Tell us about your first time with a guy

His name was Palo. We were both in the Legislative Youth Program. He was a few years older than I: very cute, dark curly hair, dreamy eyes.

An overnight train from Paris to Rome. He got off at Pisa, after getting off twice before then. Paolo. A dancer.

I was left alone in the cabin/couchette between Pisa and Rome and remember the freedom, the liberty, the promise I felt as I stared at the sunny skies and expansive sea. I opened the window and the cabin filled with the sounds of the train and the light Italian breeze.

A very special moment, to be sure. His kisses were freedom.

Our tryst was too spontaneous for anal and I didn’t kniw what to do so I did what he said. I humped the cleft of his butt with suntan oil and blasted all over his back!

[quote] I humped the cleft of his butt with suntan oil and blasted all over his back!

Link?

Surprise anal.

R2 wins the thread.

R3 nice description

He was a beefy (not fat...muscular but not ripped...like a linebacker) guy with dark, curly hair and a mustache...beautiful dark eyes. Lots of kissing with our hands exploring each other's bodies. I remember getting naked and my hands on his butt (I am really into men's butts). I remember groping his butt as we kissed and sliding my fingers down his crevice. I can still feel the thrill of doing that. We jerked each other off. I came quickly, and then he did. And then I got scared...what the fuck did I just do? It was a mix of emotions. I was out of college...mid 20s..23 or 24. He held me tight. I think I cried.

1983. I never knew his name. I was 17, and he said he was 16. Met in a library after he observed me furtively reading books on homosexuality. We went into a men’s room stall and I sucked him off until he exploded in my mouth. I swallowed. Ahhh young romance.

I was newly 21 and decided to go to a local bathhouse. The first time I went, I was shocked by the number of men who were having sex right in the open. I was too shy to participate, but my dick was fully hard the whole night. A few days later, I went back. This time I was sitting naked in the steam room, which was really a cave, carved out of the ground and lined with stone. I was sitting there until a random guy walked over and put his hand on my dick; it responded. I reached out and took a hold of his. He asked if I wanted to go to his room, which I did. That night I discovered the joys of oral sex ( giving and receiving), kissing uninhibitedly, and getting finger fucked. That began my life of debauchery.

It's a long story, and I don't want to be judged or analyzed, so I won't go into details. Let's say it was a fun and enlightening summer.

Not all of us would judge or analyze, R11.

I did it all

I met him at the candy store! He turned around and smiled at me. You get the picture?

[quote] I was newly 21 and decided to go to a local bathhouse. The first time I went, I was shocked by the number of men who were having sex right in the open.

But, it's wrong! [italic]Shockingly[/italic] wrong!

Yes, we see.

Tent sex.

my first time was awkward and while he was tender, I wish it'd played out far differently.

I consider my 'first time' to be years later when I knew more of what I was doing and the guy was way more compassionate, giving.

With the same-aged neighbor's boy, starting out with mutual jerking off when we much too young, frankly. (Still children, in fact.) We met up occasionally to jerk off and blow each other during our teens, even fucked once later when we were around 17-ish. I think we stopped seeing each other around my 19th birthday.

[quote] Tent sex.

Was the tent a top or a bottom?

There was no anal, so I guess it was a “side”.

I was 16 but lied and told him I was 18 when we chatted on Adam4Adam or maybe it was Manhunt. Told this story before on here.

Parents were out of town. He came over and I blew him. I don't even think I came. I remember how excited I was when he arrived and the smell of the Irish Spring soap on his body. After I did the deed, i told him I was actually 16 and he booked it out of there. I begged him to meet up again but he said no. Until one night he invited me to his campus apartment, about 3 months after I blew him. The place was a mess and a garden unit so damp and dark. He let me blow him but wanted to fuck me. That wasn't on my radar at all. I let him try but it hurt too much and I he wasn't patient. He claimed he had to meet up with friends so asked me to leave.

After that I used Craigslist , Adam4Adam, and Manhunt to get more men. Unbeknownst to my parents, I would sneak out and drive to dark lit farms or random guy's houses, or even an hour away in Indianapolis (when my parents were away) for hookups. I always topped and used a condom. But, I craved the attention and didn't think beyond my cock.

Sadly, I don't even remember my first fuck topping or bottoming. I kept a mental list met up with like 16 men before turning 18, they didn't care or loved the idea of fucking with a teenager. My luck, I met a boy my age a month before I was off to college. I wish he could have been my first and only because having a healthy relationship, though short, was magical. I don't regret most of the other hookups, except for that Marine that gave me my first STD. Was fun explaining that away to my parents as I went to the ER when the puss turned to bloody discharge. Beyond that, I was lucky to make it out alive from all those encounters in strange men's homes.