Gay Sex Stories
(and Straight Guys who Had Homosexual Experiences)
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-Submitted November 10, 2006 My tennis partner
Gay During my college years I'd spend the summer breaks back in my home town, working at my familiar and lucritive job that would provide me enough money for the next year's tuition and housing. My parents were retired and living the life of luxury in Florida, so instead of living in my parent's empty house, I stayed with my adopted family who I met through my young tennis partner, Philip. Philip was the third of 6 kids, 5 boys one girl. He was a freshman in college when I first met him on the tennis courts one hot Saturday afternoon in June. He was tall and skinny with long brown hair, brown eyes and a huge toothy, goofy smile. He was a bit clumsy, and had a few small pimples on his hairless face; (being in the midst of late bloomer puberty) but he was a good tennis player and I just plainly enjoyed his company and found his humor and clumsiness funny and charming. In those days, I was a pretty hot guy...on the gymnastics team at school, well-built, mid-cut brown hair, hazel eyes, little body hair, dark-tanned skin, and a huge white smile...I was also very, very naive about sex...still a virgin by classic definition; and I was especially naive and unaware of my own sexual preferences. I didn't realize at the time all the girls and boys who were coming-on to me sexually...man was I dumb!! Sure, I masturbated all the time; 10 times a day, and sure, I often thought about guys, AND girls when I jerked off. On that particular Saturday afternoon on the tennis courts, I found myself instantly attracted to Philip in ways that were very mysterious and foreign to me, and what was even more exciting, he seemed to be interested in me as well. All that first summer we'd play tennis together after work...every night, 7 days a week. Philips parents were pretty well- off and they had a huge 3 story house. And Philip's brothers and sister all treated me like one of the family....they were just great to be with. Philip's parents arranged it so he and I shared the same queen-sized bed in the attic of the house. It was like we had our own private loft. The thought of sex with him NEVER (honestly) entered my mind. I'd gown up with 4 nephews my own age, and we'd played around with each others penises plenty of times, but the thought of sexual relationships with guys really hadn't entered that naive and thick skull of mine. Then came late August and it was time for me to head back to college....and then quickly again came the second summer. Philip had grown. He was taller, stockier, not so clumsy as the year before and was a much better tennis player. I'd sprouted more muscles, having just discovered body building; and we resumed our daily tennis workouts just as the summer before, and we still shared the same bed. Early one August Sunday morning (the chimes were ringing at the nearby Catholic church) I remember waking up to a very strange feeling....someone slowly pulled my underpants down and was playing with my penis and my balls, fondling them gently, as if trying not to wake me up. I remember getting hard very fast and I remember quickly becoming more lucid , the knowing: that it was, of course, Philip playing with me. I feigned sleep, just to see how far he'd go. About 10 minutes into this, he then gently and slowly took MY left hand and placed it on HIS hard penis. Wow...he was HUGE.... I left my hand there for just a moment, when I suddenly decided to roll over with my back to him and pretended that I was sound asleep. That was the end of that session. All that day I watched Philip closely for any signs or clues about what he'd done to me that morning. It was as if nothing had happened..and the day proceeded on normally. I was confused, and extremely aroused all day though...not knowing for sure what, if anything more I wanted with him. That night, as Philip and I lay in bed, I softly told him that I'd been awake and was aware of everything he'd done to me that morning. I told him that it was OK, that I enjoyed it, and that if he still wanted to, we could fool around even more. He told me that he wanted to, so I began to stroke his penis and balls through his underwear. He was hard..my god, what a hard and huge penis he was blessed with. I was hard and he began to stroke me through my underwear as well. Then I told him that I wanted to try something different and that if he didn't like it, all he needed to do was to tell me to stop and I would. He told me ok What I did next surprised even me...up to that point, as I said, I was a virgin. But over the course of the past two years, I guess I'd somewhat fallen in love with Philip and I wanted to please him in a way that he'd never forget. I gently took his stiff meat into my mouth and began to suck him off. The scent of his moist penis and soft balls just sent me into space...he smelled and tasted so wonderful. I could tell he'd not showered for a couple days; his natural musky aroma was intoxicating to me. His balls hung loose and silky soft in it's young sac, and his uncut penis was wet with pre-cum and sweat from two days of tennis in the hot sun. I sucked him for about 5 minutes, enjoying immensely the feeling, smell and taste of his stiff, yet soft prick in my mouth when unexpectedly he shot his huge load of cum down my throat so fast I didn't have time to react...so I swallowed it all and licked the last drops from the tip of his purple penis head. I didn't want to waste a precious drop of my young friend's love juice. I asked him if he enjoyed what I'd done, and he told me he did. Soon, we fell asleep in each other's arms that night, and the next morning I had to go back to school. For some reason, I never went back to my hometown again, and I haven't seen my young boyfriend Philip since then. I do know that he is married with several kids of his own now, and I've heard that he often goes out for some secret gay action. I guess on that night many years ago, I gave him a gift that he still thinks about to this day. But I have his gift too...the memories of my young Philip, whom I often fantasize about when I masturbate...(god, I love those memories!) That very same year, I came out to myself and my friends, and ever since have enjoyed a very active gay lifestyle. I've been fortunate to have had sex with MANY guys, in many locations and in many differnt ways. I'm gay and in-between boyfriends now, and I still masturbate 5-10 times a day...often remembering my young Philip, and eager to find another special guy to make passionate love with. That was my first blow job experience...and I guess really, the first time I'd EVER had sex with another boy.
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