dick gay stories from my semester from canada
Do you want an extraordinary cock gay story with an unusual backstory? Then you are exactly right here with me! Because I have a homosexual adventure for you, which is guaranteed to stimulate your horny head cinema. Background: I had the pleasure to spend a pretty horny and homoerotic time at a university in Canada.
I study English and History in Germany and could afford to spend a semester abroad in Canada. Pretty quickly I made friends with my Canadian roommate. It was just honest to tell him straight up that I was gay. I was a little afraid of how he would react, but his only comment was that he was glad I wouldn't get in his way with women. How convenient!
A visit to an ice hockey game should then change everything. The evening went a bit funny, because the night before he had caught me having sex with a fellow student. He asked me funny questions all day and wanted to know how it was to have sex with a guy.
At some point I had enough and told him that I would like to spend a relaxed evening and watch a field hockey game without chatting about dick gay stories. Fortunately, the matter was then also done and we could devote ourselves further to the game. This then went exactly as I had imagined. The game was exciting and the atmosphere in the hall could not have been better.
During the break, I joked with my roommate. We joked about who knew more about sports and he once called me "Gay dude" as a joke.
This did not seem to please a fan from the USA. He called me a "faggot" and said that I should be put up against the wall.
It didn't take long before my colleague forgot the Canadian politeness and started to fight with the American. With a well-aimed blow to the jaw, the whole thing was over. He was celebrated by other home fans and at that moment I felt I had really arrived ... even though I don't approve of violence, of course.
The evening was then relaxed again. We celebrated and our team won the game by a landslide. When we went back to the dorm, we were already well drunk. It wasn't long before he started asking me about my homosexuality again.
From a humid evening to an erotic semester
That evening, my semester would simultaneously turn into a homoerotic journey, in the context of which I probably made a Canadian citizen gay.
We decided to walk home, ... which took a little while as we swayed more than we walked. He asked me at one point what it was like to kiss a man and if it felt like kissing a woman. In my drunken head I said, "Why don't you try it and then you'll know."
He stopped and stared at me, then stepped closer to me, looked deep into my eyes, took one deep breath and kissed me. I did not know what happened to me. That's why I couldn't enjoy this kiss. In my confusion, I took a step back. He apologized and I could see his disappointment. To lighten the mood, I just said, "Probably not the way you imagined it, right?".
He looked at me and said, "No, but better"-I stopped at this sentence. I had to process that first. The rest of the way home was rather quiet and only in the room the mood gradually loosened. We had another drink and suddenly he was standing in front of me again. He pulled me up from the bed and kissed me again. This time I did not push him away.
If he really wanted to know what gay sex was like, he should find out. After all, he could cancel at any time.
But he didn't seem to think about breaking off at all. He kissed me passionately and his hands did not know where to go. Was this my next cock gay adventure?
As he worked his way towards my penis, I rejected his hands and took the lead in this love game. After all, his first experience should be positive.
I first took care of getting rid of the clothes and already saw that he had a hard boner in his pants. I kissed him again and worked my way down his chest. He moaned slightly as I began to blow his bulging cock. While I was giving him a blowjob, he took my head in his hand and stroked it, telling me over and over how horny it would feel.
It had been a long time since someone enjoyed a blowjob from me so much. At least five minutes I was at his cock before I turned him gently. Now I was also getting hotter and it already had its charm to be the first man in this asshole. I noticed that he was a little nervous and I must admit: I enjoyed that a little.
I slowly started to spoil his asshole with my tongue. Then I added my fingers and stretched him a little. At some point I was in it with two fingers. I decided to give him a prostate massage first before I would just gay fuck him with my cock until I was satisfied... and of course ideally he would be too.
The prostate massage seemed to confuse him enormously, because he kept looking at me, moaning and at some point screaming that he was about to have an orgasm. This he also got and his cock splashed the sperm on the bed. This was my opportunity to please myself.
I put on a condom, took plenty of lube and finally wanted to take this ass through. When I touched his hole with my glans, my tail twitched violently and I had problems to be careful, because I would have liked to fuck him already unrestrained. But I took my time and eventually I was completely inside him.
I lay down on top of him, because he should not only feel my horny cock inside him, but also other tenderness, like kisses or caresses. My desire was great and therefore I decided to fuck him for a long time so that he knows what it means to have sex with me. Again and again I thrust harder and faster until I could no longer restrain my desire and I took him so hard until I came moaning to orgasm.
Since that evening we had sex more often this semester. That was all two years ago now and he sent me a photo with his new boyfriend the other day. Somehow it makes me proud that I could help someone to find his sexuality and directly populate it with positive experiences.
It makes me dirty?