what was your "I might be a little gay." moment?

Never had a thought that I was gay, nothing wrong with being gay, have had great sexual adventures with gay guys, but I am and always will be bisexual, love pussy as much as cock.

 

I was 9-10 and I liked a same aged boy at school.

 

I have fantasized about this. I have a tiny penis and a rampant sph fetish and have masturbated often about being fucked in front of a female while lying on my back so I can see his cock pumping me and the woman can easily see my baby dick jiggling about compared to the other guy's bigger cock.

 

This one is fairly easy. I was traveling in SE Asia more than a decade ago and for several weeks went to the same massage shop for a therapeutic rubdown. Always a female masseuse, and I always struggled to keep my erection to myself and never got the famed happy ending.
That changed the week they only had a male therapist, I shrugged and said sure no problem. He didn’t drape me at all, and when I flipped on my back and I grew hard, I decided to relax into it, figuring “I can’t be the first hard cock he’s seen, nothing to be embarrassed about”.

Whenhe took me in his hand and started to make me happy, I didn’t gasp, I didn’t recoil in horror, I simply….enjoyed it.

Thoughts of “am I a little gay?” started, only to be strengthened when I continued going for a weekly massage and CHOSE him over others, and we deepened our connection with regular oral sessions. That’s when I discovered I was bi.

 

my earliest moments was when wife bought me few thongs, began to look at myself more closely wide loved it..was curious how other men looked in thongs…looked online few times , slowly I began to look at men in the change room undressing ….few days later I saw hunk undressing and he was in thongs and I started to get hard looking at him….with all those moment …I realized I was bi/gay….

btw …he seduced me later , he was turning point for who I am today…he gave me the ultimate mm experience I never thought mm can have ….we were active partner number of years …now we try to connect when occasional bases ass he moved further …I also began to explore variety of mm hook up as well

 

I was enjoying a bit of naughty solo sex play after an all night pool party. Everyone had retired to the main house or gone home and I was just going to crash out on a lounger by the pool. I however spotted a pair of womens bikini bottoms in the nearby changerooms. I decided to put them on and have a wank. However another guy was lurking about who was also going to crash out around the pool. He was definitely bi and he spotted me donning the panties and basically propositioned me and wanted to just rub his cock up against my ( as he called it ) clit. I actually got aroused by the idea and as he basically wanked me by rubbing his much bigger dick against my tiny panty clad one he said I was just like a girl. I came very hard.

 

I wanna know what possessed him to put the bikini bottoms on!

 

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teens

 

dont recall exactly but I was definitely attracted to the idea at the time

 

I never felt myself to be "gay" having given thousands of blow jobs to other men until one evening with my regular suck bud of over a decade. He'd recently became the first man to fuck me in the ass while my wife was present, and it was one of the most enjoyable evenings of my life. Some months later after I'd become very experienced in taking his cock up my ass, I'd just spent a good 20-minutes sucking on his cock as he was lying on his back on the bed. I proceeded to make my way up his legs to begin licking and kissing his belly before sucking on his nipples as I straddled his cock with my ass cheeks. I reached around and teased my "bung hole" with the head of his cock that was oozing pre-cum that made the head of his cock easy to penetrate my hole. I began to slowly ride his cock feeling him going a bit deeper with each stride and he slowly began to buck his hips to help penetrate me further. Once I felt half of his 9 1/2" cock inside my ass I leaned down and began passionately kissing him as he responded the same. We were lip locked as I began riding his cock with more vigor to feel his full length inside me as we continued to passionately kiss each other. This went on for at least 20 minutes as I felt his cock swell knowing he was about to cum so I sat up and rode his cock in my ass like I was riding a bucking bronco to feel him ejaculating his load inside me. With his cock still deep inside my ass I leaned back down to passionately kiss him more and to my surprise he rolled me over on my back as I wrapped my arms around his neck to keep kissing him and he proceeded to fuck me in the missionary position as his cock never went soft. He continued to fuck my ass as we continued to passionately kiss each other for 20 more minutes to then feel him again deposit another load of cum deep inside my ass. We eventually collapsed on the bed side by side as I caressed his chest and felt more sexually satisfied than ever before. Yes, I felt "gay" throughout the time we were sexually engaged with each other. We were bonded to each other during that time and the passion for each other was unlike any other time we'd been together.

 

I love how free you can be with him, and him with you!

 

This is weird for me as my younger days were spent dressing up in my mothers clothes when she was out.

I just loved wearing pantyhose then slipping on a dress and some strappy sandals.

But I never considered myself gay, or was attracted to anyone.

The strange thing is though, I always wanted to be caught by a man, who was attracted to another man in womens clothing. And then doing whatever he wanted.

At around the same time, I was getting my haircut by a guy, and I just loved his touch. I was so turned on, and I was wearing sheer pantyhose under my jeans and really wanted to tell him. I just melted in the chair.

I now know I want to be fucked but it needs to be with a guy turned on by me wearing sheer pantyhose and lacy underwear, with me hopefully having my toes pink, or deep red.

If I could find this guy I would be in heaven, and would be sucking cock all day long. And rubbing his cock with my pantyhosed feet.

 

Yes, it does...

 

It actually happened quite late in my life. It was after my divorce and a long "dry spell" where my only release was masturbation. After some time masturbation became repetitious and I started to think about how I used to love to suck my own cock. I started wondering what it would be like to suck another man's cock. I started perusing the internet looking at cocks to find the ones that were aesthetically pleasing to me to the point where I would want to suck it. That led to a "hook up" on the old Craig's List for a blowjob. I was nude and lying on his bed when he blew me. He kept his shorts on so not to "offend" the "straight" guy that he was blowing. When he finished he got up, sporting an obvious erection and ran to the bathroom to finish himself off. While he was doing that I was wondering to myself as to why he didn't just pull his cock out and stroke it in front of me. Deep down I fantasized about him pulling it out and letting me finish him off with my hand. That was when I found out that I got aroused by and had a proclivity for certain cocks.

 

That's one of the hottest things I've read in a long time! Maybe it's because it would be a fantasy come true for me. I've only been a top so far, in those few times I had the opportunity, but only once successfully because of recurring erectile issues. Maybe it's time to bottom, and I definitely want it to be as passionate as you're describing. What an inspiration you are! Thank you.

 

Many years ago I was fishing a remote stream and came across a guy that was nude sun bathing. It was a warm day and his naked body was no stranger to the sun. I engaged him in conversation and he offered me a beer that I readily accepted. I had a hard time not looking at his cock, I had never ventured into gay sex but in that moment I sure wanted to. He knew I was looking at his dick and repositioned himself so it was no longer in my view. Not taking the hint I asked him if he wanted a blow job. I figured why not, if he declines I wouldn’t have to see him again.
He did decline, I finished my beer and thanked him and was on my way.
Even though the encounter didn’t result in any sex it was a defining moment for me. I knew at some point I was going to have to scratch that itch.