New surprises with the 5 senses

[Want2drift]

Hello, I notice there’s much discussion about finally making the leap but what about expectations vs reality. Any surprises? For years I was bi-curious but didn’t have a clue. I thought my desire to be a panty bottom would make me unique and desirable but I soon learned that seems to be about 90% of bi-curious men. I would often fantasize about being with a guy and suck my thumb while pleasuring myself, often just rubbing myself through my panties or briefs while focusing on the sensations on my lips and tongue. The first time I was with a man (who was of average size) I wasn’t prepared for: how quickly my jaws would become sore, gagging, how powerful and persistent his slow thrusts were when all I could do was just take it. Trying to find that balance between having my fun and giving him pleasure. There were unexpected pleasures too such as how very warm his cock felt in my mouth, feeling his pre-cum and knowing he was enjoying it and hearing someone sigh & moan in pleasure is equally satisfying whether it be with a man or woman, it's just kind of different. And all of that was just the oral part. I could prattle on but basically I’m intrigued with all the senses of sex. The sights, sounds, scents, tastes & physical and/or emotional surprises from your first time.

 

[james2346]

hi - amazing story and would like to chat more. i my first time was great and feeling it again would be awesome.

 

[nostuff]

Hello, I notice there’s much discussion about finally making the leap but what about expectations vs reality. Any surprises? For years I was bi-curious but didn’t have a clue. I thought my desire to be a panty bottom would make me unique and desirable but I soon learned that seems to be about 90% of bi-curious men. I would often fantasize about being with a guy and suck my thumb while pleasuring myself, often just rubbing myself through my panties or briefs while focusing on the sensations on my lips and tongue. The first time I was with a man (who was of average size) I wasn’t prepared for: how quickly my jaws would become sore, gagging, how powerful and persistent his slow thrusts were when all I could do was just take it. Trying to find that balance between having my fun and giving him pleasure. There were unexpected pleasures too such as how very warm his cock felt in my mouth, feeling his pre-cum and knowing he was enjoying it and hearing someone sigh & moan in pleasure is equally satisfying whether it be with a man or woman, it's just kind of different. And all of that was just the oral part. I could prattle on but basically I’m intrigued with all the senses of sex. The sights, sounds, scents, tastes & physical and/or emotional surprises from your first time.

I can't say there were many surprises when I experienced my first man. Perhaps it's because I was too overcome with fear, so much irrational fear. I.e., I worried somebody would discover me, even though I was 1,000 miles from home.

I also worried that nobody would want me. Never mind that I was in a gay bathhouse with a bunch of naked men. Incredibly funny, in retrospect.

More likely, I wasn't surprised, because I had already experienced gay sex so many times in my mind. One fantasy after another. The only question was whether I would find the courage to act on my desires. But when I dropped to my knees and took my first man into my mouth, I knew I wanted more. The mere act of writing about that night makes me hard.

OK, I was somewhat surprised by the realization that I'm a bit of a size queen. It's not that I object to average cocks; I'm not exactly huge, myself. But I am mesmerized by a big cock, and I've experienced a couple. I love hearing myself gag when the shaft pushes into my throat, and I get excited when I have to stretch my jaws wide enough to accommodate my man.

But here's the thing: Even though surrendering to a cock is a very physical experience, the mental aspect is more important. It's knowing that I'm desirable, that I can arouse another man and make him hard and cum.

It is ironic that even though I'm the one being used, the act of pleasing a man is really about me. I'm the one who is in control, and I'm thrilled to know I can drain my lover of his cum.

All those years, I wondered whether women actually enjoyed giving head. Now I understand: The largest sex organ is the brain.

 

[Want2drift]

I can't say there were many surprises when I experienced my first man. Perhaps it's because I was too overcome with fear, so much irrational fear. I.e., I worried somebody would discover me, even though I was 1,000 miles from home.

I also worried that nobody would want me. Never mind that I was in a gay bathhouse with a bunch of naked men. Incredibly funny, in retrospect.

More likely, I wasn't surprised, because I had already experienced gay sex so many times in my mind. One fantasy after another. The only question was whether I would find the courage to act on my desires. But when I dropped to my knees and took my first man into my mouth, I knew I wanted more. The mere act of writing about that night makes me hard.

OK, I was somewhat surprised by the realization that I'm a bit of a size queen. It's not that I object to average cocks; I'm not exactly huge, myself. But I am mesmerized by a big cock, and I've experienced a couple. I love hearing myself gag when the shaft pushes into my throat, and I get excited when I have to stretch my jaws wide enough to accommodate my man.

But here's the thing: Even though surrendering to a cock is a very physical experience, the mental aspect is more important. It's knowing that I'm desirable, that I can arouse another man and make him hard and cum.

It is ironic that even though I'm the one being used, the act of pleasing a man is really about me. I'm the one who is in control, and I'm thrilled to know I can drain my lover of his cum.

All those years, I wondered whether women actually enjoyed giving head. Now I understand: The largest sex organ is the brain.

To elaborate about my first experience I was nervous but my biggest fear was the drive to the gentleman’s home late at night on ice covered roads wearing frilly feminine things under my street clothes. This was in the Craigslist days and I vetted him with emails until I was reasonably certain he wasn’t a junkie or sneaky, just a lonely divorcee who hadn’t seen pretty lingerie or received special attention for too long.

When I finally shed my outerwear he was into it and I enjoyed the feel of his hands all over me against the smooth materials: rubbing, squeezing, playful smacks. When things heated up I learned I’m not a size queen. I’d often sucked my thumb or licked my own pre-cum, fantasizing about this moment but that was no preparation. He was only about 5” but thick (think fireplug) my jaws became very sore. I didn’t anticipate the joy of being in control as you mentioned, hearing his sighs of pleasure and feeling his slow thrusts were such an unexpected reward. Despite the soreness and gagging it did feel quite natural. I was concerned how I would handle his climax but frustratingly couldn’t finish him and couldn’t take much more. I thought he just had amazing stamina and / or my skills weren’t good. He later confessed he pre-gamed by j/o earlier and took an ED pill which kept him so rigid.

When I submitted to bottom (safely) it took time / lube for him to work inside me, for a while I didn’t think it was going to work. I still remember that distinct feeling when he popped inside me but I can’t describe the sound I made, his neighbors probably can. I expected we’d find a natural rhythm but for the duration every moan and whimper I made was a sincere reaction to his motions. The sharp stretching sensation was persistent no matter the pace or position but did ease a little. I don’t know how long we were at it but it wasn’t over quick. I thought I’d scratched that itch but still get hard thinking about that night and would love to repeat it. It’s just so difficult now to find the play time and the right person.

 

[GoodnessO]

I can't say there were many surprises when I experienced my first man. Perhaps it's because I was too overcome with fear, so much irrational fear. I.e., I worried somebody would discover me, even though I was 1,000 miles from home.

I also worried that nobody would want me. Never mind that I was in a gay bathhouse with a bunch of naked men. Incredibly funny, in retrospect.

More likely, I wasn't surprised, because I had already experienced gay sex so many times in my mind. One fantasy after another. The only question was whether I would find the courage to act on my desires. But when I dropped to my knees and took my first man into my mouth, I knew I wanted more. The mere act of writing about that night makes me hard.

OK, I was somewhat surprised by the realization that I'm a bit of a size queen. It's not that I object to average cocks; I'm not exactly huge, myself. But I am mesmerized by a big cock, and I've experienced a couple. I love hearing myself gag when the shaft pushes into my throat, and I get excited when I have to stretch my jaws wide enough to accommodate my man.

But here's the thing: Even though surrendering to a cock is a very physical experience, the mental aspect is more important. It's knowing that I'm desirable, that I can arouse another man and make him hard and cum.

It is ironic that even though I'm the one being used, the act of pleasing a man is really about me. I'm the one who is in control, and I'm thrilled to know I can drain my lover of his cum.

All those years, I wondered whether women actually enjoyed giving head. Now I understand: The largest sex organ is the brain.

Own the cock.

 

[Danskos44]

For my first time giving a blow job, I met someone nearby on the old yahoo m4m chat room, in the mid nineties... I was very nervous.... the adrenalin rush of finally crossing the line, the combined feelings of excitement, embarrassment, lust and shame all at once. Wasn't even sure of the etiquette - made small talk for ten minutes before he smiled and gently suggested we get started. He dropped his jeans, revealing a semi erect cock that would stretch to what seemed like several inches when hard. I quickly dropped to my knees in the classic legs-under-the-coffee-table position, put a pillow under my knees, wet my lips and took his cock into my mouth. I loved the gurgling "Gluk-gluk-gluk" sounds his cock made as it slid in and out of my mouth.....I knew in that instant that I would be doing this again! That was almost 30 years and countless cocks ago, but I still remember it fondly.

 

[saintcero]

Two distinct memories have stayed with me regarding my first time performing oral on a man. The first thing that struck me was how natural his cock felt in my mouth. It fit perfectly, just like it belonged there. I was instantly happy when his cock settled on my tongue and my lips sealed around his shaft.

The second thing that stayed with me was the taste and smell of his cum when he orgasmed. He flooded my mouth. I swallowed and swallowed but his taste stayed with me. The smell of semen permeated my sinuses. I smelled him for a week or more. Of course, this was all in my head and likely connected to the guilt I had for becoming a cocksucker.

If there had been a dozen guys in his bedroom that day I would have sucked them all. I loved it.

 

[rc1989]

Two distinct memories have stayed with me regarding my first time performing oral on a man. The first thing that struck me was how natural his cock felt in my mouth. It fit perfectly, just like it belonged there. I was instantly happy when his cock settled on my tongue and my lips sealed around his shaft.

The second thing that stayed with me was the taste and smell of his cum when he orgasmed. He flooded my mouth. I swallowed and swallowed but his taste stayed with me. The smell of semen permeated my sinuses. I smelled him for a week or more. Of course, this was all in my head and likely connected to the guilt I had for becoming a cocksucker.

If there had been a dozen guys in his bedroom that day I would have sucked them all. I loved it.

I agree with you both accounts. My first I had no clue what a blow job was visually. Only from stories read in magazines. I held his dick straight up and spit down on the head and slid my lips all the way down to his pubes. The warmth and the fit was perfect. He said oh shit oh fuck oh god and other stuff I couldn't hear over my moaning. Naturally started bobbing up and down tasting his skin and precum. He said he was going to cum and I just started moaning and bobbing quicker till he was warming my mouth with cum. He held my head when he quit cumming. He let go and I slid my lips to the tip and swallowed. The taste I thought was just salty but not bad. I held his dick and he was still hard. I licked the head and I could smell his sweat and the cum together and his hand on my head and I did the same thing again and this time I could feel his cock swell and he was making hissing sounds and he was moving his legs and he lunges up shot in my throat and I had to release his dick to cough. His cum was running down his dick so I started licking around his shaft and pubes before I sucked him down again. This time we took a break and I had that cum taste in my mouth for an hour or so and could smell it on my upper lip and by my nose and felt where some had dried on me.

 

[Stom15720]

The softness of the head, how hard and rigid the shaft is and how the skin glides up and down the shaft. I love when I can begin to taste the precum and then when my mouth is filled with cum!

 

[CharlieBoker]

I played around with mutual masturbation in public toilets after discovering I had a bi side in my late teens. I’d discovered the cruise culture in public toilets we call cottaging in the UK.
It was so easy for a handsome young man to find some mutual cock fun and a quick cum at the urinal in those places back in the 80s when I first became gay aware. I preferred older guys and there were plenty willing to play with a nice looking young piece of meat like me. I liked to get wanked off by them and play with another hard cock and make it cum, splattering the porcelain or stainless splashback with their seed.

It was a few years before I plucked up the courage to suck a cock but it happened after I met a much older guy at a cottage and then got in his car parked in a secluded spot in the park.
He was gentle, seemed kind and clearly knew how to be persuasive with a nervous youngster.
Our trousers were lowered and we played with each other a little whilst sat in the front seats.
It happened so organically; He just cupped the back of my neck and gently pulled me down towards his lap. “Put your mouth on me, you know it’s what you want”. I’ll never forget those words. He was right I did want that cock in my mouth, so there was no resistance from my side.

I can still remember how it felt, having that first erect penis in my mouth. The squishy feeling of the soft mushroom head against the insides of my mouth, the slightly salty first taste of precum and the unmistakable musky aroma of man and ball sac filling my nostrils as I took more of him in.

It was an overwhelmingly sexy assault on the senses that had me hooked on cock for life!

 

[Phatfeet]

For me, I had heard so much about how painful anal sex was that the first time I expected it to be so much worse. I mean there is even a name for it, “Painal”, so that first time, it was not nearly as bad as I expected. I think because of that intense expectation it was more of a discomfort then outright unbearable pain… which surprised me. I was also surprised how fast I relaxed and let him fully take me. And how quickly I took him as well.

All those were surprises, but good ones.

The bad surprise was the rest of the afternoon being on the toilet getting rid of him via diarrhea. I was not expecting that.

But not knowing some of the negative surprises is also understandable. We as humans tend not to talk about the negative experiences because we are trying to forget them and concentrate on how good the experience felt. Because of that I do not see not knowing about them as being deceitful by others, just unexpected!