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A few weeks later I was bored and horny and a little stoned so I called him. He invited me over to his place to watch porn with him and his roommate. It wasn't long before we were all in bed having a threesome. I'm happily married to a woman now, but I'm glad I did that back then. It was fun and it felt good. I don't really know how or why I started, but I began watching and getting off to gay porn. The thing is, outside of watching porn, I don't find men attractive at all. I have never checked out or noticed another man in a real-life situation, but I can completely fantasize about it if I'm watching gay porn.
We went for a short drive and talked for a few minutes and I started backing out so he took me back to my car. We pulled up beside my car and he gave a last shot at keeping things going and asked if I just wanted to try holding his dick, and I agreed. He took it out and I started giving him a hand job, which lasted about a minute before I just went for it and started blowing him. I blew him for a few minutes in his car and then we decided I'd jump in my car and follow him back to his place just a few minutes away.
We got to his house and I got back to sucking his dick on his couch, and he got my shorts off and rubbed my dick some while I blew him. He was really excited to blow me, but I wasn't the least bit hard and nothing he was doing was making it happen. I was just over it at this point — told him I was sorry but I needed to go, and bailed quickly. I felt bad ditching the guy. He seemed nice enough, but I had my moment of experimentation and realized it wasn't what I was into. I was single and 23 at the time and selfishly thought, 'Welp, somebody thinks you're funny and attractive, you'd totally do Chris Hemsworth, why not give it a go?
I distanced myself without officially breaking up, and I never heard from him again. They told us that we have to first if we want them to, so being close bros and all, we started to make out. More girls started looking and were actually getting quite turned on so we started getting more into it because we knew if we give it our all we'll get something better after.
The reward afterwards was totally worth it! We just laugh it off as a good story now. I'd been curious for a while before this happened. He identifies as gay. We drank some whiskey and one thing led to another and we ended up sucking each other's dicks and making out for a while. I was hanging out with my BFF since fourth grade, who's First time bi curious stories. We were probably both 19 or so.
On two occasions, we put on some porn, starting masturbating, then gave each other very excellent hand jobs. I never even considered getting involved with another guy for years after, and am happily married to a woman. So once I went to grad school in another state, it seemed like the perfect time. I downloaded Grindr and had quite a few hookups. I eventually realized that I was doing all these anonymous hookups out of physical attractions and mostly boredom. Hooking up with guys is a lot easier than girls. Now I consider myself straight and looking for the right girl with the occasional guy hookup when I'm bored.
Nothing ever went too far, typically just masturbating together and occasionally jerking each other off. He was the one who initiated it; it came about as a truth or dare game. I was hesitant at first but eventually came around.
It was fun but nothing that I would do anymore. I had always wondered if I was actually gay, so I started looking at both genders on Tinder. I matched with a year-old guy and we ended up having sex in the woods near his house. He was actually really strange and I didn't feel comfortable about it at all. I've hooked up and had sex with other guys since then, but always in a period of severe loneliness.
I'm not really sure I'm gay, but I'm probably not entirely straight either. Looking back on it, I don't regret all of my male sexual experiences, but the first one has always left me feeling a bit disgusted with myself. I kind of sensed that he was attracted to me, but I never paid any mind to it. Everyone was pretty sure he was gay, but none of that mattered. I myself was known for sleeping around, and I was in an on-and-off relationship, but never considered myself gay. Things got wild, and I ended up trashed. Everyone did. My roommate ended up stumbling into my room and landed on my bed.
I just laid there and blew it off. He started getting handsy, and I immediately knew where this was going. He told me to relax, and I was pretty horny anyways. He ended up giving me a blowjob, and it was completely mind-blowing. We ended up doing things the rest of the time I lived with him. I eventually reciprocated, but we never did First time bi curious stories aside from oral or masturbation.
I don't think it defined my sexuality, because I First time bi curious stories identify as straight. It was a good experience, and I wouldn't change anything. Later that night at his house, we were watching a movie and he started playing with my crotch with his feet, and ended up unzipping my pants. He asked if he could give me a blowjob and I said sure.
He did, but I couldn't give one to him because it was too weird for me at the time. That was my first sexual experience in general, let alone man-on-man experience. I didn't end up having sex with a girl until I was 18, five years after that gay experience. One time I gave him a ride home and he jokingly said, 'I'd offer to blow you but my tits are in the shop. So I unzipped my pants and took my dick out kind of joking, kind of not.
He started sucking and I kept driving until we got close to his house and he told me to pull over and I blew my load in his mouth and then he said he was going to eat my ass. He got out of the car, walked around to the driver's side and opened my door. I got out and leaned onto my car and he ate my ass for a long time. This was on a suburban cul-de-sac he loves puns so maybe that was part of his plan. Anyway it was unreal. It felt so good my legs were shaking. I kinda came again but there wasn't much and he said, 'You don't have any more for me?
I was so nervous to see him at school. He wasn't that drunk though. Nothing like that has happened since.
No girl has ever offered to eat my ass. I've met a few of his boyfriends and wonder if my dick is bigger than theirs. This all makes me sound pretty gay but I'm really not. About the time we were 10 or 11, we changed in front of each other and started to compare body parts.
The two of us comparing body parts continued to grow, and as we grew into our adolescent years we began feeling each other, experimented with hand jobs, blow jobs, and we ended up going all the way. We were each other's firsts for everything sexually speaking, and it started out as just being curious and figuring out what felt good sexually. While we were experimenting, we would both talk about what we were doing with each other, and say that we both liked girls and didn't feel gay, but we were confused about why we would always do homosexual things with each other.
He was the only guy I have ever hooked up with, and as far as I know, I was the only dude he's hooked up with. The sexual things we did together stopped soon after high school, and we haven't brought it up since. One thing led to another and we were talking about how long it had been since each of us had sex. We joked about giving each other blowjobs, and one of my friends happened to be gay.
He leaned over and whispered he was going to give me the best blowjob of my life. Because I was so drunk, we went to the bathroom together. I have to say it was a pretty good blowjob. It was purely just for fun and for a different experience. I don't really think much about it now. I go through most of my life not even considering gay sex, then I get some kind of stress, usually work-related. Next thing I know I'm literally bumping into guys cruising for First time bi curious stories and I'm almost on gay autopilot.
Afterwards I usually feel less stressed but guilty as well. Eventually I ended up visiting a gay spa and sucking off some random guy through a gloryhole. I also had variations of 'I can't believe I'm doing this' running through my head for most of the time, but that just made it better in a strange way. It didn't teach me anything about my sexuality that I didn't already know, but it certainly satisfied my curiosity. I'm straight and proud, just a little curious Half drunk, half sober, and fully turned on.
I'd known the guy since sophomore year of high school, and didn't think much if it at the time. A dumb kiss and a little grinding, just guys having fun and occupying another while bored. My now ex girlfriend had ditched me, and I was left with him and a few friends. It wasn't my first party, but I felt as if it was. I spent most of the night eating candy from the snack table, and drinking an odd mix of three different liquors. We were close, used to one another, and we wanted to get rid of our boredom, so dancing together wasn't a big shit of a deal.
A group of girls said we were hot together, so we kissed. And it actually affected me more than I thought it would. Before I knew it we were going down on each other in my poor pal's room. I regret messing up the bedroom, not having sex. We shared a room and one day he got out of the shower and walked around the room totally naked and didn't seem to think it was awkward. Later that night when I took a shower I did the same thing. We were both pretty fit for 14 year olds since we both swam competitively. At that point I really realized I was attracted to guys.
That night we fooled around and made out and eventually more. I've hooked up with a few guys in between relationships — even friends — since then, but entirely for sex. When I asked First time bi curious stories to help me with it, he turned a vibrant shade of red. After teasing him a little, I asked him if something was wrong. He then not only came out to me, but confessed that he had a crush on me. I was a little shocked, but I told him, 'Wow. One: I should have known, considering you have the entire musical Wicked memorized.
Two: You really have poor taste in men. I got hard, he got hard, we both got hella embarrassed. He took a deep breath, leaned in and started singing a song I now know as 'Dead Girl Walking. I sat up, realized that it could be fun, and said 'Fuck it,' and we went at it. Let's just say he meant what he sang. We messed around occasionally until we graduated, and then went our separate ways.
I sometimes wish I still could — he was honestly better in bed in every way than my current girlfriend. Share This Article Facebook.First time bi curious stories
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