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I was had enjoyed sex with girls already but most of my fantasies involved being with men. I had been up town and was walking home through my suburban neighbohood when a guy in a car came up next to me and asked me if I wanted a beer..i said no. A few blocks down the road he was out of his car with his dick out and said "do you want a blowjob?" I said no though I was intrigued. He could tell by my slight hesitation in my reply that I wanted to do it but was scared. He then pulled up next to me in his car and started to convince me to get in his car and let him suck me off. I finally agreed because I couldn't resist the urge to act on what I really desired. He pulled into a parking lot across form my home and I pulled my 8" raging hard on from my pants. Hemarveled at my dick size and asked me if I jacked off a lot. I replied yes and he then went to work on me. I had received blowjobs from girls before but I could never get fully hard and I certainly never came from them. This was completely different. He was masterful. Oh the warm mouth going up and down on my teenage desire. After a minute or two I asked if I oculd suck his penis, he pulled his pants down and I engulfed my first penis in my mouth. It was everything I had hoped for, delicious. He told me how good my technique was and after a minute or two he then wanted to suck me some more. I exploded in his mouth very quickly. I felt dep shame but immense satisfaction. I did not have another male experience until I was 21 and then for five years I did it all with coutless men. I even told my future wife about getting _____ in the ass by a big black man whle I was living with her and she still married me. I have not been with a man for 12 years (except for that acidental blowjob a few years ago while playing with myself at peep show) I am now divorced and am considering getting back to what I really love...beautiful hard peniss. Sex with a woman is very satisfying but I always take awhile to come

SEXUALITY: Straight
GENDER: Male
TITLE: first bi experience

We lived in a suburb and I didn't have a lot of friends. One day when evryone was gone I snuck into my step brothers room because I had seen where he hid his porn. I was looking at one that had bi-domination, got arouse and was rubbing my penis. I didn't realize but my stepbrother, I'll call him Dan, had come in and was standing at the door to his room. Dan was with his girflriend and her friend. Dan did not get upset but said so you like that stuff and had a look on his face. The two girls smiled. Dan said the penalty for breaking ito his room and for not telling on me was that I had to do whatever he and the girls wanted. They got undressed and each started fondling me. The girlfriend put her entire mouth over my balls and started sucking and chewing. I had to such Dan's penis and he came in my mouth and all over my chest and they began to rub the semen all over me. I then had to lay on the bed and orally masterbate the other girl until she came and she did. I had never seen a girl climax before and she was squirting and I felt all this warm juice on my mouth, face and body. At first I thought she was peeing on me and so totally forgot about the other gril still sucking my penis. Dan then got some vaseline, rubbed it on my dick and told me to enter him from behind. I shot my load into his ass while the girl was licking my balls and his girlfriend sucking his dick. After that, Dan and I had a lot of sex together when we were alone.

SEXUALITY: straight
GENDER:
TITLE: Me and Matt

A few weeks ago, my cousin came over to my house for the weekend. Now he's 13 and I'm 14 and we've always been very open with one another. Neither of us, however, had actually seen the other's penis. After a while we got to talking, and the first thing that came up was masturbation. My mom and dad left to run errands, and when they go out they always go to dinner as well. That gave us a solid four hours of alone time before they brought us home some food. Naturally, we hopped on the computer and began to play some online game he's obsessed with. He asked me if I wanted to check out some porn, and I hastily agreed. Five minutes into it, he began absentmindedly rubbing his crotch, and I noticed he had a hard-on. This triggered mine (as if the porn wasn't enough...). I was a little nervous when he slipped his pants down to his ancles and whipped out a five-inch erect penis. I wasted no time in ripping off my pants, and we examined each other's tools. One thing led to another and we were lying on my bed, the computer screen wiped clean of the porno, jacking each other off. He dared me to suck his penis, to which I shrugged and began to lick his dick. I put his whole dick in my mouth and sucked him off, getting him to the point right before orgasm, then waiting until it went down, then sucking it again until he was right there again. He said, "My turn," and sucked my penis. It was incredible! I wanted ejaculate right there, but I told him to lay flat on the bed, which he immediately did. I got some vaseline and greased up my dick, sliding it smoothly into his ass. There I was, having anal sex with my cousin Matt. I slid my penis in and out of his ass slowly, savoring the slight moaning sounds he was making. We turned over, and he began to masturbate while I bounced him up and down over my dick. By now it had been about and hour, but I wasn't eager to rush things. So we did it in different positions for another thirty minutes, until he began to shudder violently, blasting cum out of his dick and all over my floor (hardwood). I did him doggy stile until I hit orgasm, and my cum sprayed inside his ass. Some even leaked out around the sides! It was extraordinary! I couldn't believe how good that felt! I sucked my cum out from his ass and licked some up off his dick and the floor, and we french kissed, sharing each other's cum. Finally, we cleaned up and took to playing that internet game again. My parents came home, and we ate dinner. That night, we jacked off and he left the next morning. My family has another house in Mississippi, and he's coming with us...!

SEXUALITY: Gay
GENDER: Male
TITLE: Night Bus Trip across Nepal

I had just crossed the border from West Bengal in India into eastern Nepal. I was traveling with a family I had met--young parents and two pre-teenage children. We were headed for Kathmandu and planned to be at the border only until the night bus left around 8:00 p.m. You never know about buses in this area. Although we had assigned seats, we wanted to get on board early to assure that there would be no problem. We boarded about 7:00 and waited. Having an empty seat beside myself, I wondered who my night traveling partner would be. Being gay, I hoped it would be a man. As new passengers approached, my reactions would vary: That one is handsome, please let him sit beside me. No, please don't let that woman have this seat. The bus was filling up and it was 7:45. I was beginning to wonder whether anyone would sit beside me. Maybe they weren't selling that seat so that no one would have to share the ride with the westerner. At the last minute, however, a young man in black slacks and a white shirt appeared and took the seat. He was a little overweight, but he was professional looking. We would be traveling for about 14 hours together, so we were going to be close for a long time. I was satisfied with him. I was pleasantly surprised to learn that he spoke English quite well. We introduced ourselves. I told him I was a teacher from America. He told me he was a minister from Kathmandu. Actually, he explained that he was a Christian seminary graduate who did not yet have a church. He was helping run a children's home and was trying to establish a church that only had about 6 members so far. He was married and had two children. He showed me a photo of his wife and two boys standing with him in front of the children's home. He said he had applied for a visa to go to the U.S. to study in a seminary there without success. I explained that I was not married. I told him that my parents were still alive. Then I had to explain how in our society it is considered okay for me to travel and leave my parents on their own. We were barely into the trip when my seatmate took my hand in his (which is a common thing among men in that part of the world). Then he asked if I would pray with him. The family accompanying me on this trip were in the seats on both sides of the aisle in the row in front of us. They could overhear parts of our conversation. I could tell that they were listening. I'm sure they were amused that I was stuck with a religious man, knowing that I am not religious at all. Not wanting to offend him, I bowed my head and let him pray--for a safe journey, for a good trip for me and my friends, for my parents, etc. As the prayer ended, he continued holding my hand in his with them placed on top of his leg. It was already getting dark at that time of the year there. It felt good to hold his hand. The position pulled my arm against the side of his body, and I could feel the soft fat of his torso. There wasn't enough flab to be a turnoff for me, so I was happy that we were being so intimate. It was obvious as the time passed that he was content for us to relax and hold hands the entire night. That was fine for me, too. I do, however, get restless from being in one position. At some point during the first couple of hours, I stretched my arm a little. That pushed our clinched hands further away from me and into his lap rather than on top of his leg. He left our hands there. A little while later, I wiggled my fingers a little bit as if I just needed to keep the circulation going through them. Since we were holding hands so that my fingers were toward the bottom of his hand and his fingers were over the top of mine, the movement of my fingers must have been just on top of his penis. I felt it begin to grow. He still didn't move our hands, so I made a downward pressure against his penis with my hand. I repeated the pressure again after a moment, and I could tell that his penis was hard. It was not a larger one. My guess is that it was only about 4 inches long, but it was completely hard. Time had passed, conversation had started to wane, and we needed to try to sleep. Therefore, I leaned my head over against his shoulder and continued to put downward pressure on his penis occasionally to keep it hard. He let me do it with no indication of resistance or concern. We slept off and on. When I was awake, I would press his penis again. At one point during the night, he expressed concern about me being too tight in the inside seat. Buses in that area have very little leg room. We exchanged places, and he encouraged me to get comfortable. I stretched my legs out into the aisle, placed my head on his chest, and wrapped my arms around his body in a position that allowed my elbow to continue to put pressure on his hard penis. We traveled this way until early morning when the bus made a breakfast stop. I was embarrassed to get off the bus. The excitement of the evening had caused a huge wet spot of pre-cum to form on my pants. During the stop, the minister bought me a boiled egg which I ate while trying to hold my sweater in front of my crotch. As the minister went to the toilet, the father of the family traveling with me told me that he had looked behind at one point in the night and that he had seen me sprawled completely across the minister. When our trip continued, I retook my inside seat by the window. The minister took my hand in his again and placed it on his lap directly over his penis. I started the pressure movements again, but I did it more deliberately now. It was obvious he was happy for me to do it. In effect, I was now masturbating him through his pants with his permission. He asked me to pray again, and we did so with him holding my hand hard against his erection. At one point, I tried to pull our hands into my lap, but he pulled them away. He could accept what I was doing to him, but he could not actively do the same to me. It all ended when we arrived in Kathmandu. We had exchanged addresses, however. He had asked that maybe I could help him get a church in the U.S. to serve as a sponsor for him so that the U.S. government would approve a visa. I told him I would talk to some people I know to see if they could help. Of course, no one wanted to take this responsibility, so I had to tell him that I had tried and could not find anyone. In his letters to me, he told me that he had prayed many times about what had happened between us on the bus. He never addressed directly what he meant, but I knew he was talking about my masturbating him and his beginning to feel a fondness toward a man in a sexual way. He said that he had come to the conclusion that something so good could not be a bad thing. Apparently, he had somehow accommodated his religious beliefs with the fact that he had spent the night in the arms of a man and had responded physically to being masturbated by that man. He continued to write for a year or so. He occasionally sent requests for money to help at the children's home. And then the communication stopped between us. The memories will be there forever, though. It had been a thoroughly exciting experience for me, especially considering that it was a Christian minister who had allowed and enjoyed my gay advances toward him.

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