My first gay experience occurred when I was 19. While working at The Gap during summer vacation after my freshman year at Purdue, I became friends with Todd, a coworker who had just graduated from high school. Todd lived with his parents in a modest home in an area of the city that some might describe as lower middle class or even trashy. He was immediately impressed by my suburban, upper middle class address. Surprisingly, despite our disparate backgrounds, we found ourselves to be very compatible with each other. We were both in a place in our lives where we needed a tight friendship.
At 19, I could be described as a handsome, sunkissed, swimmer's build, tall, blond, friendly, funny guy, but who was a bit of a loner with not many close friends. I had dated several girls in high school and college. I had one girlfriend I dated for a couple years. We lost our virginity together during our first weekend together at college. Sweet, pretty girl - nice fit with me - great first love experience. But I never had any close male friends. I wasn't much of a man's man - not into contact sports, binge drinking, or objectifying women. Actually, loner that I was, I didn't really have any friends outside of my relationship with my girlfriend, and my friendship with her friends by association. So, I was pretty primed when Todd came along.
Todd was a young 18. I guess you do a lot of growing up your first year away at college. So, from my perspective, I thought Todd was kind of immature. But, he was so outgoing and funny, I couldn't help but be attracted to him as a potential friend. Todd was a big fish from a little pond former homecoming and prom king, very social, was known by everyone in his small high school, with an eclectic, wide group of friends. Maybe that attracted me to him too. Todd was about my height and build, with dark hair, and those cheeks that flush up easily like Rob Lowe's. He was attractive, gregarious, and fun.
Up to that point in my life, I had never seriously considered getting myself in a situation where I might have a sexual encounter with another guy. Looking back now, though, I see many little signs that suggested I might have been directed towards the more gay side of the scale - like fucking around with my mom's vibrator when I was a kid, or taking note of the writings on public restroom stall walls where guys were looking for blow jobs.
Anyway, Todd came along, my girlfriend was away for the summer working on an internship, I had no friends of my own, and he was making an effort to be friends. So, one day I invited him over to my house after work to enjoy a relaxing swim in my family's pool. It didn't take him but a second to accept the invitation. He was practically peeing his pants, he was so excited.
So, after a long day at The Gap, servicing the needs of the billions of back-to-school shoppers, Todd and I left work and headed to my house. As soon as we arrived, we slipped into our swim suits, popped open a couple beers, and headed out to the pool. I had been a diver and swimmer in high school, so I have a pretty graceful presence in the water. Todd wasn't uncomfortable or out of place in the water, but I don't think my diving and gliding through the water went unnoticed. We didn't get into any rough-housing in the water - no touchy, feely just a couple young guys enjoying a cool dip on a hot summer day.
My parents were conveniently out of town for the weekend, so I invited Todd to stay for dinner and more drinking - still no hidden agenda here - just enjoying having a bud to hang out with. Well, one thing led to another, and five or six hours later, after polishing off a case of beer, we're playing strip poker. Okay, two guys alone, blitzed, playing strip poker - I'm still clueless. I swear I need a bat swipe to the head sometimes to see what's going on around me. Final hand, loser has to run around the pool naked. Still clueless - we both end up running around the pool naked. Honestly, despite all of this fun activity, which to those with acute gaydar would be clearly construed as foreplay, I still didn't know what we were setting ourselves up for.
After our sprint around the pool, and having finished off all of the beer, we were ready to crash. It was too late, and Todd was too wasted to drive home, so I invited him to spend the night. Despite the number of empty beds and couches throughout the house, somehow Todd ended up sharing my bed. Wearing only our underwear, we climbed into bed and turned out the lights.
Laying in bed next to Todd, I felt a strong sense of peace and comfort. I just had this fun afternoon of male bonding and felt like I had the makings of a real friendship with someone who could be my very own friend rather than a friend by association. As we lay there, settling into comfortable positions, relaxing our breathing, awaiting sleep to envelop us, Todd's foot brushed lightly against my leg. Ding! I felt like one of Pavlov's dogs. Suddenly, my day of heterosexual male bonding switched to something else. I felt my heart rate increase, the hair on my legs stand up, and a slight tingling in my groin. But I didn't move my leg.
Maybe he was already drifting off to sleep. Maybe the leg brush was unconscious. Still, I didn't move. Next, I felt Todd shift position, and then his leg was resting against mine. Okay, something is definitely going on here (Ya Think!). Where is that baseball bat when I need it?
I decided to test the situation. Feigning sleep, I shifted my position and rubbed my leg against Todd's. To this day, feeling a guy's hairy leg rub against my hairy leg is one of the hottest, most arousing ways to get me excited. The next few minutes were filled with subtle position changes by both of us until we ultimately found ourselves with legs intertwined, laying on our sides, facing each other just inches separating us. Todd moved his arm and placed his hand next to mine in between us. I moved my hand closer to his so that the edges of our hands touched. Todd covered my hand in his and we pulled closer to each other until our faces were only a breath apart.
Todd slid his hand up my arm and rubbed the hairs to attention. I boldly placed my hand on his waist and slid my hand around to the small of his back. We moved in closer still, feeling our hot breath wash our faces, until our lips met. Softly kissing each other at first as we continued rubbing legs, embracing, feeling for the first time my cock pressing against another guy's cock.
I had always been a great kisser - very passionate, very demonstrative, soft full lips, with a dexterous, probing, not-too-shy tongue. But when Todd and I kissed, it was nothing like I experienced before. Kissing another guy is nothing like kissing a girl. There's a heat and passion there when too guys on equal footing exchange a deep, erotic kiss. Kissing Todd in my bed for the first time that night, wearing nothing but our underwear, feeling our bodies pressed together, embracing, was the hottest sexual experience of my life to that date despite the number of sexual encounters I had already had with former girlfriends.
Our kisses became more heated. Our hands roamed freely over our bodies, uninhibited, grazing over all of our erogenous zones. Hell, we were one big erogenous zone. I pulled Todd on top of me and squeezed his ass while he plowed his tongue deep into my mouth. I pressed my pelvis into his, rubbing our hard cocks together as our pre-cum wet our briefs.
I reached under the waistband of Todd's briefs and pushed them down over his bubble-shaped ass - running my hands over the bare skin of his ass. He raised his pelvis off of me long enough to allow his underwear to come off and free his young, rock-hard, 8-inch, cut cock. We flipped over so I was on top and Todd pushed my briefs down as well so my matching 8-inch dick could join his. Now, nothing separated us from each other. We were both totally into what we were doing, lost in the pleasure of this heated experience, sharing the freedom of our nakedness and passion.
We continued our heavy kissing and body contact, grinding our groins together, feeling the soft, warm, smooth skin of our rigid dicks rubbing together, building a fire in our groins like never before. The wetness of our sweat and precum was the only thing that prevented us from rubbing each other raw and causing friction burns.
I never felt so rock hard before. I felt my cock throb and pulsate as Todd's did the same against mine. Our heavy breath, deep strong kissing, roving massaging hands, dueling cocks, and enveloping embraces built our fire to an inferno of passion, sweat, and primal, carnal desire. We were fast approaching the point at which we would abandon ourselves to each other's climax - not caring how loud we were or how much we were giving into our desires.
I felt my balls tighten up and my deep insides tingle with that indescribable feeling signaling release. Our kissing, grinding, and groping reached a feverish pitch. I know Todd could feel my climax building as I felt his. I pressed my cock hard against his as we rubbed our bodies up and down against each other, building my inner tension and restraint to my limit. And then I released. While still bound together by our embrace, I shot load after load of my hot cum onto his belly, his groin, and his rigid, throbbing dick, creating a new sensation of slick lubrication between us. That was all Todd needed to send him over the edge and he spurted his creamy load so that it mixed with mine between us. It seemed like we were both cumming forever jolts of electricity shook our bodies as we spent the last of our loads - all the while, still kissing and touching all over, and embracing as if we had never had someone to hold before.
We lay together, panting, totally spent, and at peace for the pleasure we gave each other and found in each other. We fell asleep in each other's arms and slept more deeply and soundly together that night than ever before.
This was my first gay experience. Todd and I were best friends for several years after that as we explored our sexuality together. I wouldn't say we were in love with each other, but we were two hot, young, 6-feet tall, handsome guys packing 8-inches each, who discovered the fun of having sex together, and later, having others join in on our fun.
More about Todd's and my escapades and my other sordid experiences to date later if you're interested. Send me a message and let me know what you think.