I'm a 21 year old guy living in Israel. I had been struggling with my sexuality, but I have recently come out of the closet and am much happier since. During the past few years I have had some pretty cool experiences, some very fun and exciting and some that just made me feel confused or even dirty.
So this is basically a post for me to vent out and share all the fun I've had. I won't try to paint a pretty picture - this is all true (except for names and all that). I'll appreciate any feedback you will give me - and it will make my stories get better. Also feel free to ask for more details on any part of the stories.
Let me know what you think and enjoy
Chapter 1 - Matan
This Part will focus on some special interactions with my high school buddy Matan. Of course we were both 18 in all three occasions. I chose to write about him first, because he was the first man I had any sexual contact with. He is a handsome guy, a bit shorter than me and with a skinny muscular body. his hair is dark blond and his eyes are somewhere between green and brown. He is also mostly straight, and has had lots of girlfriends over the years.
We always had a sort of weird sexual tension in our relationship. It started with talking a lot about sex, and slowly started getting more and more intense. We would often go pee together and stand next to each other, even when there was room to space out. We would dare each other to take off our pants in class. We even sort of dared ourselves to compare our balls in the bathroom.
We would also play "chicken" every once in a while. He would place his hand on my knee in class, and would slowly start moving it upwards. I could not resist getting hard as a rock, and would always pre-position my cock to the opposite direction when we would sit together. I would stop him about two-thirds of the way up, and he would call me a wuss. Then we would switch rolls, and he would let me get much higher, sometimes even allowing me to graze his bulge before stopping me.
I was always very turned on by these games, but also very scared that he might realize just how much I was enjoying it. And yet he was always the one to dare the first dare, to invite me to pee with him or to ask me for tips on how to jerk off. It was both exciting and terrifying.
And then we got drunk.
We live in a relatively small town, without much to do, so we would occasionally get a bottle of cheap, shitty vodka or tequila and get drunk in some public park. On one of these Friday nights, we were both in the park with another three or four guys. We had a few drinks, and started running around and acting stupid.
At some point, I remember Matan chasing me, screaming "Hey, if I catch you I'm gonna rub my dick on your face!". I ran around for a minute, and then decided it would be a good idea to trip. A man of his word, Matan promptly caught up to me, whipped out a chubby not so soft cock and half slapped half rubbed my face with it a couple of times.
My memory skips ahead to me chasing Matan, the front of my jeans open and my boxers hanging out - I guess we decided to switch roles. I saw him fall over and lie on his back, and I ran and stood over him, with his chest between my legs. I panted and looked up, not sure what I was supposed to do now that I caught him. Then, out of nowhere, I felt his hand on my boxers.
It was like lightning flowing through me. I was extremely aroused, and my dick shot up in a split second. I was also suddenly very aware of the fact that we were right in the middle of the park, and very visible to our friends running around in the distance.
He began playing with my hard dick through the underwear, and trying to stroke it. I looked down at his drunk, concentrated face. He told me "Take them off, I want to go like this" and jerked off an imaginary dick floating next to mine. I couldn't resist, and lowered the front of my boxers, freeing my dick into the cold air.
I looked around, terrified that we might be seen, as he started stroking it quickly and in an almost business-like way. It was the most sexual thing I had experienced at that point, and it felt incredible. Still, I couldn't shake the fear of getting caught, so I told him to follow me and went into some bushes that provided very little cover.
He followed, and when he arrived he took out his own chubby not soft at all cock and asked me to rub it. I did, but despite the fact that it felt great, I was very confused and a bit overwhelmed by the whole situation. He stopped me rather quickly, claiming that I was hurting him. He pulled my dick out again - and told me he was going to suck it.
I might have objected if I were a bit more sober, but I did not, and a few seconds later I was sighing with pleasure. His mouth was warm, and he clumsily worked his way up and down the top half of my dick. He didn't take it very deep, and didn't put that much effort into it, but the steady speed and wet mouth felt good enough to me.
A couple of minutes went by before he stood back up and told me it was my turn to suck him. I felt so confused, I really just wanted to go home and think, but I figured that would be unfair. I was also incredibly curious to see how it would feel to have that thick cock in my mouth. So I got on my knees and took the tip in my mouth.
The taste surprised me. I saw all the porn stars saying how good their partners dick tastes, so I didn't expect the fleshy, sweaty, kind of ordinary flavor of his thick tip. It didn't taste bad, but I had somehow expected fireworks on my tongue. Oh well.
I started pushing more and more of his dick into my mouth, trying to take it as deep as I could. He grunted and sighed his appreciation of each extra centimeter I took, and I began enjoying it. His sounds of satisfaction satisfied me very much, and I started to lick his cock and stroke it to try to evoke more and more of those moans.
It was over as suddenly as it started. Neither of us came, but the weirdness of the situation suddenly caught up with us, and we heard our friends starting to look for us. We were out of the bushes fully dressed in about five seconds, and we all went home shortly after. I jerked off quickly and shot a larger than usual load, before falling to sleep with a mind full of confusing thoughts.
In the weeks following that night, we both didn't talk about it at all. We saw in each other's eyes that we remembered the night's events very well, but we both acted as if the alcohol had made us forget. Things went on pretty much the way they were, except we didn't play as many games of "chicken" anymore.