My first experience with gay sex was back during the summer after my freshman year of college.
There was a group of friends who hung out together -- a fairly even mix of guys and girls. But I was closest friends with two; Becky and Rob.
It was something of an odd relationship. We were all the same age, 19 at the time. I can't really say Rob was my "best friend", though I hung out with him more than with any of the other guys in the group. Nor can I say I was really "dating" Becky, regardless of the fact that we went out together on a regular basis. I knew that Rob was just as interested in her as I, but it didn't really matter; we were all just good friends. The three of us spent a lot of time together.
Rob's parents were pretty well off and had a big house in the nicer part of the small town in which we lived. So it was no surprise we most often ended up loafing around in their basement game room, shooting pool, listening to music and wasting time as teenagers are wont to do.
One evening, during summer break, Rob's parents weren't home, so he, Becky and I had the place to ourselves. After a few games of three player 8-ball, we sat down on the big sofa in the game room, with Becky between Rob and me.
I'm not sure which of us started it, but soon we were sort of passing a kiss back and forth. I'd kiss her, she'd turn to Rob and kiss him, then back to me and so it went. Of course, the hormones started to flow, and soon Rob reached over and unbuttoned the top fastener on her blouse. She laughed and said it wasn't fair, since he was wearing a t-shirt. So, I unfastened the next button. She turned back to me and gave me a hard, deep kiss while unbuttoning the top two of my shirt.
And so it went until her blouse was unbuttoned to the waist, and we could see her white lace bra and the swell of her breasts.
I had an erection fit to tear through my jeans as I slipped my hand into her shirt to caress her chest, while Rob unfastened the top button of her jeans.
At that point, Becky let out a half chuckle and said, "I'm not sure the two of you can handle me," while she reached out to play with our denim covered erections.
"I'm not sure the two of you could handle me," was Rob's reply.
After another few strokes of our engorged members, Becky laughed again, and got up suddenly saying "That's all for tonight, guys." She slowly buttoned her jeans and blouse, and then leaned in to kiss first me, then Rob. A little while later, we left. As I walked her home, she held my hand but playfully refused to talk about what had just happened. It wasn't until later that what Rob said struck me...
"I'm not sure the two of you could handle me."
I knew what Becky meant. Joking or not, she was implying that she was so enthusiastic a lover that Rob and I together would have a difficult time keeping up with her had thing progressed as they were going. But Rob; had he meant the same; that Becky and I together would not be able to satisfy him sexually?
A few days later, Rob and I were taking a bike trip along an abandoned railway spur. Back then the "rails to trails" program was just getting underway, so that section of track was pretty empty, except for the two of us. As we rode, we came to a gap in the trees which lined the right-of-way. Rob turned off the rail bed and through the gap into a grassy field.
"Aw, man," he muttered.
"What?"
"Those people," he pointed to what we took to be a father and his kids flying kites at the far end of the field. "I was hoping to sunbathe nude up here today."
For the second time in a week, Rob caught me by surprise.
He shrugged, swung his bike back through the gap in the trees and headed back down the tracks toward home.