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Gay Stories
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Gay Male / 43
My First Experience,
I was accepted for graduate school so I moved to where my next University experience would be. Looking for cheap housing near campus I rented a small garage apartment from a Social Science professor. I got a part time job on campus working for him because of my Statistics undergrad.
From the beginning he was very helpful, and opened his house for me to use the laundry. A few weeks after school started I was doing my laundry late at night and he surprised me, he came out of his room naked. It was a 'moment', he was forward, after putting my clothes in the drier to come join him in the room.
I won't pretend that more than once I had serious questions about where I stood with my sexual identity. But I had never been proposed, and a naked man had never asked me to join him. I had a very few minutes putting my clothes in the drier, walk out or join him.
Curiosity got to me, and I walked back to his room and stood in the doorway. He was on his bed under the covers, a gay film on his tv. He lifted the covers, he was obviously naked, and asked me to join him. Like the proverbial siren's song, I slowly moved forward. He got out of bed and helped me undress until I was naked, and as he sat on the bed he took me in his hand and started to suck me.
The rest you can imagine, in his bed with the porn video on the tv, I sucked his cock, and he got my virginity. Pleasure was not what I felt, it was a nervous, scary experience. I left his room, got dressed quickly and retrieved my clothes from the drier. In my bed in the small apartment I thought about what had happened. I was gay.
I learned to enjoy the sex with him, in particular servicing him to completion. I finished my grad program and left to start my life after college. It was a long time before I met a man, and got with him. It didn't escape me, that this man was much like my landlord in grad school. Bookish, older, gay, and had a definite taste for younger men.
From the beginning he was very helpful, and opened his house for me to use the laundry. A few weeks after school started I was doing my laundry late at night and he surprised me, he came out of his room naked. It was a 'moment', he was forward, after putting my clothes in the drier to come join him in the room.
I won't pretend that more than once I had serious questions about where I stood with my sexual identity. But I had never been proposed, and a naked man had never asked me to join him. I had a very few minutes putting my clothes in the drier, walk out or join him.
Curiosity got to me, and I walked back to his room and stood in the doorway. He was on his bed under the covers, a gay film on his tv. He lifted the covers, he was obviously naked, and asked me to join him. Like the proverbial siren's song, I slowly moved forward. He got out of bed and helped me undress until I was naked, and as he sat on the bed he took me in his hand and started to suck me.
The rest you can imagine, in his bed with the porn video on the tv, I sucked his cock, and he got my virginity. Pleasure was not what I felt, it was a nervous, scary experience. I left his room, got dressed quickly and retrieved my clothes from the drier. In my bed in the small apartment I thought about what had happened. I was gay.
I learned to enjoy the sex with him, in particular servicing him to completion. I finished my grad program and left to start my life after college. It was a long time before I met a man, and got with him. It didn't escape me, that this man was much like my landlord in grad school. Bookish, older, gay, and had a definite taste for younger men.
