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Gay Confessions
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Gay Male / 31
I'm Gay But I Had To Have My First Time, This Is My Confession
This is my confession about confronting my gay side. I was not gay then, or at least I had no idea. I was working a summer job at a furniture resale shop owned by a gay man. Everyone knew he was gay. He was nice enough, but he had a habit of touching me. Touching my rear when I walked by and poking at my crotch when he was facing me. Many times while he was talking to me and touching me I thought about what it would be like to be kissed by him. I wanted to be kissed, that's the thing. And I know he could feel that.
I had to clean the apartment I was living in before turning it in and I didn't have a vacuum. He offered me a vacuum but I had to stop by and get it. At his house, he lived alone and he had paraphernalia of gay men, you know what everyone needs, a sculpture of an erect penis. He told me to hold it, not that way, grab it like you want to grab a dick. Then here, let me grab your dick and see if you like it.
My pants were down around my ankles and he had my dick in his hand and he offered to kiss me. He knew already that's what I wanted, but he asked anyway. He undid his pants and let them fall to his ankles, here you hold my dick and I'll hold your dick and we'll kiss. It wasn't long before we were both totally naked on his round bed with mirrors on the wall and the ceiling. I love watching myself fucking a cute boy, what do you think? I watched myself being fucked, from the front, the sides, up on the ceiling, and when I turned my head around from the back wall.
After he fucked me he offered to put a mirror under me the next time, that way I could watch his dick going in and out of me. He liked naked, always naked, always sucking dick or holding dick, or on my knees over the mirror under me while he fucked me. He also liked to kiss me, as in some men don't like to kiss, he liked to kiss and I loved it. I loved being kissed, whether or not it led to sex later. Just the feeling of being kissed was my favorite.
Others I'm sure have different stories about how they became queer and learned the ways of queer men. Some I'm sure got fucked in a bar, or over the railing at a beach house. But very few of them became queer kissing away with a man who loved to kiss with him.
I had to clean the apartment I was living in before turning it in and I didn't have a vacuum. He offered me a vacuum but I had to stop by and get it. At his house, he lived alone and he had paraphernalia of gay men, you know what everyone needs, a sculpture of an erect penis. He told me to hold it, not that way, grab it like you want to grab a dick. Then here, let me grab your dick and see if you like it.
My pants were down around my ankles and he had my dick in his hand and he offered to kiss me. He knew already that's what I wanted, but he asked anyway. He undid his pants and let them fall to his ankles, here you hold my dick and I'll hold your dick and we'll kiss. It wasn't long before we were both totally naked on his round bed with mirrors on the wall and the ceiling. I love watching myself fucking a cute boy, what do you think? I watched myself being fucked, from the front, the sides, up on the ceiling, and when I turned my head around from the back wall.
After he fucked me he offered to put a mirror under me the next time, that way I could watch his dick going in and out of me. He liked naked, always naked, always sucking dick or holding dick, or on my knees over the mirror under me while he fucked me. He also liked to kiss me, as in some men don't like to kiss, he liked to kiss and I loved it. I loved being kissed, whether or not it led to sex later. Just the feeling of being kissed was my favorite.
Others I'm sure have different stories about how they became queer and learned the ways of queer men. Some I'm sure got fucked in a bar, or over the railing at a beach house. But very few of them became queer kissing away with a man who loved to kiss with him.
