My First M2m Experience

The following story is 100% true and was the beginning of my adventures...

I guess it all really started when I was 18 and a senior in high school - some friends and I came across a duffle bag in an alley that was filled with porn magazines (this was pre-internet). In the bag were both straight and gay porn mags of which my friends and I went through.

We laughed and made fun of the gay ones first and spent some time leafing through the straight ones, but some of the images on the cover of the gay magazine stuck in my mind as we looked at the others. Then someone picked up the gay magazine and actually started going through it, claiming to want to see "what's this shit all about." Now, as I'm older, I guess he was a bit curious too. Once we started going through it (yes, all of us crowded around) I started to get really excited.

As it was with magazines back then, there were little story lines - one that I can still see in my head to this day was of 3 mid-20's really fit tan guys on a back dirt road on the ground next to, and in the bed of a pickup truck. They were doing everything from kissing, to blowing each other all the way to anal. I was REALLY into it and wanted to keep looking but couldn't express my excitement.

The one scene that is still a memory-burn for me is that with 2 of the men frotting each other. They were lying in the bed of the pickup truck; legs wrapped each other's bodies with one guy holding both of their cocks together in one hand seemingly stroking them up and down. So hot! That, to me, was such a major turn-on, I knew I wanted to see more but had to keep up the appearance that I didn't care. On top of that, I had a growing erection that I couldn't get to go down. I did my best to conceal it and no one seemed to notice.

We ended up just leaving the bag and went back to doing whatever it was we were doing. No one bothered to take any of the magazines with them for whatever reason. When we finally split up, I immediately went to home to jerk off. I closed my eyes picturing the 2 guys frotting wanting to be the one both holding the cocks, and having the other guy holding our cocks together until I exploded with, what had to be, the biggest load I've ever blown up until that point. I returned the next day to get the magazine but the bag was gone. This was a scene I played over and over in my mind, jerking off and cumming hard to on a regular basis.

As I got to college, I became a real player hooking up with several different women and many repeats as I loved to drink, get blown and get laid. I was 6' tall and about 180lbs of pretty well defined muscle. As it was in college in the 90's, there were always plenty of porn magazines lying around. I'd take them to the bathroom and jerk off to the women very regularly until I noticed that in the back of most of the magazines were ads for phone sex and various types of escorts. Included were gay advertisements that had small, but vivid images of guys either blowing each other, kissing and even doing anal.

When alone, I found myself immediately going to these back pages and finishing myself off to the gay images instead of the straight scenes or naked women. I also noticed that when I was looking at straight scenes, I was mostly drawn to the blowjob scenes and focusing more and more on the thick, hard cocks. I would jump from imagining I was getting blown to the one doing the sucking.

As I kept hooking up with girls, but also kept fantasizing about gay sex scenes, I figured it was just a phase and would never actually act on it. I couldn't even imagine a scenario where that opportunity would present itself to me. I had no interest in dating men, or even kissing them.

There was just something erotic to me about the thought of hard cock, getting blown by a guy and rubbing my cock against someone else's until we came together. I often pictured rubbing my cock against another guy's until he came and then using his cum as lubricant to push me over the edge and explode onto both of us. These were thoughts that were drifting more and more to the front of my mind as I continued through my college years.

It was the summer before I graduated college that I was back home and headed out to meet some old high school friends. We were in for a night out drinking and chasing girls. One friend who had stayed home during college ended up working at a pizza restaurant and befriended the manager. My friend said this guy was really cool and he was older and had his own place nearby. The plan was to head over to this guy's place and get some pre-drinking in before we headed out. There were 3 of us who met at John's apartment and we all got acquainted.

Now, I have terrible gay-dar but it was obvious, even to me that this guy was gay. Not over the top flamboyant, but he just had that quality where you could tell by certain mannerisms and the way he talked that he was gay. None of my friends had any problem with this and of course, neither did I. He was about 30 years old, maybe 6'3" tall, thin, sandy-blonde hair and pretty good looking - I was able to admit that...to myself.

We pre-partied there and then headed out to the bar. It was a pretty uneventful night without many single and willing girls around but we did a good job of getting nice and drunk. 2 of us ended up back at John's place for more drinks. Now, he was getting a little more comfortable and was openly talking about being gay. Not being graphic, but it was now in the open and it seemed he was trying to make it obvious.

The last of my other friends left his apartment and it was just the 2 of us. I could tell he was interested in me but was hesitant to do anything about it but was feeling me out to see how I responded to some of his stories about hooking up with guys. I remained interested and started getting that nervous and excited feeling, but was nowhere near courageous enough to act on it just yet. We ended up just hanging out and talking for a while before it got to late and I took a cab home.

At this point, in the back of mind (and maybe more towards the front) I knew eventually, I would be hooking up with this guy to some extent. I was not attracted to men in that I'd want a relationship with them, just in a purely sexual, just to get off and get out, sort of way. I had no interest at that time in ever kissing another guy; I was far more interested in just having a man suck my cock. This was the thought that kept lingering in mind - over and over and over again.

As the summer went on, my friends and started to use John's apartment as our per and post-partying hang out. On a few occasions I was the last one left at his place, and this was becoming more and more obvious to both of us that this was not an accident. Our talks became more and more sexual and I was now starting to envision him reaching over, undoing my belt, talking my pants down, rubbing my cock and then sucking me until I came into his mouth.

Whenever I would leave his apartment, I'd immediately jerk-off to the though of cumming in his mouth. This became the main object of my sexual fantasies. It was now only a matter of time before it happened for real. The anticipation was unreal and causing me to have the most explosive orgasms of my life - I think because it was attached to something that might actually happen.

One night when we were there, same routine of drinking and waiting for everyone else to leave, he got a little bolder. I was getting really comfortable with him but would never have the balls to make the first move, although I was giving off signs through our conversations and how close we'd sit on the sofa together. Our knees would often touch and I'd leave them there.

This was actually how my fantasies would begin when jerking off: I'd imagine he'd slowly reach over and start caressing my leg and I would lean into it instead of away. He'd then start to go further up my leg and my breathing would become heavier, giving off signs that I was enjoying it. My throbbing 7inch cock would be pressing hard inside my jeans providing a nice bulge for him to inch closer to. I would imagine that he would then start to brush lightly against the fabric covering my cock and I'd push up towards his hand telling him I wanted more. He would get the hint and start to rub my aching cock over my jeans slightly increasing his grip.

I would get so nervous and excited thinking about this. I'd be dripping in pre-cum as I imagine him then going for my belt and slowly undoing the buckle. He'd then undo the top button of the pants and go for the zipper. At this point, I'm squirming to have my cock be released. He'd continue to tease me and rub my hardness over my boxers. The pre-cum is now visible through the fabric.

He runs his fingers over the wet spot and then grips me tight over my boxers. I'm begging to have him touch the skin on my cock and then he finally goes for it. He reaches his hand into the waistband and that would be the first time (still in my fantasy) that another man's hand touched my cock. It would be long after this, that'd I would explode ropes of cum.

Now back to reality: our conversations started to move on to talking about porn. I knew then, something was going to happen. We decided to put in a video - a straight video, as I think he didn't want to scare me off. He had a studio apartment and I sat on his bed as he was in a chair on the other end of the room. The porn was on and I still can't tell you what was playing because I was too focused on what was going to happen in this room with him.

I was hard as a rock and he was rubbing himself over his pants and breathing a little heavy. He pointed to a guy on the screen with a 7in (ish) hard cock and said, "I'll bet that's about your size, too." I couldn't speak I was so nervous; I think I just nodded because he was absolutely right! It was at this point that he got really bold and just reached inside his pants and pulled out his hard cock. It must've been 8.5 to 9 inches. It was huge and it was perfect! He was cut and had a very nice curve and mushroom head.

I was about to explode in my pants when he leaned over his own cock (he's still in the chair and I'm on the bed fully clothed) and he spit down onto his cock and started rubbing it in. I've never seen this before and it was soooo hot! Unfortunately, this is where this part of the story ends. I got freaked out and abruptly got, said I should go and pretty much just left. I hopped in a cab, harder than I've ever been and was kicking myself (and rubbing myself) the whole way home for not having the balls to go through with anything. What was I thinking, why did I leave?? I knew the next time I came back; I was for sure going to take this to the next step. I had to let this man suck my cock...

To be continued...