In actuality, the same boy that touched the boy in the locker room, later called him a “faggot” in the hallway. In the corner of the locker room, and still in the closet, I felt a moment of joy: What if I wasn’t alone? What if there were other boys that felt the same way I did? Off to the side or in the background, I often overheard boys say things like “nice dick” and “you got a hairy ass.” At one point, I saw a boy playfully touch a classmate. And I can tell you I was not the only one looking. Curious, I couldn’t help but glance at some of them while they changed.
#Bi first time gay videos full#
My high school locker room completely bewildered me-a small space full of sweaty boys, constantly fighting, and pulling each other’s pants down. I was quiet and observant, and I didn’t yet know if I should, or could, act on those emotions. I was 14, just starting high school at an all-boys public school in the Bronx, when I began to feel a strong physical attraction to other boys. Page Count: About 15 pages depending on your device settings (your exact results may vary!). If you like that sort of thing, then be warned that reading this story may cause extreme horniness!
If you have a problem with any of that, then do not purchase this story! This work contains explicit words and passages that are unsuitable for minors and/or possibly prohibited in your locality. WARNING: This is a work of ADULT BISEXUAL EROTIC fiction featuring explicit sexual acts between consenting adults of the same gender, and is intended only for mature audiences 18 years of age or older.
"Well, if I wasn't so wasted right now, I'd bend you over that chair and show you the night of your life!" I guess I've never really had the opportunity." "I never really gave it that much thought. "Because you weren't interested, or because you were too scared to try?" "Have you ever done anything with another guy?" "Actually," I said once he'd returned with our beers, "I might not be completely straight." Todd took my empty plastic cup and refilled our beers, and while I tried to recover my composure, I was overcome with a sense of absolute trust for this guy that I had known for all of four hours. "You're really cute, and if you were interested, I'd totally be into it. "Really, it's not a big deal," Todd assured me once more. Had I been that obvious? I wasn't sure whether I should deny it or embrace it, so instead, I said nothing. I just assumed from the way you've been checking me out all night that you're into guys." "No, no," Todd said, "I'm bi", as casually as if he was telling me what he had eaten for dinner.
The only gay person I had ever known was a flamboyantly effeminate guy at my high school, and I guess that had become the stereotype that I unintentionally assigned to all gay men. He told me that he had just broken up with a guy that he had been dating back home, and it took me longer than it should have to realize that he had said "guy" and not "girl". I was so drunk that I don't even remember how the topic came up, but the conversation eventually turned towards relationships. A night of drunken conversation leads to a proposition, and in the morning, once they've sobered up, the guys get down and dirty for some intense first time man-on-man loving! An excerpt from the sto In the latest tale in the "First Time Gay Sex" series, our narrator meets a gorgeous college student named Todd, and the young man's beauty stirs some latent bisexual curiosity.Ī night of drunken conversation leads to a proposition, and in the morning, once they've sobered up, the guys get down and dirty for some intense first time man-on-man loving! In the latest tale in the "First Time Gay Sex" series, our narrator meets a gorgeous college student named Todd, and the young man's beauty stirs some latent bisexual curiosity.