Man with a Plan
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There is a point to me posting this but let me tell you the great news.
As many of you may or not know, I am bi and until last week I was searching for my first experience. This was until last Friday Night. Well let me get you to that point, just a month ago I met this guy at a club where I was with another friend looking to get some girls. So while my friend was on the dance floor going up to every bar in the place, I sat down on the side of the room where the couches and stuff were and watched him make a fool of himself. While I was there I noticed a good looking guy sitting at the end. It startled me that he wasn't out dancing or doing anything so I went down to make conversation strictly as a straight guy.
I sat down next to him and introduced myself. We started up a conversation on how stupid everyone looked out there dancing. He told me that he was only there because his cousin and his girlfriend needed a designated driver for when they get drunk. I chuckled and said that I was there to pick up a girl but the whole scene didn't interest me much. We just sat there and chatted for a while. My friend left with some girl so we talked about sports and everything until his cousin was so piss drunk that they had to leave. We exchanged phone numbers and said goodbye.
Over the next couple of days we became close and started talking about various things. I went to his place and watched the baseball playoffs and all of that (along with various other people, a mix of my friends and his) basically since his apartment had the biggest television, it was agreed to be our baseball party central. Anyway, it was all fun. I noticed though that during the conversations about women that he seemed to not be there. He never took part in them and usually focused on the game. Never thought much of it until last Wednesday. After being friends for three weeks, we decided that we'd have a sleepover. Basically just us two. It was like we were kids again. Watching movies and all of that. Around midnight, I went to get something to drink. He told me that he wanted to tell me something and that I need to sit down. He started asking me if I noticed him becoming uninterested in the conversations about women. I nodded. He asked a couple of more questions before saying "I'm gay." I was a bit shocked. He started saying that he had to tell me this and if I was uncomfortable that I could leave if I wanted to. I told him that I was bi and I accepted him. His face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning as he asked me if I had ever had a man. I said no. He asked me to come back Friday Night and he'll have it all set up for us. That is if I'm interested. I said, I'll try it. He asked me if I wanted to kiss a man now though. I chuckled and said yes. He leaned in and our lips met. It was a powerful feeling. I loved it. I wanted to take him right then and there.
Things started becoming clear, he wasn't dancing at the club because he was gay. I started becoming nervous. Very nervous. On Friday Night, I went over to his apartment. He answered the door dressed in a robe and I entered. He closed the door and lit candles. I immediately unbuttoned my shirt and removed my pants. I was dressed only in boxers as I leaned in and kissed him. I untied his robe and dropped it. He stood naked infront of me. I began to kiss down his neck and then started playing with his nipples. I rubbed his chest as I did do. I was so happy, I was in 7th heaven, on cloud nine. This felt so surreal. I slapped and grabbed his ass as my head came back up to kiss him again. He whispered in my ear to let's take it to the bedroom. We went in there and had amazing sex. Best ever. We did anal, I recieved the best blowjob that I have ever got (and even gave one). At the end of the night, I was left wondering how I ever lived without men. I fell asleep in his arms with our cocks together. The next day was Saturday so we spend all day inside walking around in bath robes. It was simply wonderful. Since I live a long way from my parents now, I never have to worry about them or anything. I'm happy. Every night we have sex, alternating between my apartment and his. We even did a special roleplay on the night of Game Seven of the ALCS. We both went out and bought Red Sox and Yankees jersey and settled the ALCS "the way it should have been settled." I love having sex with my man.
Now here's the question, it was partly my idea. Even though, we are lovers we keep our mouths shut about it and live "straight" lifestyles (even though he's gay). No one out of ius knows about our sex life with each other. Do you think that's fair to him if we live that kind of lifestyle.
(If there are typos, I'm sorry but I'm leaving soon and I had to get this up in a hurry)
As many of you may or not know, I am bi and until last week I was searching for my first experience. This was until last Friday Night. Well let me get you to that point, just a month ago I met this guy at a club where I was with another friend looking to get some girls. So while my friend was on the dance floor going up to every bar in the place, I sat down on the side of the room where the couches and stuff were and watched him make a fool of himself. While I was there I noticed a good looking guy sitting at the end. It startled me that he wasn't out dancing or doing anything so I went down to make conversation strictly as a straight guy.
I sat down next to him and introduced myself. We started up a conversation on how stupid everyone looked out there dancing. He told me that he was only there because his cousin and his girlfriend needed a designated driver for when they get drunk. I chuckled and said that I was there to pick up a girl but the whole scene didn't interest me much. We just sat there and chatted for a while. My friend left with some girl so we talked about sports and everything until his cousin was so piss drunk that they had to leave. We exchanged phone numbers and said goodbye.
Over the next couple of days we became close and started talking about various things. I went to his place and watched the baseball playoffs and all of that (along with various other people, a mix of my friends and his) basically since his apartment had the biggest television, it was agreed to be our baseball party central. Anyway, it was all fun. I noticed though that during the conversations about women that he seemed to not be there. He never took part in them and usually focused on the game. Never thought much of it until last Wednesday. After being friends for three weeks, we decided that we'd have a sleepover. Basically just us two. It was like we were kids again. Watching movies and all of that. Around midnight, I went to get something to drink. He told me that he wanted to tell me something and that I need to sit down. He started asking me if I noticed him becoming uninterested in the conversations about women. I nodded. He asked a couple of more questions before saying "I'm gay." I was a bit shocked. He started saying that he had to tell me this and if I was uncomfortable that I could leave if I wanted to. I told him that I was bi and I accepted him. His face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning as he asked me if I had ever had a man. I said no. He asked me to come back Friday Night and he'll have it all set up for us. That is if I'm interested. I said, I'll try it. He asked me if I wanted to kiss a man now though. I chuckled and said yes. He leaned in and our lips met. It was a powerful feeling. I loved it. I wanted to take him right then and there.
Things started becoming clear, he wasn't dancing at the club because he was gay. I started becoming nervous. Very nervous. On Friday Night, I went over to his apartment. He answered the door dressed in a robe and I entered. He closed the door and lit candles. I immediately unbuttoned my shirt and removed my pants. I was dressed only in boxers as I leaned in and kissed him. I untied his robe and dropped it. He stood naked infront of me. I began to kiss down his neck and then started playing with his nipples. I rubbed his chest as I did do. I was so happy, I was in 7th heaven, on cloud nine. This felt so surreal. I slapped and grabbed his ass as my head came back up to kiss him again. He whispered in my ear to let's take it to the bedroom. We went in there and had amazing sex. Best ever. We did anal, I recieved the best blowjob that I have ever got (and even gave one). At the end of the night, I was left wondering how I ever lived without men. I fell asleep in his arms with our cocks together. The next day was Saturday so we spend all day inside walking around in bath robes. It was simply wonderful. Since I live a long way from my parents now, I never have to worry about them or anything. I'm happy. Every night we have sex, alternating between my apartment and his. We even did a special roleplay on the night of Game Seven of the ALCS. We both went out and bought Red Sox and Yankees jersey and settled the ALCS "the way it should have been settled." I love having sex with my man.
Now here's the question, it was partly my idea. Even though, we are lovers we keep our mouths shut about it and live "straight" lifestyles (even though he's gay). No one out of ius knows about our sex life with each other. Do you think that's fair to him if we live that kind of lifestyle.
(If there are typos, I'm sorry but I'm leaving soon and I had to get this up in a hurry)