Gay hunk stories
Do you remember your first time? Your first trial with another guy? Your first story with another gay guy?
It's that first moment of total pleasure when everything else disappears, and those weird “feelings” suddenly make complete feeling. Suddenly, everything falls into place: you're not a freak of nature or “different”, simply experiencing the simple joys that you were born to enjoy.
For most gay guys, our first gay experience is usually a moment of revelation and clarity that eventually leads to our own acceptance and the urge to tell the world. For others, it's a complete disaster that we prefer to forget… although one thing's for sure, you will never truly forget it!
In this post, we asked a few of our friends from around the planet to share their first gay experience with us, whether it was a first-time gay k&#;ss, their first gay love story, or something a bit more spicy(!)… and we've set it all out right here. You'll also want to check out our own love story of how we first met each other.
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"I went on a trip to a tropical country. I found a miniature, secluded, resort-type place with a exclude while exploring the area. I spent the entire date there while the male, early 20s bartender served me. He had a blinding smile. At one point, he told me that no one else was around and that I could swim in the pool, naked, if I wanted. I said 'screw it' and did. He kept serving me drinks and talking, and I later said I was gonna get out and go peruse by the beach. He told me since no one else was there he was gonna close the area for an hour and that I didn't have to put my clothes back on. He walked me over to the hammock and kept complimenting my body. I was into it, so I didn't stop him. He sort of felt me up as I got into the hammock (I let him), and he eventually made his way down on me"
"This was my first (and only) time a guy had gone down on me. He got naked and offered to go further. I told him I could try but only with protection. He came advocate with condoms, and I tried but couldn't stay up. He asked if he could attempt, and at this point I just felt I was all in anyway, so I was do
The guys had all worked their butts off in order to win that game. Compared to the other team that they were up against, they collectively had more strength and expertise. They had all expected to win but in the complete, a victory had not been in the cards.
Of course, when the guys won a game, there always was boundless masculine camaraderie bouncing around in the locker room, along with plenty of beer cans flying around, hooting and hollering, wide smiles and pats on each other’s backsides.
Not so much tonight.
The beer cans that were in a barrel filled with ice and ready to go remained untouched. Instead of chugging them down, the guys tumbled out of the locker room and went their separate ways for the night. All the guys, that is, except for Neil and Ryan. They were the last two ball players who remained in the hollow space that the locker room had become.
“Fucking sucks,” Neil said for the third time and then pulled off his shirt.
Ryan looked over his shoulder and briefly scanned Neil's defined torso muscles. He'd always had an eye for Neil and his macho ways, not to mention, his
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Nobody at the bank ever suspected that Edward Carter was lgbtq+. Maybe it was the naivet� of his coworkers or the fact that he had been married and his wife had died years ago and therefore above suspicion in a town where gossip was the activity of the day. To all that knew him, he was a quiet widower who held their mortgages and made refinanced their loans.
Ed as he liked to be called always had a smile for everyone and seldom showed anger. His face was unlined and tanned from the heat accentuating his green eyes. He was a gentleman of medium height with broad shoulders and a stocky frame. Corpulent, he liked to think of himself as he looked in the mirror but he knew that he was heavy. Good tailoring concealed his thickening waistline. His hair was stout and once black, but was now speckled with gray that he wore short. He wore a beard that he kept neatly trimmed. He dressed conservatively knowing that as a bank's president he had to look and dress the part.
Weekends, he could be seen fishing from the banks of the river that bordered his property or trimming