A Compilation of a British Twenty-something's Experiences- *All True*

[Quality Street]

I've posted before, when admittedly I was very drunk, with kind of rushed details etc. So, I felt like I ought to come back here, less intoxicated, and share a few of my experiences and questions about myself. Enough of the intro, here is a general overview of all of my experiences. I'm not going to use the guy's real names so any of the names used are fake.

Number 1- Jake

Jake and I were really good friends and still are to this day. We went to school together for seven years in total, but this 'event' occurred when we were both just eighteen. It was a time when it was just about acceptable for guys our age to still have sleep-overs, often wasting away the hours watching a film or playing video games. The whole flirting thing came up a while before the night we experimented. We'd often go over each other's houses to play pool etc. Often, during pool, while one of us was taking a shot, the other would sneak up behind and thrust into the other guys ass as a joke. Other times, we'd play wrestle around the sofas, often dry humping or spanking each other for a laugh. One time, Jake came over and late in the night we had been watching a film and as it was coming to an end we were both getting kind of restless. Jake had always come across as a bit of a camp guy, he was religious though, which can sometimes throw a spanner in. Anyway, out of the blue, he started boasting about how nice his ass was, and he proclaimed that it was really hard. He told me to feel it, and without much hesitation, I did. Like he promised, it was really firm. This was my first sexual experience ever. It was amazing. Of course, I tried to feel other parts of Jake's body, but he didn't really seem to want to co-operate. He much preferred being in control and touching me, often forcing my hand away if I tried to touch him.

Eventually, after letting him feel me, I broke his shield and managed to get my hands on him. He was a very athletic guy, not the best looking facially, but to be completely honest, the whole ordeal was so surreal that I wasn't really fussed. I felt his stomach and stroked his nipples which he really seemed to like. As we were both novices, we didn't really know what we were doing. We both awkwardly undid each-others jeans, (which by the way, are a big turn-on for me) and felt each other's penises. I'm not going to lie, I wasn't very impressed. It was in the dark, it felt like a semi decent length but the penis itself was very thin. I didn't make a deal out of it because I'm actually an alright guy, we both jerked each other off, to limited success. What followed was us both trying to penetrate the other, once again to limited success. Looking back, this is a good thing as we weren't being safe, we were young and innocent, and unaware of any dangers. In the end, we both put our jeans back on and did some dry-humping, which surprisingly was actually very hot and arousing. The evening finished with me spooning him in our clothes. That night will always stay with me.

A few months later, I stayed at his house. On the whole it was quite awkward. We both knew that the other wanted to do it again, but Jake warned that he thought nothing would be able to beat the first time. He was right.

It was all very awkward and procedured. He sat next to me cautiously, I put my hand on his leg and he put his on my cock and we rubbed eachother. We tried sex once again but with a similar result. We both agreed that it wasn't the same. He slept in the upper bunk, myself on the lower. We're still very good friends to this day but nothing has happened since.

More to come.

Let me know if you're reading and enjoying. No point me writing and reminiscing if there's no interest

 

[medic1]

Re: A Compilation of a British Twenty-somethging's Experiences- *All True*

Hey there,

Please do - what you have just posted is almost exactly how I had my 1st gay experience. He is now married to a gorgon with the devil incarnate for a son.

 

[symbolicform]

Re: A Compilation of a British Twenty-somethging's Experiences- *All True*

I like. More please.

 

[greyhorse]

Yep we are reading - keep going very interesting. Thank you

 

[Quality Street]

Re: A Compilation of a British Twenty-something's Experiences- *All True*

Number 2. Jay

This was also a couple of years ago with another friend. I have quite a large group of friends and for some reason, it seems like I'm the one they gravitate towards for experimentation, which will become more obvious in some of the later posts. I'm not open about my sexuality to any of them. In my head, believe it or not, I'm actually bi, but only my closest female friend is aware.

Anyway, onto Jay. A huge group of us had gone to a party and there was a hell of a lot of alcohol involved and drinking games. Jay was a bit shorter than me, (I'm about 6'2) and was rocking the geek-chic look. In the past, I'd never really thought about doing anything with him, or anyone else after 'Jake' but alcohol does crazy things!

After the party had pretty much died down, I told a smaller section of the group that I was going to go for a walk, to clear my head and get some air, which I totally intended to do, with no ulterior motives. Jake said he'd be up for a little walk too so we both walked around the neighbourhood for a good while. Several minutes passed, without any exchange of words. Eventually I stopped and bent over because I felt a bit ill, Jake seemed to take this action as meaning something else...

Completely out of nowhere, at about 4am in the middle of a neighbourhood, he started to caress my arse and run his eager hands all over my body. They rapidly covered every area, stroking my back, my stomach, and then he quickly moved onto groping my cock whilst we were both standing up. Taken aback, and incredibly drunk, it took me a moment to understand and comprehend what was going on. Once my head cleared, I started to join in and my hands explored his body as quickly as his were mine. We walked a good few metres furiously rubbing and touching eachother as if we only had five seconds left to enjoy it.

We reached a small field and once we had entered it, I crashed down and laid there with Jay quickly following. From there, he started to kiss me. This was the first time I'd ever kissed a guy. I remember it was really warm and it felt incredibly soothing and pleasurable feeling someone else inside me (not the other way, yet.) We took turns rolling one anther over and being on top, kissing one another's mouths, cheeks and necks. I preferred having my back against the ground so when he was on top kissing me, I could get a good firm hold on his ass, which I have to say, was probably on the same level as Jake's... He rolled me over and stopped the altercation and made the next move by undoing my jeans. I was about to have my first new experience, a blow-job.

This honestly felt truly amazing. I actually think his teeth accidentally grazed my wang, and although it kinda hurt, it added to the whole experience, (maybe that was the alcohol!) I made noises, without really being able to stop. When he was done, I of course returned the favour which he seemed to enjoy. Admittedly, I didn't really know what I was doing, but I was trying to mix it up a bit, licking the top, then forming a seal around and sucking etc, I'm sure you get the idea. His penis itself was much more impressive than Jake's.

Afterward, we both kissed again and stood up, heading back to the house, with our arms around one another. Once back to the house, we slept in separate sleeping bags and nothing has happened since. He is still a very close friend but this incident hasn't been mentioned since.

More to come.

 

[chace1617]

Re: A Compilation of a British Twenty-something's Experiences- *All True*

are all these stories real?

 

[Quality Street]

Re: A Compilation of a British 20 year old's Experiences- *All True*

yep, all real and a few more to come.

 

[Quality Street]

Re: A Compilation of a British Twenty-something's Experiences- *All True*

Number 3- Joe

Number three in the list makes his appearance in my first year of University, when I was 18/19. It is customary in the first year of Uni to go out on the town a lot of evenings, get heavily drunk and basically make an idiot of yourself. This particular friendship/relationship actually developed over about a period of a month.

It all started one night when I was with a group of my friends, and this drunk guy came up to us who happened to be on the same course as one of my mates. Instantly, I thought to myself, this guy is gay and not bad looking. We talked quite a bit and he introduced me to some of his friends. I can't remember exactly why, but for some reason we swapped numbers quite shortly after meeting, and then later separated into our own groups. Towards the end of the night, I got a worried call from Joe saying his mates had gone home without him and he was horrendously drunk. I suggested that he should come back to mine and we could grab something to eat from my scruffy student kitchen. He agreed and we got a taxi back to my accommodation.

I gave him some bread, and lots of water. We ended up going into my room and talked. Talked a lot. At that point, I knew I wanted to do something with him but was so nervous. My previous experiences had been with close friends who I trusted and knew would never tell anyone. This young man was a completely new person to me. For all I knew, if I made a move, he'd freak out and tell everyone, then I'd suffer three years of abuse and I hate to say it, but I'd probably have harmed myself.

Due to this anxiety, I didn't move in too fast. To start with, he began to kip down on my floor, I said that obviously he was not comfortable and if he wanted we could top and tail in my bed. He quite quickly agreed that that was a good idea. The next ten minutes, which seemed like an hour, were pretty tense. I didn't know what to do. Eventually, I came to the conclusion that I should take this little victory and move on. Although, I did find myself shuffling as close to his legs as I could so that my elbow was just about touching around his knee. I found it so comforting to be able to feel his body move up and down in the night.

A week later in the same nightclub, we bumped into each other in the toilets. Upon seeing me, he yelled out my name and put his arms around me and gave me a big hug and a sloppy kiss on the cheek. Of course, yes, he and I were both drunk again at this club - I'm coming across as a complete alcoholic slut... Anyway, the evening went on in a very similar fashion, with him calling at the end of the night saying he'd lost his friends and needed somewhere to stay. Once again, I offered my place and he duly accepted. He was a bit more touchy feely than the week before, we tagged along together for a while in the club going to the different bars, he'd often grasp my shoulder with one hand, or rub my back inconspicuously whilst we were moving to the next room. When we got back to mine, he got into my bed without me asking. This time, we both both lying in the same direction. I'd occasionally roll over so that we were face to face, and almost present myself to be kissed if he wanted to. His kiss never came, but his breath felt amazing. I counted myself lucky and went to sleep.

The following week was practically the same story, he was very touchy feely in the club and once again came back to mine, and we slept the same way. No progress.

The week after, he seemed a lot sadder. He ended up confessing that he was switching course and subsequently university, so this was his last week here. I said let's have a good night then and so we did, enjoying more drink than we had had before, danced a whole lot more and ultimately felt the most comfortable around each other than we had been before. The night ended the same way, with him needing somewhere to stay. We went back to mine, for the last time.

We ended up talking about where we lived, and I sat at my desk Googling his address to see what kind of place he lived in. Whilst doing so, he sat on my knee, looking at the screen. The feeling of his ass in his jeans sitting firmly on top of my knee was so arousing. We eventually got tired and laid on my bed. I could tell he was awake, thinking. I was lying there, like some sort of army tactician, trying to think about how to go about this. Words cannot explain the anxiety, tension and fear I felt this night. I knew I had to say or do something. In the end, I confessed to him in the darkness, that I liked him. I felt sick as soon as I said it. After a short silence, he returned the feeling. Much to my relief. I knew deep down he felt the same, but doubted he'd have the courage to admit his feelings. Next, I admitted that I had hoped we could do something tonight, he shyly said, 'Yeah,' back to me. A good few more minutes passed...

Knowing this was his last week, I said, and these are the exact words, 'So are we going to make this count?' and much to my delight, he replied, 'Yeah.'

He quickly jumped out of the bed, and started ripping his clothes off, I urged him to stop, slow down, put his jeans back on and get into bed, which he did.

'Let's take it slow,' I said. He laid face down next to me, and I slowly started off by putting my hand on his back, grazing it slowly down towards his tail bone and sneaking it underneath his t-shirt, feeling the muscles, the bones. I failed to mention till now, but he was a painfully skinny looking guy, yet I found that extremely attractive. I moved onto feeling and stroking his ass, which seems to be my favourite part, caressing his jeans and getting a firm grip.

He rolled over, grabbed my hand, and placed it over his cock. I was surprised by his eagerness. I rubbed and then unbuttoned his jeans, throwing them onto the floor. He rolled me over, took mine off and started to explore my body. This was his first experience, apparently.

Knowing how much I enjoyed passionately kissing Jay, I tried to kiss Joe but he didn't seem to get any pleasure from it, making faces that I knew obviously wasn't him having fun. So I moved to his nipples and neck which gained a much more positive reaction. I sucked him off, with a bit more experience now, I had a bit more confidence and he seemed to be thankful. He was making these sexy noises, I was obviously doing something right. The size and girth was very similar to Jay's and a real turn on. He returned the favour but it wasn't all that. By now, we were both completely naked. We tried doing anal but couldn't get it to work. To be completely honest, I think we were both too drunk anyway. We ended up lying on top of each other and beside each other, naked, rubbing our bodies against each other, feeling each other's warmth and our heart-beats.

For a night with no real sex, it was still extremely hot. I was lying on my back, he was straddling me, whilst I was giving him a hand-job. 'Faster,'harder,' he'd be saying as I'd be trying everything I could to make him cum and give him pleasure. I couldn't quite make him cum but he said it felt good, he tried giving me a hand-job but I still stand by my opinion that 'I can do it better than you.' At least, I think that's true at my young age. Once I and my partners get more experienced, I'm sure hand-jobs become more pleasurable but so far I've yet to receive a great hand-job. He couldn't make me cum either. In the end we jerked ourselves off, cleaned up and then slept next to each other naked, cuddling each other in the night.

The morning after was awkward, I wished him luck at his new uni and we shook hands. So, did we end up doing it again? Are we going out? Are we still in contact?

The next day I decided to do a bit of Facebook stalking and remind myself of the hot night before.

He'd removed me as a friend on Facebook.

There's been no contact since.

C'est la vie.

More to come.

 

[Quality Street]

Re: A Compilation of a British Twenty-something's Experiences- *All True*

Just to let you know, there's 2 more stories to come, with another section about myself generally, asking some questions about identity etc. Should be an interestin read, if anyone out there is actually reading...

 

[joaama]

Re: A Compilation of a British Twenty-something's Experiences- *All True*

I'm reading. Great stories.

 

[Craiger]

Re: A Compilation of a British Twenty-something's Experiences- *All True*

Hey QS,

I'm reading too and I think it very exciting to hear other peoples' first few experiences. I remember the awkwardness of those situations, but, as you say, with more experience and confidence, they become more and more pleasurable. Unfortunately, as with Joe, some cannot cope and tend to run away. There is no blame in that, just a sign that their fear surpassed the pleasure of the experience. Hopefully it did not damper your feelings. Welcome to the story forum and I look forward to hear the next 2 stories.

Craiger

 

[Quality Street]

Re: A Compilation of a British Twenty-something's Experiences- *All True*

Thanks guys. The 'Joe' situation was a shame and I did feel pretty awful for a few days after he blocked contact, but I'm over it now. Plenty more fish etc.

 

[chace1617]

Re: A Compilation of a British Twenty-something's Experiences- *All True*

do you have more stories? i could share mine too

 

[Quality Street]

Re: A Compilation of a British Twenty-something's Experiences- *All True*

Yeah, a couple more. Then that's me fully up to date

 

[Autolycus]

Re: A Compilation of a British Twenty-something's Experiences- *All True*

Just to let you know, there's 2 more stories to come, with another section about myself generally, asking some questions about identity etc. Should be an interesting read, if anyone out there is actually reading...

True stories always get a good readership, especially when there are incidents to which a reader can relate.

This concerns me just a little, "asking some questions about identity etc." Don't expect your readers to divulge anything about their identities that cannot be found on their Profile pages!

 

[Quality Street]

Re: A Compilation of a British Twenty-something's Experiences- *All True*

True stories always get a good readership, especially when there are incidents to which a reader can relate.

This concerns me just a little, "asking some questions about identity etc." Don't expect your readers to divulge anything about their identities that cannot be found on their Profile pages!

Yeah, I'll probably post it here and not expect much of a response, but then will post something similar in one of the other advice sub-forums.

 

[Lefty]

Re: A Compilation of a British Twenty-somethging's Experiences- *All True*

Quality Street..............

hell, thats to much...........quals it is............

okay quals, I read your stuff, including the poem......

you're here,

we're here,

so, without leaving your home phone and address

you want to talk, vent, ask or just not feel lonely..

dive in buddy, we have forums that can help and

be helped with you in it. Dive in dude....uh okay,

dive in Quals, we aren't all mean..

 

[Quality Street]

Re: A Compilation of a British Twenty-somethging's Experiences- *All True*

Thanks, I think haha.

Q.S will do if you can't think of a name


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Next part will be posted on Monday for anyone interested.

 

[Quality Street]

Re: A Compilation of a British Twenty-somethging's Experiences- *All True*

Number 4- Jon

Right, this part of the story has a bit of a backstory so I shall just take a short moment to fill you in witht he circumstances leading up to the experience first.

I have two extremely close female friends, one is a lesbian (who shall be called Jess) and the other is a self-proclaimed 'fag-hag' (who shall be called Jenny.) I know some guys don't like people calling themselves a fag-hag, but honestly she is great. Anyway, I had told them previously that I was confused about who I was, and told them all of my experiences just like I have told you, the reader. Both were obviously very accepting and supportive which I was and still am, extremely grateful for.

One day, Jenny had a couple of friends visiting her at University, this included her gay friend from back home, Jon. In the days leading up to their visit, both Jenny and Jess were teasing me about the possibility of us two guys hooking up and maybe something happening. I think looking back, nobody really expected anything to happen, it was just a bit of a joke and cheekiness. When Jon finally arrived, I gave him a good hard look. He was a little bit shorter than me and perhaps only a slight bit heavier but he did have a very handsome face. To be completely honest, what I found most attractive about him was the fact that he was openly gay from the age of 18. That bravery and self-confidence seemed like such sexy, appealing traits. He only stayed for the one night and we didn't really exchanged much conversation apart from the usual getting-to-know-you talk.

After Jon had left, Jenny divulged, with a huge grin on her face, that Jon thought I was pretty cute. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't flattered. However, living so far away from eachother, that was pretty much it I thought, nothing would happen.

Quite a few months later, Jenny was returning back to her hometown for a night and she invited me along, once again teasing about myself and Jon. I accepted her invitation, mainly because I was well up for a big night out having fun and getting wasted. I should probably note, that I'd previously been informed that Jon was now involved in a long-distance relationship with another guy. It didn't really bother me much because like I said, I didn't plan anything to happen.

The night finally came when we travelled and got there. We were staying at Jon's house and the other friend he visited Jenny with. Accidentally, my mind started drifting back to Jon, wondering what it could be like to be in a relationship. This thought quickly left my mind as I still struggle to get my head around the possibility of actually being with another guy. I just can't see myself doing it.

We're all getting ready to go out, I put on a nice shurt, sort out my hair and put on some smart jeans. I notice Jon slips into his Levi's (which fitted him perfectly btw) and a nice shirt also. By the time we travel into town itself, I'm already pretty drunk, as is the rest of our group, from playing drinking games before leaving the house. What follows in the nightclubs is pretty much a drunken mess with some bits pieced together days after and from what I've been told by friends.

I'm normally quite a self-conscious person so the booze was really helping me unwind, have a good time and socialise with people I'd never met before. I don't recall me and Jon actually dancing together, it wasn't a gay club or anything like that. I did sneak in a few cheeky glances at him dancing however, shortly before I somehow started dancing with an attractive girl and we had a quick peck, but she went to dance with some other guys minutes later.

The end of the night was coming and a few of our group were dotted about outside in the smoking area. I'm not actually a smoker, I just needed fresh air. This night was probably one of my most wasted nights. Anyway, Jenny was playing the role of match-maker, whispering in my ear, then Jon's, then back to mine again. Apparently Jon was upset about his long-distance relationship, finding it difficult. Jenny had been asking him if he was interested in me and apparently said yes, she was telling him I liked him and telling me he liked me etcetc, yes yes it was all very playground. Either way, the deed was done by Jenny. She seemed to take great pride in attempting to hook us both up as we're both very good friends with her.

When we got back to Jon's house, we all had a short talk and then Jon said he was going to bed and left. Jenny have me a sharp nudge on the arm, telling me to go and join him. Drunkedly, I obliged, entered Jon's room without a word, pulled the cover over me and laid on my side, facing away from Jon.

The exact dialogue escapes me because like I've repeated so many times, the memories are a tad hazy. Jon leaned over towards me and asked what I was doing, 'sleeping' I replied. He laughed and continued leaning over me. From out of nowhere, I was hit with a huge rush of anxiety, dread and nervousness. It had got to the point that I knew something was going to happen. I'm sure he knew it was going to, too. I felt so nervous and cold that I started to shake and shiver quite vigorously. Looking back, I think I was so nervous because in the past, all of my flings had been with guys in a similar situation to me, inexperienced and just messing about. However, Jon was a different case. He had been out for a year and a bit, and he had had a boyfriend who he travelled to see. It felt like I was a complete novice. Furthermore, I did feel quite ashamed that I knew something would happen, knowing that Jon was already in a relationship, albeit, a rocky one.

Jon made first contact, putting his hand on my back, on my arm, then on my shoulder, trying to warm me up and make me feel comfortable. For quite some time I couldn't help it. Just as I thought I'd settled, I would suddenly shake again a couple of times and he'd giggle. I apologised but he said it was 'cute.' Eventually, with Jon's body heat pressed against mine, I calmed down and the shaking stopped.

When I felt calm, I turned around and started to feel Jon's body whilst he felt mine. I slowly stroked his back and gently moved my hand down, inside his boxers down his crack. 'You're getting adventurous' he remarked. Slowly, gripping his ass and then moving to his chest, I felt brilliant, and had no idea what I was so afraid of. This bit may sound a bit selfish, but part of what made me feel so good, was that somebody actually WANTED me. Somebody really actually thought I was cute. I'd never felt wanted in my life.

We moved onto kissing. Although I had kissed other guys, it never really felt like I was doing it right. Sure, with the guy in the field I enjoyed it, but I suspect that that was his first kiss with a guy too. I thought Jon might expect better, but it turned out my fears were unwarranted again and he had no complaints. I quickly found that Jon seemed to really like being kissed all over his neck and upper chest, I'd vary my direction, pattern and occasionally lightly bite him. By this point I think my shirt had been taken off. Jon was already in his boxers. He made a comment that I was still wearing my jeans. He undid my belt, took them off and removed my boxers. I followed suit and removed his and felt his large penis in my hand as he felt mine.

I laid on my back and Jon took my penis in his hand and then started to suck me off. Unfortunately, due to having had such a huge quantity of alcohol, I was having trouble keeping my little soldier upright. Jon did what he could with my semi and asked if it was good, foolishly and embarrassingly, I remember saying 'I've had better' with a laugh. I can't believe I said that. I tried giving him a blow job in return but I think stage-fright got the better of me. I'd love to say he was screaming with pleasure and came but alas, that would be lying. I think he thought it was OK, but I could tell I wasn't really doing it right. I'm sure that would come with age... A few kisses and gropes (and even a cheeky spank thrown in by Joe) later, he put me on my back and rimmed me, albeit briefly. I couldn't believe the satisfaction and pleasure that came with it. I had never imagined it being such a nice feeling, hell, I'd never really imagined it at all as the idea of licking someone's asshole kind of repulsed me. I know I probably broke some kind of gay law here, but I did not return the favour, not that Jon asked... At this stage in time, I just can't picture myself rimming someone. Maybe that could change in the future, who knows.

We did not have anal sex because Jon admitted he had no lube or condoms. We did the safe thing and decided to get some sleep. We slept together in the same bed, completely naked, and I put my arm around him for a while, spooning him. Later, he rolled over and spooned me. 'Hold me like you want me' I said, and he did.

The morning after, I left the room before Jon woke up. I had a train I had to catch home and was in a rush. I didn't really get to see Jon or speak to him properly before we left. To be completely honest, I'm thankful I didn't, because 1. I felt so ashamed of myself for getting with someone who was in a relationship, and 2. I felt ashamed in general of getting with a guy. Number 2 will be discussed a lot more in the final segment of my compilation.

Since that night, me and Jon haven't really spoken too much. He has since broken up with his boyfriend. Jenny has mentioned to me a couple of times that Jon still liked me. My feelings of being in an actual relationship with a guy still haven't changed (which shall be discussed.) I'm sure me and Jenny will go back for a visit again some day.

I will always be thankful to Jon for being such a nice and friendly person and making me feel so comfortable.

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One more story-part to come which is a lot shorter, which will then be followed by my 'conclusion/identity/thoughts' segment. Thanks for reading and any comments are more than welcome and greatly appreciated.

 

[Craiger]

Re: A Compilation of a British Twenty-somethging's Experiences- *All True*

Hey QS,

I sense that you are somewhat embarrassed and feel that your performance was inadequate with Jon. As you described it, I think it was very normal. Your shivering was no more than a nervous reaction which is something we all have gone through. As you said, the alcohol had quite a bit to do with the situation for both of you. Also, your feelings of not being in a relationship with a guy is understandable. Until you truly know yourself and understand your desires it is obviously better not to jump into any type of long term relationship. That said, it doesn't mean that you can't have a strong friendship with a few amenities thrown in...lol I look forward to hearing your updates.

Craiger