The Absolutely Unfabulous Gay History of Me. We all have our own gay stories. Here's mine:
The first real sexual interaction I had was at a glory hole at college. What I mean by "at college" I literally mean AT college...in the library restroom. I knew I was gay; I just had no clue where to meet guys, and then I read the writing on the wall, the restroom wall. It was the deal where you went in at a certain time, sat down, and tapped your foot lightly.
I remember this mystery guy, whom I never met or found out who he was, rolling his finger around the gloryhole and pointing down to the floor. The guy slid down to his knees to the gap between the stall wall and the floor. His hand motioned under the stall for me to join him. I got down on my knees and his hand reached under and massaged my thigh. He took my hand and guided it to his cock. I had never touched another cock until I was almost twenty-one and about to graduate. I was startled by how soft and velvety it felt over the hardness underneath. My hand traveled over the guy's hard and flat stomach and his full dark brown bush. I jacked his cock for bit. He pulled at my thigh wanting me to get closer. When I did, he went down on my cock, his tongue swirling around the head and down its length. Needless to say, I didn't last long. I grabbed the edge of the stall and groaned as I filled his mouth. He swallowed my load and milked my cock for every drop. He jerked himself off a few times and came on my thigh.
I had only a couple of chances to do something with another guy before that encounter, chances that I missed taking very far before I got scared and let slip away.
I went riding with a friend in his sports car a year or so earlier. His family had a business and that evening it was closed. He drove around back and parked his car. He started talking about jerking off, telling me about how he hated doing it alone. He talked about how good it felt when he was on a date and the girl he was with reached over and unzipped him. He pulled his zipper down a bit and talked about how she would take out his cock and jack him off. I got nervous and lied, saying I had to get back for a class or a test or something. He zipped up and drove me back.
I still jerk on my own cock thinking about jacking him off. I fantasize about how I would have maybe even gone down on his cock, his hand of the back of my head urging my mouth further down his hard straight cock. I think about him making me take his load; him patting my cheek and telling me how much better I was at sucking his fat cock than they were. He was taller than me, blonde-headed and slim-built, really sexy; I never saw his cock, but imagine it was pretty big from the bulge in his jeans.
