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.