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Newshowoff

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Hello everyone,

I was wondering if there would be interest in sharing experiences in exploring aspects of our sexuality. NOTHING UNDERAGE!!!

I've only had 2 actual experiences with a man, but I spent a long time reading stories and chatting before I got the courage to try. I never would have taken the plunge except I learned that my urges and desires where not strange or even uncommon. If possible I'd like to help other people they way I was helped. Maybe someone will read my story or chat and get the courage to explore too.

While I still have fantasies of my own to explore I can honestly say I'm glad I e started down my own road.

Feel free to share your own feelings or send me a message directly.
 
I've had a very similar experience. Long time with no urges, then I builds and builds until I do something about it.

It's funny you mention the "true story but written as fiction" because my two stories I've written on Literotica were the same thing. It was almost as much of a turn on knowing that people were reading about what I actually did as it was experiencing it.

I THINK my urges have to do about giving up control and not being in charge more than anything else. Still physically and emotionally attracted to women, but submitting to a man, especially orally is just one of those urges that I have to satisfy every now and again.
 
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I have no experiences with men although some may choose to differ with me about that opinion. After all, I am sucking cock and being fucked even if I think it’s a woman with the cock. All of my experiences have been with transgender women, the first a Filipina I arranged to meet in Hong Kong and the second, my current girlfriend.

I have written a series of stories about the first:

http://literotica.com/s/my-visit-with-a-filipina-friend
http://literotica.com/s/my-visit-with-a-filipina-friend-pt-02
http://literotica.com/s/my-visit-with-a-filipina-friend-pt-03

I have also written a series of stories about my sexual experiences with my girlfriend:

http://literotica.com/s/my-transgender-love-week-1
http://literotica.com/s/a-trans-top-and-her-bottom-bitch
http://literotica.com/s/bottom-bitch-is-bred-by-his-dom-top
 
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It's funny you mention the "true story but written as fiction" because my two stories I've written on Literotica were the same thing.

Same here, my first story here was almost entirely true. The stuff I changed was minor, or otherwise at the request of my girlfriend (which didn't embellish anything).

That being said, every other story I've written so far includes 'me' but in a fictional story. The parts that the 'me' character plays, would be how I would interact, there's a very erotic feeling in that.
 
I have written 11 stories and the most popular are the two that are pure fiction. People like stories better than reality. I know a guy who has had zero real life experience with transgender women. His stories are ridiculously absurd but people love them!
 
I read stories a LOT when I was getting up the courage to actually try my first gay experience. I always looked for the stories that even if not true, could have been or were extremely realistic. I found for the longest time, when I'd get urges, they would go away after I jerked off. I'd cum then say well that's over I'm not going to look into this again. The urges went away for shorter and shorter times after cumming until they didn't go away any more and I found a way to finally act on them for real.

After my first time it went away for a long time until it followed the same pattern, only this time I was more committed to the experience. Had a second experience and was more satisfied. But it's starting again and I'm excited and kinda scared what my third experience will be if the urges get to that point again.

I guess I'd say anyone who reads this and is experiencing anything similar, don't rush it. Let it happen naturally. Hell, send me a message. Knowing you aren't a freak (or at least not in a bad way 😉) helped me let things progress
 
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As a side note, and a very long shot, I'm also taking applications for anyone that wants to help me with my next story by providing real world experience lol
 
I’d be happy to chat about my experiences. I’ve had plenty. It should be understood. That many sexual experiences we had, we were t**ns experimenting, or living out images we saw in erotic magazines. I fall into that category; where unfortunately I was exposed to porn before I was mature enough. This wasn’t a creepy relative or neighbor. I was me snooping in older siblings rooms. Or friend that did the same
 
Thought I had another experience lined up, but couldn't get the time right.

That's been the other constant in my exploration. Finding time and location that works with a guy I'm interested in and who is interested in me. The other major problem I constantly run into is there are so many more bottoms or versatile guys then true tops that I've found. I get my dominant fix with women, looking for the opposite with men
 
Thought I had another experience lined up, but couldn't get the time right.

That's been the other constant in my exploration. Finding time and location that works with a guy I'm interested in and who is interested in me. The other major problem I constantly run into is there are so many more bottoms or versatile guys then true tops that I've found. I get my dominant fix with women, looking for the opposite with men
Sounds like me also!
 
Though I’ve identified as a straight male for most my life, I developed a curiosity in recent years about man sex. OK, it was more than curiosity. It was a serious desire for cock, and it inspired all sorts of fantasies. Even when having sex with my wife, I dreamed of being fucked by a man.

But I was always afraid to act. For years, I struggled, and it wasn’t until a couple years ago that I pulled together enough courage to follow through on my desires.

The opportunity came when I found myself in another city for a convention, and out of curiosity, I looked up a bathhouse. Turns out, it was just a short ride from downtown. I’m thinking about that bathhouse every day of the convention, wondering if I can go there and maintain my anonymity. The convention ends, and I’ve got one more night in town before catching my flight home.

Now or never, I keep telling myself. The chances of being recognized are infinitesimal, and I tell myself I can always leave if things get uncomfortable. So I decide to go, except I chicken out. And I spend the whole afternoon deciding to go, then chickening out.

It’s early evening now, and I leave my hotel for a walk and to find dinner. The whole time, I'm thinking about experiencing my first cock. Wondering if I have the balls to actually take a cock in my mouth, what would it feel like, how would it taste, would I freak out. Could I fuck a man’s ass? Would I be brave enough to let a man fuck mine?

At that point, I decided to begin taking a series of small steps. When I stepped out of the restaurant, I decided to call a ride. When my Lyft arrived, I decided to go to the bathhouse instead of my hotel. When I got to the bathhouse, I decided to go in. When I went in, I decided to take a room and undress. After I undressed, I hesitated, so I focused on the TV screen playing a video of two men fucking. Finally, I decided to walk around the bathhouse, then I decided to park myself on a bunk in the basement to see what would happen.

And then it happened. This small, geeky fellow climbed up beside me on the bunk, and I spread my legs, wondering whether my invitation was enough. I watched as his hand pushed aside the towel I was wearing, and I felt his hand on my prick. As he stroked me, I reached under his towel and for the first time touched another man’s cock.

We sat there silently stroking each other for how long I don’t know. Frankly, I didn’t know what to say, until I heard the question: Top or bottom?

I paused for a moment, then replied: Bottom.

Just do it, I told myself, so I slid off the bunk, dropped to my knees and gazed at what was about to become my first cock. I opened my mouth and leaned forward, feeling the head and shaft slide past my lips and against my tongue.

My first gay sex.

I wish I could say that was the end of my fear, but all night, there was a voice inside my head. Despite that little voice, I was able to muster enough courage to experience three men.

I still love women; I also love cock. Alas, having a wife who would never understand makes life difficult.
 
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