Were you outed for being gay and didn't want to be? Did you once believe that you were as straight as an arrow, but got seduced to your first dick? Dominant tops, submissive bottoms and all things in between. Whatever it is, it's now time to bring out your gay sexual confessions to the World!

My First Cock (tell Me Your First Time)

I had been married several years when the sex began to die down so I turned to porn. Eventually I noticed that I was getting turned on by the guy just as much as I was the woman in the videos. This lead to me basically just watching gay porn and I would fantasize about sucking a cock.
Eventually, I found a sex ad website and started talking to a few guys who wanted their dicks sucked. I was worried that I would not be that good at it as I had always had a gag reflex.
Finally, I agreed to meet a ln older man who owned a tanning salon. He sent me a pic of his cock and it looked really good and it was smaller so I was confident I could suck it without gagging. I really wanted to make this guy feel good and wanted to do a good job.
I agreed to meet him at his business and I walked into the tanning salon and he met me at the front door and I followed him into one of the rooms that was not being used. It was very hot because there were probably two or three women on the other toons tanning. He told me to be quiet because it was a dropped ceiling and you could hear everything.
When we got into the room, it was dark and he sat in a chair next to a tanning bed. He pulled his pants down and spread his legs, and I got down on my knees. His dick was fairly small, and I easily put the entire thing in my mouth. As soon as I put that dick in my mouth, I knew that this is exactly where I need to be. I pretty much made love to his cock, even though he told me to be quiet, it was him that was moaning, and putting his hands all on my head and on my back.
He even had me stop early in the process because he thought he was going to come too quickly. I was actually able to put his dick and his balls in my mouth at the same time. It was very hot hearing the other ladies talk and the other rooms, knowing that I was on my knees, sucking the owners dick. We had agreed that he would come on the floor, but when he said he was going to come I just made sure that I kept his dick in my mouth and he came in my mouth. I got up and let him pull his pants up and he showed me to the front door. When I drove away, I still had his cum in my mouth. I squished his cum all around in my mouth as I drove home masturbating I knew from that day forward that this was exactly what I wanted to do and who I was.

  • After Divorce I Met Michael And What A Trip It Has Been For Us

    I am in a current relationship with a man in my age group. Like me he is divorced after many years of marriage. He has money, both from his work, and from inheritance and lives on a 'boat' down in the harbor. Nice boat, like a really nice boat, but hardly ever goes sailing. My fortunes are different, my divorce wiped me out, and I'm still paying a mortgage and making spousal payments. He and I met at a party of a mutual friend and he invited me to see his boat and that's where it started.

    I like it, like I really like it, it is so much better than any sex I had with a woman. Of course, no matter what she could have done, she never had a cock and that's what I found I'm in to. I do like all the fondling and putting him in my mouth to make love to his cock, but I am also enjoying all the mutual affection of hanging around naked. For me, really, I find him a lot more attractive, I find that his cock is the center of my attention. I'm ok size wise, but not hung by any means. He can take me in his mouth with one swallow. Maybe that's why my wife left me, not enough cock for her.

    We spend a lot of time together, both socially and sexually. We have traveled together, took a trip in 2022 to Spain and Italy, and just recently a river boat cruise in France. We got to places where no one asks questions of two men traveling together. That is, we avoid places that are homophobic. Who doesn't want to kiss on Ponte Vecchio?

    I'm the 'woman' in the relationship, he is most definitely the 'man'. I like it that way, serving him breakfast, and cleaning up after him gives me a feeling that I had never experienced. Being the one that turns his cheeks up, and experiences his manhood. If only, if only, I had experienced that when I was younger.

    We have a trip planned for next year, a couple of weeks to Eastern Europe. But for now, when I serve dinner, I always exact a kiss from him. We have a ritual in our love making, and it involves a ton of lovemaking and affections. Why have sex if you don't make love? Sex is the culmination of lovemaking, that's why we both enjoy making love and having sex together.

    I’m Getting Better

    Been married for several years. The sex slowed down so I watched porn. Eventually I noticed that I was getting just as turned on by watching the men as the women. That turned into answering sex ads and eventually meeting someone to suck his dick. I am now so turned on by sucking cock. The first one was small which was perfect because I’ve always had a little bit of a gag reflex.
    Most of the men I suck are either a little bit smaller or average, but I would get better and better with each encounter.
    Finally, one day I met a man at his house and when he dropped his pants, he must have been 7 inches. I was a little intimidated, but I was so turned on that. I immediately started licking and sucking. I surprise myself when I shoved his entire dick down my throat. I could feel my throat stretching because of his length and girth. I could hear him moan when he was completely down my throat. I was so turned on that I did not care about my gag reflex. Then he grabbed both sides of my head and was slowly bucking my mouth and throat. It was the greatest sexual experience of my life.
    I’m getting better!!

  • Late To The Game I Can't Help But Keep Asking Myself If I'm A Gay Too

    My wife walked out one day, took her things and was gone. No note, no forwarding address. I tried to get in touch, but if she got any messages she never answered. After six months I decided to go on with my life. When my lease was up, I left that place, a house on a cul de sac, and moved into an apartment closer to work. That's where I met Mark.

    Mark had been living there for a year when we met. He worked at a bank in a support service for customers that were responsible for 401Ks. He lived next door, that's how we met. We talked in the hall, one day he asked me in. He was an always single guy, and said he never had the desire to be tied down. It was that day that he brought me a glass of ice tea and he said matter of fact, 'no, really I'm gay'.

    Well, ok, big fucking deal. I told him about my wife walking out, he said that must be a bummer and we talked about that. He said 'hey, I'm gay, and I could really make you feel better if you let me'. I answered with 'what do you mean?' Mark continued with him being gay he knew his way around a man, and he could take me to new heights and make me feel real good. 'Women can only do so much'. And with that he stood and came and sat beside me and put his hand in my lap.

    'Just let me do my thing, I promise you will like it'. And with that he worked my pants open and set about to suck my cock. My wife never did that, not once, so it was all pretty new to me. Moments passed and he told me I had a nice cock, but all that did is make him want to make love. We went into his bedroom and we both got naked and lay on the bed and he started with his mouth on my cock, and took my hand to hold his cock, and he started to make love, to kiss me, and to caress me. When I let go of his cock, he reminded me to hold his cock in my hand. He liked that.

    I suppose that a lot of time went by, he made love and I did what I could, and I kept his hard cock in my hand, until he told me that I needed to show his cock some love and he more or less forced my head down. I sucked his cock, really I put his cock in my mouth and sucked and licked on his cock, which was then very hard. I wished that I could keep it up like that. We ended up in the compromising position, of him on my back working his cock in and out.

    After he was done, he told he thought I was a kisser. I liked to kiss, he could tell. So we kissed for a while, still naked on his bed.

    The months passed, and we were always together and making love on his bed. He had all sorts of 'enhancements', dildos you couldn't believe and lubes of every color. He seemed to perpetually horny and all he wanted to do was fuck. I had gotten pretty good and letting him on, and I enjoyed it when he finished me off. I do enjoy kissing, so we always kissed a lot.

    When this lawyer contacted me that my wife had filed for divorce, on the grounds that I was in a relationship with a gay man, I knew things could only get worse. She got what she wanted, which was money, and I got the divorce. After my divorce, Mark and I took a cruise down the River in Germany, making love at night, and hanging around with these other gay men on the cruise. This was one of those gay river cruise ideas.

    It has been three years since my wife and I divorced, Mark and I continue to be together, he is definitely gay, but in spite of all this with Mark I continue to ask myself, am I gay? Or is it the rejection and the opportunity that's interfered this way. Don't ask, yes I do enjoy being in a sexual relationship with Mark, that I like very much.

    More Than Just Friends

    Shortly after moving to a small town north of a major city, I became pretty good friends with Barb and her son Marc who live a few blocks east of me. She and I share quite a few hobbies but Marc and I have one thing in common. Cock. And lots of it. He will be headed back to college shortly to finish his final year and as a kinda back to school present, I gave him a day of explicit bliss. This past Saturday, Barb headed out of town so I invited Marc over that morning. He came over before noon and I was already willing and waiting on my bed with my mouth slightly open and drooling. He has such a beautiful shaved cut cock with exquisite balls. I was laying on my back with my head slightly hanging over the bottom of my bed when he came in, quickly undressed then teased my mouth by rubbing his knob all over my face. Love licking his thick shaft all the way down to his balls and back and tasting his sweet pre cum then sucking it as deep as possible. Before long, he was face fucking me then unloaded straight down my throat. Told him it was his special day and then I had him lay back with my head on his lap while I stroked and circled his knob with my tongue. I really enjoy sucking on just the tip which drives him crazy and before long, he spurt his thick goo which completely covered my face then he licked it all up, deposited it into my mouth for the second time that day. Spent the rest of the day letting him fuck me in every position possible til both of us were totally spent and satisfied. Neither of us had much energy afterwards but oh man, that was a sweet send off. Can't wait til the holidays roll around.

  • Confused

    I’m an 18 year-old first year college student. My roommate is a freshman as well. We moved in last Wednesday for orientation and classes did not start till Monday today.

    Orientation was pretty much a big party everybody getting together meeting new people getting your books in order getting your schedule in order learning your way around campus and have fun.

    I came to college expecting to have my first sexual experience with a girl, and being a little naïve, thinking sex was gonna be nonstop.

    Being a short fat kid with an acne ridden face, that did not happen and my roommate is pretty much in the same boat we both went home that night and had struck out.

    Thursday and Friday were the same thing. No luck with the women, but we did end up in a party and got pretty hammered on Friday night. What happened next was totally out of the realm of any possibility in my mind. Me and my roommate had sex together.

    Saturday morning we woke up in bed together and had sex again. I don’t know how awkward it was Friday night but Saturday morning it felt natural. We ended up staying in our room all day Saturday, naked and making love. Sunday morning was more the same, and honestly, I’m confused as to why I’m not even thinking of women anymore.

    We have both turned into gay cocksuckers, and we love it. Don’t know where it’ll go from here, but we are both excited to find out.

    Sunday Morning

    I love going out Saturday night with friends, waking up Sunday and swallowing a couple loads of cum before my morning coffee.

    After breakfast, we fuck a couple of times, shower, and get ready for the week ahead.

    It Comes Early To You, Are You A Top Or A Bottom, And Is It Natural

    Just a little something to get your day started.

    I was an athlete in high school. Ran track and played basketball. I had a coach, Mr. Haverty. He was a coach with a beer belly, he had been in some Navy accident and was supposedly disabled. He taught History and Biology. He always walked around the showers when we were back from sweating it out on the field.

    It was that day that you know you are in his sights. I knew it immediately. He walked over to me while I was getting my shoes on, and he stood there with his fly down. 'Zip it up boy, show me you're a man'. It was my job to zip him down and zip him up, and stand by him when he was at the urinal. Part of my job was shacking him after he peed before putting his dick back in his pants. If he wanted to put his arm around my shoulder, if he wanted to give me a bear hug, if he just went on and kissed me, I had to go along with it.

    One day I was in his office and he gave me this wet hand towel. He asked me if I knew what that was for. I was innocent at that time, but he smile and said I would know soon enough and drop my pants for him. I got a blowjob of sorts, with his hand holding my balls, before having me lean over and with a couple of fingers he lubed me before standing behind me red faced as he fucked me. 'That's the way it was done in the Navy'. He was taking about the wet hand towel to wipe myself and wipe his dick off.

    After I finished high school, on his recommendation I joined the Navy. I was on a destroyer and had galley duty. There was this old hand who was the CS and he liked it if I paid special attention to him. He was a man who was used to having a man on his knees before him. It was a special arrangement, as long as I was on my knees, or bent over, we got along fine. If you had asked me then I would have told you he was obnoxious, and I hated it. But the truth is that I enjoyed it, he reminded me of my coach in high school, I was a 'natural'.

    After the Navy I took a position as a cook in a 'slop' house near the base in San Diego. I went to work there because it was run by an old salt friend of my CS in the Navy. They, not me, are all cut from the same cloth. It is us, me, that are naturals who suck up to them. That makes for a perfect relationship. Some men like to suck and be on the bottom, and some men want to fuck and be on top. I never had any problem with that arrangement. For me it was 'natural'.

    It's Not Just That It Was The First Time, It Was The Best Time

    Back in the eighties I was sent to San Francisco for training. On the corner were these free newspapers, I picked one up and it was loaded with ads for raunchy places. On the two back pages personal adds 'looking for young man for pleasure'. I called the number from my hotel room, a man talked to me and agreed to meet me, walk down a couple of streets and he would pick me up in a Jaguar.

    He was an older man, we went to this motel, and he had sex the way he wanted to.

    AIDS was a big bummer, the nineties I grew older, then LGBT and Pride movement. But in my mind, that night in San Francisco is the night I hold onto, that was the night I had sex the first time.

  • Many Hands

    After many years of only being interested in women through my adulthood, my mind drifted back to some encounters I had back in school. I had a guy friend started touching me one day, next thing you know he's jacking me off. After that he would jack me off everytime we got together. Anyway many years go by and I think about how I enjoyed being touched. I started looking at ads online and next thing you know I'm meeting a guy at a local park. He pulls up next to me in a blue car and steps out probably 35+ years older than I. He opens my door and proceeds to rub me over my pants and I'm loving it, groaning with pleasure. As I lean back he undoes my button and zipper as I slide down my pants. From there it didn't take him long stroking to have exploding in his hand. I was hooked between the relief, the no- strings attached and the relative ease of the encounter. That started my initiative of finding every willing hand I can. To this point I've been serviced by around 16 different hands, several of them multiple times in various places. The local park, empty parking lots, homes, under the restroom stall and even a back office at one guy's job. Most of them being 30 years older than I or more.