A gay story: Gay At Last
At the age of 29, I realized that I was attracted to men after my divorce. I had married my college sweetheart at 28, and despite having an amicable split, I knew my sexual preferences were not aligned with the majority of the population. I admired my ex-wife’s confidence and sexual prowess, but my curiosity about men and their bodies grew stronger after our separation.Moving to New York City for a job at a prestigious law firm distracted me from my loneliness, but I still felt a void.
I returned to my teenage habits of working out, eating, sleeping, and jerking off, but I realized I was still craving a physical connection. One day, at the gym, I saw a collection of muscular men with well-built bodies and sizeable dicks that seemed to pulse with life.
I decided to take a chance and explore my desires.That evening, back at my apartment, I bought a Playgirl magazine and relished the images of men with smooth bodies and hard dicks. My own cock swelled in my bikini Calvin Klein underwear, pushed up against the side and begging to be freed. I reached for a tube of lube and applied it to my hand, slowly lubricating my cock from the head to the base.
I consider myself an attractive man. I am six foot three, with a fairly toned body. I have dark jet-black hair, and greenish gray eyes. I have small tufts of hair on my chest, expanding from one nipple to the other, and lightly attaching to my belly button and trail to my pubic hair. I have an ample bush, but it does nothing to hide my cock. Flaccid, it’s only a few inches, but erect it stretches at least 7 and half inches.
Anyway, I was about to tell you about jerking off the first time as a gay man. I started to slowly fist my cock, twisting my fist around, giving attention to both the head and the bottom of the shaft. In my mind I saw the pictures of the men from the magazine, and I wanted their cocks. I wanted to feel their velvety skin in my mouth, swallow their cum. I had never craved anything in such a way before, and I knew that I had to get some.
I remember jerking to an incredible orgasm, shooting cum right onto my face; it dripped down my chin. I had never before tasted my own cum, but that day, I stuck my tongue out and licked the cum around my lips. Though I thought the taste strange, I didn’t mind it in the least. As a formerly straight man, I had no idea how to just start being gay. I wasn’t really sure that I was gay, but I did know that I was sexually frustrated, and I craved a man.
This entire realization of my homosexual fantasies came about in late June, and I was about to take a vacation to Barbados in the Caribbean, in an attempt to move on from Alexandra. I had no idea that I would move on in the direction I did, however. I packed my bags, including my large tube of lube, with the expectation of hotel porno and a few uneventful jerk sessions. I did however, have the best sex of my life.
When I arrived in Barbados, I took a taxi to my hotel. It was a resort, all inclusive, write on the beach. It had two private beaches that were excluded from any of the strips. My room was on the third floor of a thatched building, with palm trees around it. I had a balcony that looked over the pool and the beachfront, the beautiful crystal clear water of the Caribbean. When I arrived, I noticed that most of the guests were European, sporting skimpy Speedos or trunks. Me, the common American, with a large bathing suit, craved the attention of something a little more risky.
I had always had the fantasy of wearing a Speedo, and so I indulged at the hotel gift shop. I bought the only one they had in my size, a blue thin Speedo with a drawstring. Though slightly hairy on my upper legs, I decided to venture out into the resort sporting my new bathing suit. I blended in with the crowd, or at least I thought I did. I layed on the beach for the first day without incident, sipping margaritas and minding my own business. I read a few good books, and enjoyed the tranquil sound of the waves hitting the beach.
The first night, I went to eat dinner in the restaurant at the Hotel, and felt very awkward sitting alone. I had sitting no more than ten minutes when a young gentleman came over and asked me if I was sitting alone. His name was Luc, and he was from the United Kingdom. He was also alone, to my joy. He was dreamy, aside from his stereotypically British teeth. He had short blonde hair, and blue sparkling eyes. He looked as though he had already worked hard on his tan, and he filled out his polo and shorts muscularly. I immediately hoped he was as interested in me I as I was in him. The meal passed by with some basic conversation, about who we were, what we did, our marital status, etc. I went to bed that night, exhausted but eager to see him again.
The next day, as I was eating breakfast on the balcony, I saw Luc walking out to the beach in a small red Speedo, barely containing his firm cheeks. I left my breakfast as it was, and I pulled my little bathing suit on, and made for the beach. I dragged a lounge chair next to his, where he was laying on his stomach. His arms were folded under his head, showing his small tufts of blonde hair under his arms.
There were tiny beads of sweat on his back, and I was instantly turned on. Of course, in my small bathing suit I had to contain myself. We talked for a few minutes, and I laid down on my back, putting my sunglasses on. With my dark shades on, I knew he couldn’t see exactly where I was looking, a plus to me. I was looking down his body. His legs were covered in curly blonde hair that was barely visible from afar, and it followed right up to his cheeks, which were contained in the red Speedo. The hair stopped there, and the small of his back was smooth and his back was muscular and defined.
Out of nowhere, he tossed me a bottle of lotion and asked if I could rub it into his back. As typical as this sounds, it made complete sense at the time. We were both alone, with no one to help us with such things. I right away said I would do it if he would do the same for me. I slowly rubbed the lotion into his shoulders, as I stood over him, straddling him. I rubbed it into the small of his back, barely rubbing against the seam of his bathing suit. Then I layed down and he did the same for me. He started at my shoulders and moved even more slowly that I had down my back.
As he reached the small of my back, he rubbed closer and closer to the band of band of my Speedo, and he slipped just the tips of his fingers underneath, touching the very top of my ass. He quickly murmured that the sun could really penetrate. We layed together in silence for a while, and napped underneath the bright sun. He asked me if I wanted to work out with him in a while in the hotel’s gym, and I obliged right away. A while later, we met at the gym and did some running and lifting. When we had finished, he asked me if I wanted to go in the sauna. We went into the changing room, and we both grabbed robes.
We slipped off our shorts and bathing suits, and t-shirts. I turned my head just enough to get a glimpse of his ass as he pulled his Speedo off, it was very white, contrasting his tanned skin. I could see the fine blonde hair on it, and I could tell how firm it was. How I longed to reach out and squeeze it! After we had our robes on, we left the changing room and went back to the gym. We walked into the anteroom of the sauna, and before I knew what he was doing, he took his robe off, and hung it on a hook. He was a few feet ahead of him, and I got a quick glance again of his ass. I could see his balls hanging beneath it, and I just wanted to grab his cock right then and there. I can remember how strange it felt to not want a cunt, to not want a good straight fuck, but to want a man. It was certainly a new feeling. I slipped off my robe and went into the steamy room after him.