This is what my first gay sex looked like
I am 36 years old... And relatively sure that you would have expected a different age group when you read the headline.
But what am I supposed to do with my résumé? I knew I was gay when I was 20, but I never dared to admit it. On the contrary! I actually always had a girlfriend. More as an alibi. No one suspected that I would be into guys.
But it was like this. I was watching gay porn and I remember one of my partners caught me doing it once. God, it was embarrassing! I stammered something about "I thought this was 'normal' porn!" and felt extremely stupid myself.
However. Those times are over. Now I can stand by myself and live out my sexuality openly. Since I am still an absolute zero flirt technically, I decided that my first gay sex should take place with a callboy. Why not? After all, these are guys who know what they are doing.
So I ordered a callboy to my home. I already said on the phone that it would be my first gay sex. I did not want to lie and was anyway sure that one would look at me my "shaky legs" anyway.
My first gay sex - I was so excited
Admittedly: I'm not bad looking and have already slept with several women in the course of my life. But I've never been as excited as I was on the day in question.
What would I want to do? Above all: What would I be able to do? Do I pay before or after? And what do I actually like?
Questions upon questions. Suddenly, however, I no longer had time to think about everything. Because: The doorbell rang. The guy looked really good and was about my age.
He came in and we made small talk. Kind of funny. Both know why he was here and you talk about the weather. But anyway. At one point he looked at his watch, "Time for fun!". I think I would have found this saying "funny" to "embarrassing" if a woman had addressed me like that in a bar, but that evening, my tail twitched.
And that's exactly what he seemed to feel. He smirked and began to undress. At some point he stood naked in front of me. The whole picture must have looked really funny. I - completely dressed and he - not.
At some point he took heart, because he obviously noticed that everything was a little uncomfortable for me. He knelt in front of me and opened my pants. He pulled them down and began to jerk off. Both on me and on himself. Our cocks were both hard and I pulled my shirt over my head so we were both naked. I realized fairly quickly that the excitement, the new situation, and his jerk-off skills were about to make me cum uninhibitedly in his face. Therefore, I asked him if we should not go to the bedroom. A little "breather" so to speak.
He followed me and lay down directly on the bed, from where he stretched his ass towards me. Now I was really overwhelmed. I knew what he expected from me, but didn't know if my first gay sex would be as successful as I hoped. "Different?" he grinned, indicating to me that we could just switch positions.
Somehow I preferred that. I put a thick pillow under my belly and stretched my butt towards him. I heard how he opened a tube of lubricant, which he had probably smuggled into the bedroom (it was not from me). He took out a - as he said - "good portion" and rubbed it between my cheeks. However, he did not penetrate me.
His fingers just slipped from top to bottom and made me hornier and hornier. At some point I wished he would penetrate me and maybe I transferred my thoughts to him. Because: Exactly at this point he began to stretch me.
God, that was a great feeling. I knew what was coming now. He brought himself into position, jerked himself a few more times and then penetrated me. So he lay on me and moved very little. At some point, I couldn't take it anymore because of the horniness and heard myself saying "Deeper!" and "Faster!". He was probably just waiting for a command of this kind. From that point on, he rammed me the way I had seen it done in many movies. I moaned loudly and heard him start breathing heavily too. The mix of our sounds was making me hornier and hornier. When he noticed that I seemed to find it very horny the way my first gay sex went like this, he became more experimental. He pulled his cock out again and again, "teased me" a little and then thrust again.
"Do you want me to come inside you?" he asked me. How horny! He was obviously having fun too! "No, I want to see you jerk off!", I answered and was also kind of proud to be so confident.
So we knelt in front of each other, groping each other with one hand and jerking off with the other. His cock was really big and I noticed that I was about to come. That's exactly what he was checking out. He laid down on his back in front of me before my "final shot" so I could cum on his chest. I slumped down and grinned. My first gay sex was really cool.
My callboy looked at me. "And me?" Oh yeah! True. Even though he was paid by me, of course, I wasn't an inhuman. Somehow I visibly liked the fact that he obviously had it in for my ass. I now lay down in front of him, like a kind of "package" and pulled my knees up to my shoulders as far as I could. Now he could take me and I could enjoy everything once again. Just like him. He fucked me harder and harder until he came with a loud moan.
At this point, at the latest, my neighbors should also have wondered about two moaning guys in my apartment.
But the nice thing is that I did not care. My first gay sex with this callboy will always remain in my memory and I am honestly also glad that we have dated a few more times. I feel like I can trust him 100 percent with him. He has witnessed my first time and gets more and more how much I love to come out of me. Meanwhile, I masturbate even more often than before, especially to find out what I enjoy and what I might want to try with my callboy.
I find the fact that he doesn't "just work", but wants to get his own money's worth, particularly appealing. So we complement each other super. I am also no longer afraid to take HIM. Since the first time I heard him moan when I put my cock in him, I know that he extremely enjoys the visits with me. He begged me not to stop and only gave rest when he had sprayed my sheet full of his juice.
I am not ready for a real relationship with a man I love. I will let off steam a little until then.