Curiosity - My earliest experience that still haunts my fantasies

Isn’t it remarkable, and bizarre, that talking about one’s OWN life experiences is seen as so incredibly taboo? I didn’t (darn) but SO many men had such boyhood experiences. What harm do people think revealing them to adults actually has?
I was approached by four older boys while I was walking home from school. They'd heard that I was a cocksucker, and they gently pressured me, not quite in a threatening way, but in a manner that let me know that I had no choice, to accompany them into a secret glade beside the stream where the first one got his sizeable cock out. I was eased down onto my knees and held securely as he rubbed the cock-head along my lips until I opened my mouth and it slipped in. I was a little scared, but also very aroused as I began sucking him. The other boys laughed and made crude comments which made me feel so very embarrassed, but also excited. When he ejaculated in my mouth, his place was immediately taken by a second cock... uncircumcised this time and bigger. I sucked him off and moved on to the third in a resigned acceptance. The fourth boy had his cock out, I could see it from the corner of my eye as I sucked his friend, but at the last moment he chickened out and ran off out of the glade back towards the path. I must admit... as the third boy filled my mouth with his spunk, to a degree of disappointment as I was allowed to lurch to my feet...
 
Isn’t it remarkable, and bizarre, that talking about one’s OWN life experiences is seen as so incredibly taboo? I didn’t (darn) but SO many men had such boyhood experiences. What harm do people think revealing them to adults actually has?
I love this thread! The real life accounts are amazing and I love reading them. I’ve enjoyed chatting with several posters on this thread. Even in my more “innocent “ phases of my young life there was this homoerotic undercurrent to everything. Boys had instant and constant hard ons and we didn’t know what to do with them(initially). My brother showed me what to do. Amongst my friends, there was constant joking about dick play and dick sucking and I believe it was a thin cover for what we really wanted… which was to see and feel each other! I love the openness of this thread and hope everyone can reveal their most “taboo” stories. When I was young, there was something that felt wrong or taboo about touching my brother’s dick…and THAT was what made it all the more alluring and irresistible!
 
It was my first gay experience. I had come out to my wife, and she encouraged me to explore my sexuality. Therefore there was no guilt. I could not believe how good another man's cock felt. So hard but so soft to touch. He gave me a blow job that was far the best I ever had. He taught me how to suck a cock to make a man cum. I knew I would be having more gay sex.

At the same time I learned I was bi not gay. I went home, and my wife asked me to discuss my experience. Soon she and I were having sex. I found out I needed both straight sex and gay sex. Fortunately my wife was OK with that.

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Very liberating that your wife understood. My second wife was the same, It encroached into our sex play and she would orgasm as I ate her pussy saying I was getting butt fucked.
She encouraged my love of sucking cock and even helped me find a buddy.
 
i guess I knew I was bi my whole life but had a hard time describing the feelings to myself. Women were always number one but every now and then I’d wonder. Just even thinking about the biology of it made sense. I think the first time I truly knew was from reading stories here a million years ago. One person had a gif as their avatar that was an ejaculating cock straight on as if it was pointed at you. I’ll always remember the tingle I got when I first saw it. Years later after a few girlfriends I had my first experience. Me and a bunch of friends were at a local club and had a great time. They all petered out after a while and left but I wanted to keep going. I had driven there but knew I wasn’t driving home after a bit. For whatever reason, I asked the DJ for a ride home and he gave me a wry smile and said yes. I felt that same tingle again and figured I’d go for it. We ended up going back to his house and I remembered asking if he was gay. He had my pants off and my cock in his mouth before I knew what hit me. That night I got the 5 best blow jobs I think anyone has ever gotten in their life. I finished each time and to this day have no idea how I was able to cum that much. I even offered and tried to return the favor but I think he was rolling all night and wasn’t getting it up. I came within a whisker of fucking him after all that but I was just too tired. Sadly it was a one time thing because I hadn’t processed everything about myself and got scared. It’s a recurring theme.
 
i guess I knew I was bi my whole life but had a hard time describing the feelings to myself. Women were always number one but every now and then I’d wonder. Just even thinking about the biology of it made sense. I think the first time I truly knew was from reading stories here a million years ago. One person had a gif as their avatar that was an ejaculating cock straight on as if it was pointed at you. I’ll always remember the tingle I got when I first saw it. Years later after a few girlfriends I had my first experience. Me and a bunch of friends were at a local club and had a great time. They all petered out after a while and left but I wanted to keep going. I had driven there but knew I wasn’t driving home after a bit. For whatever reason, I asked the DJ for a ride home and he gave me a wry smile and said yes. I felt that same tingle again and figured I’d go for it. We ended up going back to his house and I remembered asking if he was gay. He had my pants off and my cock in his mouth before I knew what hit me. That night I got the 5 best blow jobs I think anyone has ever gotten in their life. I finished each time and to this day have no idea how I was able to cum that much. I even offered and tried to return the favor but I think he was rolling all night and wasn’t getting it up. I came within a whisker of fucking him after all that but I was just too tired. Sadly it was a one time thing because I hadn’t processed everything about myself and got scared. It’s a recurring theme.
That is a hot fucking story! Was that a long time ago? Have you done anything with a guy since then? Been a few years for me and am needing it bad!
 
That is a hot fucking story! Was that a long time ago? Have you done anything with a guy since then? Been afew years for me and am needing it bad!
It was a long long time ago. After a long term relationship ended, I replied to a few ads with one being a one time thing not really worth mentioning and another that lasted about a year or so off and on until I found the girl I’m with now. I posted one of our sessions in another thread.
 
Had two guys together approach me while I was parked at a rest stop in CT, not looking for anything, many years ago. I really, really should have gone with them and seen what would have unfolded. Really regret that.
Hmm where was that rest stop? I know one that has been closed for a really long time on route 8 up by Torrington was a very hot hook-up spot in the 90's!
 
Mine would have to be an ex gf's brother, she and I never really did anything more than make out and she was like my 2nd gf ever when I was 22, he was maybe 19 around 6', built well being a swimmer and I got bigger hard-ons for him than her. Never made a move on him buy had wanted to so badly, she & I broke up after only about 3 months and I saw him a few times but did I make a move, nope!

Saw him many years later after I married my wife at a bar and he told me that he had always wished we had been better friends and slyly said her was sorry I stopped coming by after her and I broke up. We had a drink and he said we would have made a better pair than his sister & I was.

So I guess I have 2 regrets there, never making a move early on and an even bigger regret as I write this about not doing so at that later time!
 
I went on a business trip with an ex boss of mine. We had a dinner at the hotel to go over our plans a for the next days meeting. After dinner and a few drinks the boss asked me up to his room. I declined but continued to make conversation so there would be a minimum of awkwardness. I wonder what he had in mind for me for that night. I now wish I had said yes.
I'm guessing he wanted some "bedroom fun", if you know what I mean. I mean that hotel beds are perfect for making forts; you can get a few extra pillows and you don't have to even clean up after yourself. Total Fort Central.
 
I have given 50+ blowjobs at the 684 Rest area right before you get to 84. Those were the days!!! There was also a good ABS in Danbury right around exit 7 ish back in the day!
Didn't know about the ABS in Danbury, but in my younger years there was a decent one in the center of New Haven, can't remember which street it was on, I had a few meetings there. Not sure what rest area you meant on 684, can't remember one there! Well kudos to the 50+ my rest stop memories are no where near that total at only 4 I remember and maybe there was another couple but having trouble remembering!
 
Didn't know about the ABS in Danbury, but in my younger years there was a decent one in the center of New Haven, can't remember which street it was on, I had a few meetings there. Not sure what rest area you meant on 684, can't remember one there! Well kudos to the 50+ my rest stop memories are no where near that total at only 4 I remember and maybe there was another couple but having trouble remembering!
Maybe you missed the 684 Rest Area due to it being covered in jizz. I dunno...
 
Maybe, but I mean I think I would have noticed all that jizz and most certainly on a warm summer day the aroma would or at least should have drawn me in, lol, just saying!
True...true...Gawd! I'm such an IDIOT!! Of course you would...entire Rest Area GONE...under a sea (well, lake...probably pond at best) of jizz? People are gonna notice. They'd probably reincorporate as Jizztown...."Jizztown, the town that jizz built! Enjoy our lake of jizz!" [Brought to you by the Jizztown Chamber of Commerce]. In the winter, it would freeze over and the kids would skate...skate on a lake of jizz. Oddly? NOT named "Jizz Lake"! Didn't they name it "Lake Cruisey"?
 
During my college years, my room mate was browsing some of my old photo albums. In there, he saw a pic of me dressed as a girl in a theatre workshop. He began to appreciate it and asked me to dress up like that sometime. So the next time when I visited home, I brought back the old wig I wore, and I also bought a dress and some makeup. The following weekend, when we shared a joint and had some beer, I playfully went to my room and dressed up as the girl in my theatre workshop. He was excited and I noticed he had an erection. He approached me and kissed me. In a few minutes, I was kneeling between his legs and kissing his cock. I had never felt any attraction to men before, but to my own surprise, I enjoyed giving him a blowjob. Maybe it was his completely clean shaven, bald cock and balls... I just pleasured him and made him cum in my mouth.

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I maintained this secret sexual relationship with my handsome room mate for over two years until we finished college and went our ways. We drifted away and never kept in touch. But that period of my life still hold a powerful position in my sexual fantasies.
 
True...true...Gawd! I'm such an IDIOT!! Of course you would...entire Rest Area GONE...under a sea (well, lake...probably pond at best) of jizz? People are gonna notice. They'd probably reincorporate as Jizztown...."Jizztown, the town that jizz built! Enjoy our lake of jizz!" [Brought to you by the Jizztown Chamber of Commerce]. In the winter, it would freeze over and the kids would skate...skate on a lake of jizz. Oddly? NOT named "Jizz Lake"! Didn't they name it "Lake Cruisey"?
Oh my imagine swimming in Lake Jizz with all the Jizztonians, all naked of course! As you swim around imagine your feeling when you realize that big snake that you felt isn't one in fact when you suddenly feel it's a Jazztonian friend in need of some help all loaded with jizz needing relief you are so happy to give@
 
When I was around that same age, I was hiking in some woods and ran into an older guy (probably in his 60s). We chatted a bit and then he reached down and grabbed my cock. Then he asked if he could suck it. I froze and didn't know what to say at first. I then said sure. He undid my pants and starting giving me a bj. I came fairly quickly. When he was done, he said thanks. I then left. To this day, I am so mad that I didn't return the favor. Missed opportunity.
We have some trails that are popular on Sniffies, but 30 years ago my mother told me it was where “the fellahs” hung out. I beelined there!

Sure enough, went down a path and found a guy on his knees sucking a guy. There was another guy slowly wanking off. I got on front of him on my knees and sucked him off.

I still swing by there and suck off a “fellah” or two. I much rather giving head then getting it. Same with anal…bottom, all the way.
 
It was my first gay experience. I had come out to my wife, and she encouraged me to explore my sexuality. Therefore there was no guilt. I could not believe how good another man's cock felt. So hard but so soft to touch. He gave me a blow job that was far the best I ever had. He taught me how to suck a cock to make a man cum. I knew I would be having more gay sex.

At the same time I learned I was bi not gay. I went home, and my wife asked me to discuss my experience. Soon she and I were having sex. I found out I needed both straight sex and gay sex. Fortunately my wife was OK with that.

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My wife (who knew I was bi when we dated, but wanted monogamy) died and just a few weeks later, my daughter told me she didn’t expect me to remain celibate.

About a month or two later, I came out as bi. My daughter is bi also (had 3 lesbian relationships before marrying her husband, who has given her the ok to see women if she wants to).

We were able to share a lot of personal info and she supported me so much. We don’t talk about it anymore. She just doesn’t talk about it anymore. Think her husband didn’t like our conversations.
 
Oh my imagine swimming in Lake Jizz with all the Jizztonians, all naked of course! As you swim around imagine your feeling when you realize that big snake that you felt isn't one in fact when you suddenly feel it's a Jazztonian friend in need of some help all loaded with jizz needing relief you are so happy to give@
A way different experience to jizz in a lake of jizz versus peeing in the municipal pool, which is DISGUSTING and something I would NEVER do, even if I had, like, 8 beers and the bathrooms are like a quarter mile away. I mean, sure, it's tempting to just discreetly urinate but I would never do that because that's not what a society is built upon. So peeing in the pool is just nothing I would or could ever, um...you know...even consider let alone actually experience that instantaneous relief...which...I mean, you KNOW that you'll be peeing clear and really the level of chlorine is just....but no...nope. It would be wrong....ish. I mean, sure, pragmatically nobody would know but you and on that it would be a huge benefit so really you benefit while nobody really...suffers, so....but no. Nope.
 
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