My first gay experience came in a dorm room with a guy who unfortunately looked nothing like his pictures. I started by going on Craigslist, which is a surprisingly good source for legit hookups. After I broke up with my last girlfriend, though, I knew the time had come. Truth is that my sex life is no one's business, and I would like it to stay that way. I guess you could classify me as some sort of bisexual. After all, I still date women and had a relationship that lasted several years. Nobody in my life-and I mean nobody-has a clue that I often fantasize about sex with men. But for eight years I did not act on this secret fantasy. Over time, gay porn came to replace straight as my primary jerk off material. I still remember the orgasm-it was so intense, just a huge rush of pleasure.įrom then on I was hooked. That night I jerked my cock fantasizing about Steve. It was a whole new world, one that felt almost taboo, and it turned me on big time. Then I went a step further, looking up gay porn on my laptop. I quickly found that thinking about fucking Steve made me really hard.
I found myself staring at him all the time, but for a while I never thought about him sexually. Real attractive dude-tan, thin, very chiseled face. I don't remember how the thought first occurred to me, but there was this guy who worked at the same place I did. You can only stroke it to good old Mary a finite number of times. Somewhere along the line, I grew bored of jacking it to the same girls I had been attracted to for years. The porn has always been more of a background stimulant-the real turn on is the familiar face in my mind's eye. To this day, I have preferred to get off by fantasizing about having sex with someone that I know. But I have always been a bit of a nonconformist, so I think my sexual attraction to men probably came out of my desire just to try something new. Before that I was only turned on by women, and I still am. I first began to appreciate the male form when I was a teenager. I am writing this so I can relive the awesome memory and not forget. The following is a true story from my personal life.