My First Gay Experience

This story is true. The names and places have not been changed. The dialogue is how I remember it.

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Two months after I turned 18, I met a man on C-list when I was half-heartedly searching first the w4m section (with obviously, no luck) then I saw the link for the m4m section. I didn't consider myself gay or bi but when I saw the list of links and my eyes darted across "m4m", I felt a pinch or a stirring at that part of my dick where it connects to the body. It made me horny for some inexplicable reason.

I didn't have anyone but my hand to fuck at that time in my life because I was currently single so I was horny and desperate, horny, young, dumb, horny, and full of cum. And did I mention, always horny?

We chatted back and forth after I replied to his post, 'Masc seeks 18 year old twink." The '18 year old' caught my eye and I felt intrigued about the term "twink". I had no idea what a twink was so I searched the term and it read,

'a man who is usually in his late teens to early twenties whose traits may include a slim to average physique, a youthful appearance, with little to no body hair.'

'Holy shit, that's me, all through,' I thought to myself. I was thin, no body hair except my eyebrows and head, and at 18 I still looked 14.

After our initial back and forth, we exchanged pics and stats. He was great-looking and his name was Doug. Then he gave me his phone number and wanted me to call him.

'God, he has a sexy voice too' I thought to myself when he answered the phone.

Doug spoke first,

"So you're actually straight? Why did you respond to my ad then?"

I immediately became nervous but decided to come out with it,

"I had initially searched the w4m section but something kind of sort of stirred in my dick when I saw the m4m section below it. I got horny for some reason. I opened the link and one of the first that appeared was yours. I saw 18 year old and twink. I had no idea what a twink was so I looked it up and it's literally me."

"So you are a slim, boyish looking, hairless teenager?"

"Pretty much, yes."

Okay, james, let me ask you. Are you willing to experiment and have some fun?"

"I think so, yes."

We spoke for about 20 minutes about work, age difference, experience, etc. He seemed satisfied with my answers and then mentioned he had an interior decorating store not far from my work and gave me the address. Told me I should come by.

We parted ways online and I didn't make any plans to text him or stop by his store for another week. For some reason, he popped into my head about 3 pm Friday afternoon, accompanied by a half hard-on. I was on break at work and decided to text him.

"Hi Doug, it's james, we talked recently?"

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"james, hi! Yes, how are you doing? I've been thinking about you since we chatted."

"I'm doing well, I guess. I'm at work now but on break. How are you?"

"I'm doing well, also at work. I was feeling sluggish but am better now after a nice pull of poppers."

"Poppers? What's that?"

...

"Oh, um poppers give you a little rush. It's a liquid called Amyl Nitrate. They make you feel warm and hot, can make you slightly dizzy...they were used to treat angina at some point by widening the arteries that supply blood."

"Oh, okay. And you sniff them?"

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"Not really. A little sniff isn't going to do anything, even for a newbie like yourself. You need to hold the opening of the bottle at your nose, hold the opposite nostril closed and inhale really, really, very deeply. Then hold your breath for several seconds and exhale. I'd be happy to show you how to do it when we meet. I'm pretty sure you'll love the feeling."

"I'd be interested in trying them. When would you want to meet me?"

"Are you available tonight?"

"Well, I don't have plans for tonight. I could meet you."

"Great! What time do you get off work?"

"5."

"Excellent. You have the address to my store. Let's meet up, say 5:30 tonight?"

"Um, okay."

"Great, I'll see you then!"

When I got out of my car to go back to work, I had to hide the hard-on that had manifested itself while I was texting Doug.

...

So, here I was at 5:33, pulling into the parking lot of his business on a Friday night. The lot was behind the building and as I got out of my car, I saw him standing at the rear door, holding it open with his body leaning against it. He was taller than me, and more built.

He was all smiles, 'He's even bettrler looking in person.' I thought.

As I approached him at the rear door, he continues to smile at me and says, "I'm so happy you decided to come."

'God, I forgot how sexy his voice is' I thought again.

He makes a motion with his arm to invite me inside and as we enter the back door, I can see there are steep stairs leading down to a lower level. He reaches out for my hand and for some reason I give it to him. He gently grasps my hand in his and says, "There are some really steep stairs here, let me help you."

I noticed there was a handrail I could have used but for some reason, didn't. I felt small with my hand in his.

We reached the lower level and walked around the side of the stairs to a lounge area; a nice couch against the wall, a mini fridge and a few lounge chairs surrounding a coffee table.

He reaches into his pocket and retrieves a small brown bottle with a picture of a skull in a gas mask and the word AMYL in large yellow letters. He unscrews the lid and holds the side of his nose closed as he takes a long inhale from the bottle. He exhales then moans.

He turns and steps closer to me and asks, "would you like to try them?"

"Sure," I reply. "So just hold a nostril closed and breathe in?" I ask, reaching for the bottle.

He steps in a little closer and says, "let me help you."

He reaches up and presses the right side of my nose closed and brings the bottle up. He nestles the bottle into my left nostril and tells me to breathe out through my mouth. I do as I'm instructed.

"Okay, now inhale slowly and fill your lungs as full as you can.

Again, I do as I am instructed and inhale deeply and fully until I can't inhale any more.

He smiles and nods at this and says to me, "Now hold it......keep holding it......just a little longer......and......exhale."

I exhale and breathe in fresh oxygen and am immediately hit with a wave of heat and dizziness. I feel really good. I've never experienced a high like this before. I'm immediately horny and my cock is beginning to get hard. What the heck?

"And again..." his voice rings in my ears as the bottle is back, now under the right side of my nose.

I grab his hand holding the bottle with both hands and inhale deeply and fully once again.

I hold the beautiful vapors inside my lungs even longer this time and then inhale fresh oxygen and the horniness has quadrupled in intensity. My dick is at full hardness and is pulsing with my heartbeat.

I moan aloud in pleasure and he chuckles. "I knew you were going to love these."

I'm high as fuck and the room is spinning a bit and I begin to wobble a little. He reaches out to steady my arm and as I look up into his eyes I see the bottle. I want more of it. He sees the popper-lust on my face and is more than happy to oblige me my new addiction.

I reach out to grasp his hand again and bring the bottle back up to my nose and he chuckles.

"Well well, you are a little pig, aren't you? More than I thought you'd be."

His words barely registering in my ears, I enjoy the new replenishing of amyl in my blood stream.

I love this feeling. The horniness becoming stronger and my cock is straining to break free of my shorts. It's doing things to me I can't explain or understand. I only know I need release. I need release now.

He screws the top back on the bottle and places it on the coffee table. He turns back to me and tells me something that would change the next 5 years of my life.

"james, I'm going to make you cum right here by kissing you."

Dizzy, horny as hell, hard as a rock and hot, I hear myself reply,

"Please."

He smiles, steps closer to me, leans down and presses his open mouth against mine.

His lips are warm and soft, but firm. I melt into his arms as they wrap around me. His tongue gently escapes his mouth and parts my lips, reaching in to explore my mouth. I begin to suck it like I was fearing it would escape my mouth and I would lose it forever.

He steps backward and I follow him, lips still locked together. His hands unclasp the button and zipper on my shorts as he spreads the fly open and pulls my hard cock out.

So hard, so horny for release and so turned on from the poppers and the passion, all it takes is nine seconds of his tongue down my throat until I moan and whimper into his mouth as I shoot my load all over the floor.

He continues with his oral ministrations until I come down and then he breaks the kiss, looks down into my eyes and says,

"I'm so happy you decided to cum," smiles then moves over to sit down on the couch.

"Kneel here, james." He says to me as points between his legs then reaches to the table for the bottle.

With my shorts still open and hugging my thighs, I kneel down and he brings the bottle back up to my nose. I go through my new favorite ritual once in the left nostril, once in the right nostril, and again in both. He screws the top back on and again places the bottle next to him on the table.

Seeing me swaying, kneeling there between his wide-open knees, he leans back against the couch and looking me in the eyes, unbuckles his belt and unsnaps his slacks.

Doug then pulls out his 7" cock, almost fully erect, stroking it. He then leans in and kisses me deeply. We make out heavily for a few minutes, getting me hard again, then he whispers in my ear, "I want you to swallow," as he pulls my head freely down on to his waiting hard-on.

My previous orgasm having done nothing to curb my high or my appetite, I willingly accept another man, a superior man's cock into my mouth for the first time.

I suck, I slurp, I lick, I nibble all over, awkwardly, up and down his magnificent cock and shaft until he cups the back of my neck in his grasp. He uses his grip to move my head and mouth where he wants me and I learn from this.

When he pulls my head up toward his cockhead and then back down hard as soon as it's in my mouth, he wants me to take it as deep as I can. When he cranes my head to the side, he wants me to lick the underside of the shaft up and down. When he holds his cock in one hand and my head in the other with my lips against the cockhead, he wants me to bathe it with my tongue.

Every few minutes, he would "popper me up" as he called it. I was so high and so out of it. After awhile, he let go of my head, apparently satisfied with my progress. He grabbed the bottle from the table next to him and would take periodic hits from it while watching me suck him.

Yes, he came in my mouth. I knew it was coming, I felt it was coming. His moans told me it was coming. And I wanted it.

"oh, oh, james," he moaned as his body began to tense. "oh, james, yeah baby, just like that there," he was laying back with his ass at the edge of the seat, clenching and unclenching and beginning to slightly thrust.

"oh sweetheart, you're amazing, I love your mouth, so much. swallow me, james, swallow me..."

His hands wrapped around the back of my neck and head as he moaned loudly and exploded at the back of my mouth, right down my throat. I had taken a deep breath before it came so I sucked and sucked as hard as I could, wanting to give him the best cum of his life.

I continued swallowing until his body relaxed and gently bathed his cock clean with my tongue. He pulls my mouth off his cock and brings me up to kiss me, our tongues intertwining. For the first time I realize how sore my jaw is.

"Oh my god, that was incredible." Doug says softly to me between kisses. "I want, need more of you."

After several minutes of tasting himself in my mouth, he pulls away and asks me,

"Would you like to come home with me? I think my partner would really like you."

I remember feeling that I was atill high when he asked me this but not as high as when he was feeding them to me every couple of minutes. I was more "coherent" now and I remember thinking and feeling that I wanted more. Also, I had only cum from him kissing me.

"I think I would like to, yes." I reply.

"Great! Let's clean up here and head out." he says with a smile.

•••

As we exit the rear door of his business, he says to me,

"Leave your car here, I'll bring you back."

I enter into the side of a silver Mercedes, my god it's swanky. Leather wrapped steering wheel, shifter, dashboard, seats...damn. Like Ryan Reynolds said, "somewhere there's a very naked cow saying 'worth it'."

Doug starts the car and heads out, taking a left out of the parking lot. By this time it's just before 7:00 p.m. and there's light traffic around.

I glance over at this man who I had only really met 90 minutes ago and had my first gay interaction with since, seeing how handsome and dominating he was. Flashes of our rendezvous crossed my mind as my cock began to again, grow in my pants.

I think he felt me looking at him because he glances over at me and smiles then a second glance down to my once again, hard cock, outlined under my shorts.

He turns back to the road as he reaches over and begins to pinch and rub the head of my cock through the material. The sudden but foreseen manipulation of my cock still made me jump in my seat a bit and made me gasp and grunt.

I didn't know it until I looked down and saw a small, dime-sized wet spot on the crotch of my pants and realized that he had milked some pre-cum out of me.

He didn't stop until we got to his house and pulled into a circular driveway. We unbuckled and hopped out of his car. I was a little nervous, not knowing what awaited me.

We enter his home and it's gorgeous. Some sort of dark heavy wood everywhere including the crown and shoe molding. Hardwood floors with accent rugs tastefully covering most of it.

"Well, good evening, Doug and james," a voice said accompanied by a man, an equally attractive man, walking around the corner from the kitchen.

"so this is james," he said to Doug as he looked me over, pausing on the wet spot Doug had created.

"Yes," Doug replied, "and this is my partner, Mark."

I meekly reach out to meet his out-stretched hand, naively not realizing until now that he already knew of me.

"Dinner is ready in the dining room if you're both still hungry."

To be continued...