1. My first man


    Date: 10/4/2014, Categories: Gay Male, Author: SirSpewalot, Rating: 17, Source: LushStories

    Up until my sophomore year in college I almost exclusively was interested in women, but after reading a couple of hot gay stories, I started imagining myself sucking cock, though after coming I’d usually be shocked at myself. This changed when I suddenly had the overwhelming desire to suck myself my first year of college, and over the next week managed to do so. I came in my mouth almost immediately and choked down the cum; I was nauseous afterwards but that didn’t happen the later times. For a couple of months I was insatiably hungry for my own cock, and while I could sometimes get about half my length in my mouth (I’m 6 inches long) and gloried in the feeling of my cock on my tongue and lips, it hurt my back enough that I tapered off doing it and pretty much quit after three or four months. By that time, however, I was becoming successful with women, so I had straight sex and lots of it for the next few years. I still enjoyed rubbing off to gay fantasies and watching gay sex movies from time to time, but I didn’t seek out any opportunities to be with another man until I returned to college after dropping out for four years to recover from illness and work. My second year back in school, I was friends with a couple of other older students who were in a band. They lived with three other guys in an old house they rented a bit outside of town; it was surrounded by small fields and was fairly secluded, so they could practice in the basement without disturbing anyone. One ...
    Friday night they had an open house for their friends. There were about twenty or twenty-five people there when I arrived, and soon I had noticed a hot little Italian woman who flirted with me. And every other guy there too, of course, which I later found out she was famous for. After an hour I had danced with her three times, and she made every dance a slow grind. I was throbbingly hard and my balls were sore from the excitement, but while she ground against me so seductively on the dance floor I nearly creamed my pants, she disappeared at the end of the dance and was nowhere to be found when the next song started. I was frustrated but not upset, because she was a good dancer and I had enough experience not to take her teasing personally. In any case, not only was I hard, I had a full bladder from two beers, so I waddled off like a bow-legged cowboy sore from the saddle to find a quiet bathroom in the back of the house, past the old dining room and next to the garage. On my way to the bathroom I realized I had a bit of a quandary: Being so hard it would be really hard to pee, so jerking off first would be useful, but my balls were so sore that that would be painful and the pressure of my bladder would be a major distraction. I had decided I’d just have to stand there for five minutes as my tubes relaxed enough to let me pee fully erect (which I can do, but it’s boring, tedious, and hard as hell to aim right) and had my zipper open and my cock out as I barged into the bathroom ...
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