I submitted this a few moments ago, but it hasn't shown up, so I'm sending it again.

I read a story on here that inspired me to share my similar story.

I first realized that I was gay when I was 10.

My cousins had come over to my family's house for a spring break trip. I had to share my room with all the boys, the oldest of whom was 17. There were 3 of us in total. The trip went well and we had huge fun. My cousins left and a few weeks later, I found my oldest cousin's gay porn magazine. I was curious about it. I saw straight porn mags from my best friend who stole them from his 21 year old brother, but I never saw pics like this. I spent so much time running my fingers along the naked men's figure. It stirred something within me. I felt more aroused (as aroused as a 11 year old can be) looking at those pictures than looking at naked women. I had just started to masturbate and that magazine quickly became my favorite magazine to jerk to.

I was about 12 when I had my first sexual experience. My best friend and I were neighbors, and so, we would always have sleepovers every weekend, ever since we were young. It was at these sleepovers that we looked through my friend's older brother's magazines. We'd talk about sex and women a lot. It was all stuff that he had learned from his brother, either through conversations or spying on him, that he then passed onto me. We used to masturbate together to the magazines, sometimes too. This particular weekend, however, I decided to bring my gay porn mag. I wanted to see what he'd say. I wasn't expecting him to be super into it, like I was, but to my surprise he was! We spent that night going through the magazine. The next day, we woke up super early. He was using the bathroom, when I walked in on him and we both started to pee together. He was making a little bit of a mess, so I leaned over and held onto his cock and helped him aim. When we finished, I continued to hold onto his cock. We didn't say anything, just staring at each other as I held onto his cock. I leaned in for and kissed him on his lips, my hand still on his cock. I started to rub his cock and he started to reciprocate by rubbing my cock and kissing me back. After kissing and rubbing for a bit, he pushed his cock head against mine and rubbed our tips together. It felt so good.

We decided to leave the bathroom and went into his bedroom and locked the door. Inside, we swordfought a bit more before he pushed me to my knees. I took his cock and put it in my mouth and started to suck on it. I blew him for some time, before he told me to stop. I stopped and he told me to stand, as I stood, he dropped to his knees and started sucking me. Being sucked felt so good, but not as good as it felt to suck on his cock. After some time, I stripped down and climbed onto his bed and got on all fours. He got behind me and rubbed his cock against mine before pressing his tip against my hole. I loved the feeling, but he couldn't push into my hole. Luckily, he had some lotion that he used, letting him penetrate me fully (at least, he said he went in fully). We fucked for some time, with me alternating between doggy to missionary, before stopping. He felt so good in me. It did hurt a bit, but the pleasure made it worth it. We couldn't stop talking about it with each other all week. The next weekend, we continued fucking as before.

This started our relationship as fuck buddies in junior high, before it turned into a full on relationship in high school. Most people didn't know about our relationship, including our families, apart from a few of our close friends, who were very supportive of us. That time was amazing for the two of us. We spent so much time together. We were at each other's houses almost every day and there were weekends where we would only be in either person's bedroom, only coming out to eat. I'm surprised our parents didn't know (They probably knew, or had a suspicion at the very least). We both learned to ejaculate and we explored our sexual identities more and more. I learned that I love eating and being filled with cum and that I love being a sub. He learned that he was bi and that he was vers. This didn't change our dynamic though. He was still the best dom and best top that I had. Our relationship lasted from freshman year up until the end of junior year, where we realized that we were drifting apart, romantically. Our split no longer meant that we could remain best friends, but we were still friends. We did meet up for a fuck once in a blue moon, but those hookups couldn't hold a candle to what we were like before.

In college, while living on dorms, I cruised a lot and hooked up a lot. It wasn't until my first semester in my second year that I met someone like my ex, in bed. He was a plumber that came to fix a leaky shower in my dorm. I kept checking him out, by staring at his bulge and biting my lip while rubbing my crotch. He noticed and asked if I wanted to suck his dick. I answered his question by nodding and I blew him in the shower. He wanted to fuck me, and I let him. The bathroom door was closed and luckily, there was no one in the dorm at the time. This started our relationship together. He wasn't my first older man, but he the first older man that made me want to return for more, like my first. He gave me his number and we would meet up, either in my dorm room or at his house and he'd fuck and breed me, while I sucked him. He introduced me to his little underground sex group.

My college was in a college town made up of other small colleges. The group was made up of professors from the different colleges, different staff (like maintenance men, plumbers, janitors, line cooks, etc.) from the different colleges, and a few local men. There was an okay amount of us college students (okay, being enough to please all the men in the group). We were the ones being fucked and sucking the men off. I had an amazing time in that group. The group turned me onto orgies and gangbangs. I really clicked with a professor in his forties, and would meet up with him or the plumber for one-on-one sex outside of the orgies.

I felt amazing in college, especially after finding that group. With the amount of time I spent being a bottom (which was basically all the time) I'm surprised and lucky I didn't catch anything, especially because I loved going bareback and getting bred. In my twenties, I found a group through a friend I made in my college sex group, where I could be used like before again. There weren't any orgies or gangbangs, since it was really just a sharing group where the younger men would be shared between the older men on weekends.

Currently, I'm still a bottom, but I now top the right young man from time to time. I'm not a part of any groups either. I'm still in contact my first, and though we don't talk much or fuck anymore, its nice to have a chat with him and reminisce.

Thank you for reading this long confession!