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Gay Stories
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Gay Male / 68
Way Back Then
I recently shared my first male sexual experience with a guy on line I was chatting to. I am 68 and he was 26.
I shared it because my first experience with a man was when I was 28, and my initiation was with a 63 year old. He masturbated while I told him my story and ejaculated. He told me it totally aroused him, so I am sharing it here now.
My wife and I were in France on holiday in 1979 and her sister came over from London for a few days. The girls had been to a church school in New Zealand and they wanted to visit the convent of the same order of nuns in France so left me in the villa we were renting, for 3 days, while they went to the convent.
On the first day I went down to the village for lunch. I was sitting at a little table on the street when a guy drove up in a convertible car which he parked outside the café a few feet from my table. He looked amazing. He was in a casual cream linen suit with an open neck white shirt. He wore dark glasses and his wavy salt and pepper hair was brushed back.
By way of background, we were 20 when we got married in 1971. I had jacked off with guys at college but had never touched another guy sexually. I was however pretty curious and had been tempted on a few occasions to experiment sexually but had never gone through with it. Things were very different in 1971. Homosexuality was very much below the radar in conservative New Zealand and I had supressed and urges to test my sexuality and married my long time girlfriend.
So when I saw this incredibly good looking guy step out of his car and walk into the café it sparked something in my brain and I became very aroused. I was in white shorts and a black polo shirt and had nice loafers on. My black hair was a little longer than I usually wore it as we hade been away a month, and I had sort of parted it in the middle without my wife around and used some hair cream to fix it in place. I had also put one of her silver bangles on. Why had I done this? I felt free and for the first time felt the urge, in a foreign country, to express my feminine side in a public place where I knew no one. It was a little reference to being overtly not the usual me.
After a few moments the guy came out of the café and looked around for a seat. The only free one was next to mine, at my table. You sit side by side at the sidewalk tables in France.
He looked at me and smiled and then walked over and asked if I minded if he joined me as the café was very full. I was quick...a little too quick probably, to say sure and that I would enjoy his company. He introduced himself as Michel and put his beautifully manicured hand out. I stood a little clumsily in the cramped space and shook his hand and introduced myself.
We both sat and he waved to the waiter who came over and took our order.
We made small talk for a while as we waited. I didn't mention my wife. I said I was on holiday from New Zealand and had a few days on the Riviera before meeting friends in Paris. He told me he had been a model when he was about my age and that he was retired having been left comfortably off following the passing of his widowed mother when he was in his early 40's.
The waiter brought our lunch out and he asked if I would like to join him in a carafe of wine, which I accepted.
We chatted about the area we were in and he told me about all the places I should visit while I was there and then he asked if I had a girlfriend. That rather caught me off guard and I was embarrassed that I had not by that time mentioned my wife so I just said no, I was meeting some guys I had met in London once I got to Paris. That seemed to get his attention and a little moment later I was conscious his knee had moved and was resting against mine. I didn't move my knee but just left it against his. I felt a little pang of excitement with that. Not much, just a pang.
He then said Paris was a wonderful city and that as a very attractive young man I should not have any trouble enjoying myself. I felt myself blush. He followed that up quickly by asking if it was ok that he had said how attractive I was. His knee was still against mine and I felt a little more pressure coming from it. I stammered something about being flattered and no it was fine, ha ha...nervously. I felt my penis stir a little as we had this little aside.
He said that's was good, and that I should get used to men expressing themselves openly while I was in France. He continued in a lowered soft voice that there were a lot of gay men in France of all ages, shapes and sizes and that he would expect me to get their attention. With that he very briefly patted my thigh and I immediately got an erection.
Fortunately I was wearing quite baggy white shorts and boxer shorts so my erection was for the most part hidden, but i was so conscious of it and felt sure he could see it,
We eat our lunch and drank the wine and chatted a bit about New Zealand.
He changed the subject to cars and asked if I was interested in them. I said was and that I had noticed his when he drove up. It was a white Mercedes convertible and looked really cool. He then mocked disappointment and said he had rather hoped I had noticed the driver more than the car and laughed confidently. While saying that his hand returned to my thigh with a lot more purpose and my erection, which had subsided a little, became even more obvious. He slid his hand over and gently rubbed my very hard shaft and said well, perhaps you did notice the driver.
I almost ejaculated then and there in the café.
I just looked at him without saying anything for what seemed like a minute, but was probably only a few seconds before he firmly squeezed my hard penis and asked if perhaps I would like to spend the afternoon with him at his villa. After clearing my throat I said, almost silently, that I would and put my hand on his thigh and then his ample bulge.
He gestured to our waiter for the bill which he paid and then stood up, without a care in the world...his erection obvious to anybody who was watching and reached out for my hand. I nervously stood and tried to position my body so my own erection wasn't obvious and walked the few feet to his car holding his hand and got in after he opened the door for me. We drove off not saying a word, his hand firmly on my erection. His villa was only a short drive from the café and when we arrived outside the front door he leaned over and kissed my neck.
We were nude in his bed within a few minutes. His body was firm and beautiful. He had a deep all over tan and was fully shaven, including his armpits. balls and beautiful penis.
I meekly told him I had never slept with a man. All he said was Oh my God, beautiful and a virgin.
We made out...our bodies entwined and writhing around the bed. He kissed me passionately and then licked and sucked my balls and penis.
I lay on my back, my legs apart and my knees bent. He mounted me between my thighs. I lifted my legs up and wrapped them around his back and my anus lifted off the bed. Then he gently and expertly made love to me. Whispering that I should relax and push out as he entered me. He worked his penis into me without causing me any more than a twinge of pain and after only a few minutes ejaculated deep inside me, moaning and gasping for breath.
He pulled out and lay beside me. We kissed and hugged and then started to make out some more. He licked and sucked my penis and balls again until I ejaculated down his throat.
We hugged and kissed and then lay in each others arms.
About an hour later we went out to his pool, still nude, and swam for a bit before going back to bed. This time I made love to him. My second ejaculation was much longer in the making. My first anal penetration was as wonderful as the intercourse we had enjoyed earlier.
I spent two nights and then most of the last day with him. We were nude the entire time. I had many ejaculations as did he.
I became bi sexual from that time and eventually figured I was a homosexual when I was about 45. I am still married to a woman I love to bits and with whom I have a wonderful marriage. There is just one thing missing and as we are now both 68, she can live without that. I need men sexually still and often think of Michel when I have a young man deep inside me.
I shared it because my first experience with a man was when I was 28, and my initiation was with a 63 year old. He masturbated while I told him my story and ejaculated. He told me it totally aroused him, so I am sharing it here now.
My wife and I were in France on holiday in 1979 and her sister came over from London for a few days. The girls had been to a church school in New Zealand and they wanted to visit the convent of the same order of nuns in France so left me in the villa we were renting, for 3 days, while they went to the convent.
On the first day I went down to the village for lunch. I was sitting at a little table on the street when a guy drove up in a convertible car which he parked outside the café a few feet from my table. He looked amazing. He was in a casual cream linen suit with an open neck white shirt. He wore dark glasses and his wavy salt and pepper hair was brushed back.
By way of background, we were 20 when we got married in 1971. I had jacked off with guys at college but had never touched another guy sexually. I was however pretty curious and had been tempted on a few occasions to experiment sexually but had never gone through with it. Things were very different in 1971. Homosexuality was very much below the radar in conservative New Zealand and I had supressed and urges to test my sexuality and married my long time girlfriend.
So when I saw this incredibly good looking guy step out of his car and walk into the café it sparked something in my brain and I became very aroused. I was in white shorts and a black polo shirt and had nice loafers on. My black hair was a little longer than I usually wore it as we hade been away a month, and I had sort of parted it in the middle without my wife around and used some hair cream to fix it in place. I had also put one of her silver bangles on. Why had I done this? I felt free and for the first time felt the urge, in a foreign country, to express my feminine side in a public place where I knew no one. It was a little reference to being overtly not the usual me.
After a few moments the guy came out of the café and looked around for a seat. The only free one was next to mine, at my table. You sit side by side at the sidewalk tables in France.
He looked at me and smiled and then walked over and asked if I minded if he joined me as the café was very full. I was quick...a little too quick probably, to say sure and that I would enjoy his company. He introduced himself as Michel and put his beautifully manicured hand out. I stood a little clumsily in the cramped space and shook his hand and introduced myself.
We both sat and he waved to the waiter who came over and took our order.
We made small talk for a while as we waited. I didn't mention my wife. I said I was on holiday from New Zealand and had a few days on the Riviera before meeting friends in Paris. He told me he had been a model when he was about my age and that he was retired having been left comfortably off following the passing of his widowed mother when he was in his early 40's.
The waiter brought our lunch out and he asked if I would like to join him in a carafe of wine, which I accepted.
We chatted about the area we were in and he told me about all the places I should visit while I was there and then he asked if I had a girlfriend. That rather caught me off guard and I was embarrassed that I had not by that time mentioned my wife so I just said no, I was meeting some guys I had met in London once I got to Paris. That seemed to get his attention and a little moment later I was conscious his knee had moved and was resting against mine. I didn't move my knee but just left it against his. I felt a little pang of excitement with that. Not much, just a pang.
He then said Paris was a wonderful city and that as a very attractive young man I should not have any trouble enjoying myself. I felt myself blush. He followed that up quickly by asking if it was ok that he had said how attractive I was. His knee was still against mine and I felt a little more pressure coming from it. I stammered something about being flattered and no it was fine, ha ha...nervously. I felt my penis stir a little as we had this little aside.
He said that's was good, and that I should get used to men expressing themselves openly while I was in France. He continued in a lowered soft voice that there were a lot of gay men in France of all ages, shapes and sizes and that he would expect me to get their attention. With that he very briefly patted my thigh and I immediately got an erection.
Fortunately I was wearing quite baggy white shorts and boxer shorts so my erection was for the most part hidden, but i was so conscious of it and felt sure he could see it,
We eat our lunch and drank the wine and chatted a bit about New Zealand.
He changed the subject to cars and asked if I was interested in them. I said was and that I had noticed his when he drove up. It was a white Mercedes convertible and looked really cool. He then mocked disappointment and said he had rather hoped I had noticed the driver more than the car and laughed confidently. While saying that his hand returned to my thigh with a lot more purpose and my erection, which had subsided a little, became even more obvious. He slid his hand over and gently rubbed my very hard shaft and said well, perhaps you did notice the driver.
I almost ejaculated then and there in the café.
I just looked at him without saying anything for what seemed like a minute, but was probably only a few seconds before he firmly squeezed my hard penis and asked if perhaps I would like to spend the afternoon with him at his villa. After clearing my throat I said, almost silently, that I would and put my hand on his thigh and then his ample bulge.
He gestured to our waiter for the bill which he paid and then stood up, without a care in the world...his erection obvious to anybody who was watching and reached out for my hand. I nervously stood and tried to position my body so my own erection wasn't obvious and walked the few feet to his car holding his hand and got in after he opened the door for me. We drove off not saying a word, his hand firmly on my erection. His villa was only a short drive from the café and when we arrived outside the front door he leaned over and kissed my neck.
We were nude in his bed within a few minutes. His body was firm and beautiful. He had a deep all over tan and was fully shaven, including his armpits. balls and beautiful penis.
I meekly told him I had never slept with a man. All he said was Oh my God, beautiful and a virgin.
We made out...our bodies entwined and writhing around the bed. He kissed me passionately and then licked and sucked my balls and penis.
I lay on my back, my legs apart and my knees bent. He mounted me between my thighs. I lifted my legs up and wrapped them around his back and my anus lifted off the bed. Then he gently and expertly made love to me. Whispering that I should relax and push out as he entered me. He worked his penis into me without causing me any more than a twinge of pain and after only a few minutes ejaculated deep inside me, moaning and gasping for breath.
He pulled out and lay beside me. We kissed and hugged and then started to make out some more. He licked and sucked my penis and balls again until I ejaculated down his throat.
We hugged and kissed and then lay in each others arms.
About an hour later we went out to his pool, still nude, and swam for a bit before going back to bed. This time I made love to him. My second ejaculation was much longer in the making. My first anal penetration was as wonderful as the intercourse we had enjoyed earlier.
I spent two nights and then most of the last day with him. We were nude the entire time. I had many ejaculations as did he.
I became bi sexual from that time and eventually figured I was a homosexual when I was about 45. I am still married to a woman I love to bits and with whom I have a wonderful marriage. There is just one thing missing and as we are now both 68, she can live without that. I need men sexually still and often think of Michel when I have a young man deep inside me.
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