The following is the true story of my first time experiencing man to man sex. I had always been somewhat bi-curious, however up until this point had only ever been with women and in hetero relationships.
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January 1, 2010, my friends and I had organised a day at the races to welcome in the New Year. We had all partied hard the night before and everyone bravely surfaced to join in the masses of people at the race course. After the first few drinks going down like razor blades, the alcohol was soon having the desired effect and we were all 'topped up' once again. I had no trouble backing up from the night before, being 23 years old at the time, 6 feet 4 inches, athletic, sandy blonde hair and green eyes.
After lucking out on the horses, my attention turned to the phillies off the track to see if my fortunes would change. Being a very warm day, the girls were not leaving much to the imagination; combined with the alcohol were beginning to make me very horny indeed. I got a few bites and nibbles here and there, scoring a few pashes off a couple of girls, but nothing solid looked likely towards the end of the day. Things were looking disastrous, now I was increasingly drunk and even hornier than before.
My friends decided it would be a good idea to head to the casino to continue the party once the sun went down. Being dressed up to the nines and feeling pretty confident I decided this sounded like a brilliant idea. After the short trip, we were nestled into a cocktail lounge sipping on cocktails and eyeing up the gorgeous women.
After a couple of drinks, I needed to visit the men's room. At that time I received a call on my cell phone. I quickly slipped outside to take the call as it was very noisy inside the bar. After about 10 minutes, I went back inside but could not find any of my friends. I asked the barman which way they had gone and he had pointed to the gaming floor. After losing a tremendous amount of money of the horses throughout the day, I was not keen to continue my losing streak on black jack or roulette.
I sent a text message to my friends saying I was heading home for the evening and started weaving my way to the cab station. I stood at the back of the line and patiently waited to get into a cab home. After about 5 minutes and the line moving along slowly, I get a tap on the shoulder.
'Matt! How are you? Long-time no see!' It was a former co-worker Brad grinning from ear to ear and looking about as drunk as I felt. Brad was a couple of years older than me, a bit shorter and bit thicker set around the waist.
'I'm good Brad, how about you?' We then spent the rest of the time in line generally drunk chit-chatting.
Once we got to the front of the line, we realised we still lived in roughly the same area. We quickly decided to share a cab as we were enjoying catching up after two years.
The cab pulled up at my place, and to my surprise, Brad jumped out first. He said he lived not far from my place and would walk the rest of the way home.
After paying the driver, we walked across the road to the side of my apartment building. We both stood there chatting for a bit before I said,
'Hey you want to come in for a quick night cap for your walk home?'
'Sure!' Brad replied.
So inside we went, I quickly made us a vodka, lime and soda while Brad sat on the couch flicking through the TV to find a music channel. When I returned, he asked if I had any good music DVD's, before I could answer, he had hit the TV/AV button on the remote and the TV screen was instantly filled with the title screen of the porno I had watched early that morning before going to the races.
I instantly went red as I had jerked off watching it some 12 hours earlier.
'I, um, I don't know how...'
'It's OK Matt, we all watch it... Oooh, I didn't know you were an anal man!'
The porno was some low budget anal romp with no storyline, just scene after scene of guy on girl action. He casually clicked on the first scene and leant back on the couch.
