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Straight Male / 64
I Cannot Forget My First Sexual Experience
The truth is that most sexual adventures occur when you are young and inexperienced. Sometimes doors open, other times the experiences are negative. And some you never share with anyone. This experience happened during the summer of 1978 when I was 19 before my second year of college.
I was working as a desk clerk in a full service mid level hotel. As a college student I was the relief shift, working any of the three shifts as needed. I knew most of the staff, and got along well. That fateful night I was working both Friday and Saturday nights. Friday night there was a disturbance, a drunk guest who had started firing a pistol in the air, scaring other guests in the hotel. I got the call.
The security guard got cold feet. It was my problem. I faced the guest with weak knees but a firm voice. After a few minutes he surrendered the gun. Everyone was asked to go to their rooms. The police arrived, he was interviewed and questioned, given a citation with a fine, and the gun confiscated. Another hot night in Big D.
The next day the manager called me in, he reprimanded me for getting involved. The security guard, he was at work Saturday night. I was the fool, he was the smart one. I should have waited for the police. The word got around, most coworkers disagreed with the manager. As my Saturday night shift was coming to an end the bartender, a Mexican man in his thirties stopped and asked me to go to breakfast when I got off. We went to Denny's.
He was supportive, felt the manager was wrong, he wanted to tell me personally. Then the subject changed to college and girlfriends. Not being a cool guy on campus I told him I was unlucky with the girls. Only later did I remember him holding my hand, being supportive. He invited me to his apartment. A non descript cheap one bedroom, he offered me a drink and a toke. I had never seen pot in real life, I coughed, but took it in. I was light headed when I looked up, he was standing in his dirty briefs, his dick half erect poking the fabric. He was annoyed, he had asked me to come to bed.
He helped me undress, he sucked my dick. He pushed his briefs off and offered me his dick to suck. While he held my dick in his hand, I held his and sucked it. My head was dancing, half awake, half aware, I was on his bed while he kissed me, stroked me, sucked me, and had me suck him some more. I felt his finger sliding around and poking in my asshole. He lubed his dick and told me to lay on my stomach. Then, he was on me, his dick in my asshole, fucking me, getting stronger and stronger, he griped my shoulders and came, withdrawing slowly.
I never went back to his apartment. I was embarrassed to talk to him. I went back to school. I had been fucked, I had sucked a man's dick, I had kissed a man. I was a different man. It took years before I dated a woman, more years before I got married, 45 years later I remember it like yesterday. I've come to accept it, the best sex I ever had. I played my roll in society, but maybe there was another role I could have played. I would welcome an experience like that again.
I was working as a desk clerk in a full service mid level hotel. As a college student I was the relief shift, working any of the three shifts as needed. I knew most of the staff, and got along well. That fateful night I was working both Friday and Saturday nights. Friday night there was a disturbance, a drunk guest who had started firing a pistol in the air, scaring other guests in the hotel. I got the call.
The security guard got cold feet. It was my problem. I faced the guest with weak knees but a firm voice. After a few minutes he surrendered the gun. Everyone was asked to go to their rooms. The police arrived, he was interviewed and questioned, given a citation with a fine, and the gun confiscated. Another hot night in Big D.
The next day the manager called me in, he reprimanded me for getting involved. The security guard, he was at work Saturday night. I was the fool, he was the smart one. I should have waited for the police. The word got around, most coworkers disagreed with the manager. As my Saturday night shift was coming to an end the bartender, a Mexican man in his thirties stopped and asked me to go to breakfast when I got off. We went to Denny's.
He was supportive, felt the manager was wrong, he wanted to tell me personally. Then the subject changed to college and girlfriends. Not being a cool guy on campus I told him I was unlucky with the girls. Only later did I remember him holding my hand, being supportive. He invited me to his apartment. A non descript cheap one bedroom, he offered me a drink and a toke. I had never seen pot in real life, I coughed, but took it in. I was light headed when I looked up, he was standing in his dirty briefs, his dick half erect poking the fabric. He was annoyed, he had asked me to come to bed.
He helped me undress, he sucked my dick. He pushed his briefs off and offered me his dick to suck. While he held my dick in his hand, I held his and sucked it. My head was dancing, half awake, half aware, I was on his bed while he kissed me, stroked me, sucked me, and had me suck him some more. I felt his finger sliding around and poking in my asshole. He lubed his dick and told me to lay on my stomach. Then, he was on me, his dick in my asshole, fucking me, getting stronger and stronger, he griped my shoulders and came, withdrawing slowly.
I never went back to his apartment. I was embarrassed to talk to him. I went back to school. I had been fucked, I had sucked a man's dick, I had kissed a man. I was a different man. It took years before I dated a woman, more years before I got married, 45 years later I remember it like yesterday. I've come to accept it, the best sex I ever had. I played my roll in society, but maybe there was another role I could have played. I would welcome an experience like that again.
