did what I could to not give away the pain, but it hurt. He started humping me, and it went from pain to extreme pleasure. He screwed me like this for a minute or two. Then he pulled out and asked me to get on my back. I laid down on the end of the bed, picked my legs up, and held them up close to my chest with my hands. This time, as he entered, I knew this was a MUCH better position. He slid in much easier, and the pain was much less. Not to mention, I could look at his chest and body as he fucked me. This time, he didn't hold back. He fucked me hard. We did it so long that I had lost my hard-on: the pleasure in my ass the only thing that mattered. Then he reached down and started stroking me while he was fucking my ass. I'll say this. I've had many different sexual experiences in my marriage, but that short time while he was fucking me and stroking me had to be the most amazing feeling I've ever felt. I wanted it to last, but my ass was getting worn out quick. I asked him to pull out. He did and laid down on the bed. Now, I got to experience my last fantasy for the night. I pulled the condom off of him, got more lube out of the bottle, and started stroking him. The fantasy of feeling a hard cock in my hand wasn't disappointed. It was great, especially with his length. My hand had lots of room to travel and enjoy every inch of his hard cock. He whispered lightly, breathily: "I'm about to cum." I didn't change my stroke at all, but just waited until he got there. His cum poured out of his cock, spreading all over my hand and down his balls. As he was finishing, he reached out and grabbed my dick. While he laid there, breathing deeply he stroked me. Though he was losing his erection quickly, he stroked. A minute or two later, I came on his chest. After all this anticipation, it was a big one. It shot all the way across his chest for the first two shots, then a ran and deposited quite a bit under my cock. He quickly got dressed and left. I never learned his name, and didn't want to know it. The whole experience was amazing. I had fulfilled what I wanted. I'll probably never be with another guy again. I'm self-aware enough to know that I really am not attracted to guys. I just wanted to experience it. It was worth it. I'll carry that memory forever.