Although much time has passed since my attraction to someone of the same sex began, I can still feel like it all happened yesterday when writing this account.
My name is Pauly and this is my first secret.
In the first decade of the new millennium, as a teenager with hormones racing through my interior, access to porn and erotic material was quite scarce, even more so in a third-world country and conservative like mine. To be able to see the beauty of female nudity on TV, I had to wait for the scenes where Jack draws Rose in the Titanic movie.
If explicit and varied pornography was difficult to access, accessing sexual relations with a woman was simply unattainable. Among school friends, we would gather to look at that material and fantasize about how it would be to be with a girl. There was never a friend who didn't brag about already having debuted and tell us stories about their experiences; the same ones I now find easy to know were just lies to make themselves popular.
However, my thirst and sexual desire increased every day, I saw a lingerie magazine and masturbated, an ad for gum and did it again. I have to admit that I was a hardened masturbator, but with each relief my thirst increased.
Among my school friends, Alex who was the same age as me, would often be alone at home since his parents worked all day and after classes we would meet up at his house to do homework or hang out. We had a lot of trust in each other, to the point where we treated each other like brothers since we had a certain physical resemblance.
Sometimes when we were at his house, listening to electronic music or reggaeton videos with those models showing their cleavages and short clothes, both of us would end up exciting ourselves and initiating conversations directed at sex. About how close we had been to doing it, or which girl we were craving. The sexual tension between us was increasing all the time and when I found myself in the intimacy of my bedroom, I fantasized about taking our talks to something real; I was sure he was masturbating almost as much as I was, but my mind was playing tricks on me, making me believe that maybe this sexual tension was just in my head and that when I tried something with him, he would reject me and judge me, telling everyone at school that I was gay, which back then would have been my social death. The days passed and my wankings increased, most of the time fantasizing about women, but sometimes also fantasizing about a sexual encounter with Alex. The school year ended and Alex went on vacation, and when he returned, he asked me to go with him to buy condoms because he was going to have sex with his girlfriend and didn't want her to get pregnant, however, while we were alone in his house, I felt that old sexual tension again. Something relaxed about being on vacation and wearing clothes other than the usual school uniform, he wore loose pants and a T-shirt, while I always wore jeans or corduroy pants because I felt comfortable with them. We sat down in his room and opened the box of condoms, both ignorant of how to use them, but I saw an opportunity that I had been looking for. He started telling me about his sexual advances with his girlfriend, which hadn't been consummated yet since they didn't have condoms, however, while he was telling me, I drew all those images in my mind and when I returned to reality, I could notice that we both had an erection. So I gathered my courage and asked him if he knew how to put on a condom, to which he understood my intentions and responded that no, but we could figure it out together. Instinctively we started kissing, it was the first time I had kissed a man and although I hadn't kissed many girls I had some experience and definitely the sensation was totally different. Our kisses lacked the sweetness of a woman's lips, on the contrary, they were full of passion, lust, and desire. He caressed my legs and my body reacted in a way I had never experienced before, all of which I enjoyed.
I put my hand on his leg and he quickly pulled it towards his erect penis, which through his thin pants allowed me to feel its firmness and pulse. I started rubbing him from top to bottom as if I were masturbating him and he unbuttoned my belt and opened my pants, introduced his hand under my underwear and returned the favor by squeezing my penis and also masturbating me.
At that moment, I wasn't thinking of anything, consumed by passion we didn't stop kissing and I also put my hand under his boxer briefs to feel with my hand that pulsing piece of flesh, since until then it was the first time I had touched a penis that wasn't mine.
We reclined on the couch, he lowered my pants and boxers up to my knees, I corresponded by undressing him from the waist down, he got on top of me and we continued kissing and moving instinctively led by pleasure, joining our erect penises and feeling each other's bodies. Our breathing was agitated since both of us were debuting in the gay world.
After continuing to rub our bodies against each other like a couple having sex, he got up beside me and continued masturbating me. I did the same and it didn't take more than 5 minutes for both of us to ejaculate on our stomachs.
Still agitated and not understanding very well what had just happened, we cleaned ourselves up and I told him I hope when you're with your girlfriend that you put on a condom. We laughed together, got dressed and left Walking, maybe to clear my mind and better absorb what we had experienced. However, that event strengthened our intimacy, friendship, and trust. That was the first time we 'played' together, but definitely not the last. Although I'll tell you about it later.If you liked my story, which is 100% true, I hope for your points and comments. Especially let me know if you want to know more.
My name is Pauly and this is my first secret.
In the first decade of the new millennium, as a teenager with hormones racing through my interior, access to porn and erotic material was quite scarce, even more so in a third-world country and conservative like mine. To be able to see the beauty of female nudity on TV, I had to wait for the scenes where Jack draws Rose in the Titanic movie.
If explicit and varied pornography was difficult to access, accessing sexual relations with a woman was simply unattainable. Among school friends, we would gather to look at that material and fantasize about how it would be to be with a girl. There was never a friend who didn't brag about already having debuted and tell us stories about their experiences; the same ones I now find easy to know were just lies to make themselves popular.
However, my thirst and sexual desire increased every day, I saw a lingerie magazine and masturbated, an ad for gum and did it again. I have to admit that I was a hardened masturbator, but with each relief my thirst increased.
Among my school friends, Alex who was the same age as me, would often be alone at home since his parents worked all day and after classes we would meet up at his house to do homework or hang out. We had a lot of trust in each other, to the point where we treated each other like brothers since we had a certain physical resemblance.
Sometimes when we were at his house, listening to electronic music or reggaeton videos with those models showing their cleavages and short clothes, both of us would end up exciting ourselves and initiating conversations directed at sex. About how close we had been to doing it, or which girl we were craving. The sexual tension between us was increasing all the time and when I found myself in the intimacy of my bedroom, I fantasized about taking our talks to something real; I was sure he was masturbating almost as much as I was, but my mind was playing tricks on me, making me believe that maybe this sexual tension was just in my head and that when I tried something with him, he would reject me and judge me, telling everyone at school that I was gay, which back then would have been my social death. The days passed and my wankings increased, most of the time fantasizing about women, but sometimes also fantasizing about a sexual encounter with Alex. The school year ended and Alex went on vacation, and when he returned, he asked me to go with him to buy condoms because he was going to have sex with his girlfriend and didn't want her to get pregnant, however, while we were alone in his house, I felt that old sexual tension again. Something relaxed about being on vacation and wearing clothes other than the usual school uniform, he wore loose pants and a T-shirt, while I always wore jeans or corduroy pants because I felt comfortable with them. We sat down in his room and opened the box of condoms, both ignorant of how to use them, but I saw an opportunity that I had been looking for. He started telling me about his sexual advances with his girlfriend, which hadn't been consummated yet since they didn't have condoms, however, while he was telling me, I drew all those images in my mind and when I returned to reality, I could notice that we both had an erection. So I gathered my courage and asked him if he knew how to put on a condom, to which he understood my intentions and responded that no, but we could figure it out together. Instinctively we started kissing, it was the first time I had kissed a man and although I hadn't kissed many girls I had some experience and definitely the sensation was totally different. Our kisses lacked the sweetness of a woman's lips, on the contrary, they were full of passion, lust, and desire. He caressed my legs and my body reacted in a way I had never experienced before, all of which I enjoyed.
I put my hand on his leg and he quickly pulled it towards his erect penis, which through his thin pants allowed me to feel its firmness and pulse. I started rubbing him from top to bottom as if I were masturbating him and he unbuttoned my belt and opened my pants, introduced his hand under my underwear and returned the favor by squeezing my penis and also masturbating me.
At that moment, I wasn't thinking of anything, consumed by passion we didn't stop kissing and I also put my hand under his boxer briefs to feel with my hand that pulsing piece of flesh, since until then it was the first time I had touched a penis that wasn't mine.
We reclined on the couch, he lowered my pants and boxers up to my knees, I corresponded by undressing him from the waist down, he got on top of me and we continued kissing and moving instinctively led by pleasure, joining our erect penises and feeling each other's bodies. Our breathing was agitated since both of us were debuting in the gay world.
After continuing to rub our bodies against each other like a couple having sex, he got up beside me and continued masturbating me. I did the same and it didn't take more than 5 minutes for both of us to ejaculate on our stomachs.
Still agitated and not understanding very well what had just happened, we cleaned ourselves up and I told him I hope when you're with your girlfriend that you put on a condom. We laughed together, got dressed and left Walking, maybe to clear my mind and better absorb what we had experienced. However, that event strengthened our intimacy, friendship, and trust. That was the first time we 'played' together, but definitely not the last. Although I'll tell you about it later.If you liked my story, which is 100% true, I hope for your points and comments. Especially let me know if you want to know more.
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