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There were no 'show hard for bj' signs in my college men's rooms with the holes in the partitionds. We had lots of drawings of cocks and balls. There were some scribblings 'show hard' 'lick my dick' etc. I'm one...two...seven..maybe 10 or more up on you Mikeyank. We dubbed that Library Men's Room "Heaven". The one in the Engineering Building was suppposed to be really active but it was on the other side of the campus. The Men's Room in the gym was dead. Glory Ho;es were fun. Only did went there when I was still in college.
It's interesting how some things are the same through the generations from the West Coast to the East Coast, North & South and through the heartland of our country. It sure sounds like you experienced a little bit of "heaven" when you were matriculating through college elyot1! :blushing:
 
What Rep said! haha

I was such a late bloomer sexually that I have no interesting stories to tell of my early life. I lived in such a homophobic part of the country that I never felt that I would be physically safe if I came out. And it would have been social suicide to have been found out. I would have lost every friend I had. My family (neither immediate nor extended) would have been accepting. (Talk about the irony of feeling it necessary to hold on to friendships that gave only conditional love and support.)

After all, how deep and sincere are those friendships anyway? If these wonderful friends would possibly turn on you and attack you physically, drop you overnight like a hot potato as a friend, call you all the hurtful names in the book, and make you a pariah in your own neighborhood and school...in hindsight you're trying to hold on to a pile of sand. But still...in childhood and adolescence, the friendships of our peers and the love and support of family (however conditional on the part of others even when we were happily willing to offer them a much more unconditional love in return), seem/seemed very valuable and necessary.

I didn't come out until college. Then that was during the early onset of the plague. So I was horny as hell, but also silently terrified to have any sex that might turn out to be unsafe. And back then, in the beginning at least, we had very little idea of what was truly safe or not. Sorry to be such a downer on the subject... But that's just the way it played out for me in my early life. If I had had a fuck buddy in late childhood or high school I would have been thrilled to be getting that sexual release. But also terrified of being outed. That was just my life experience in the area I grew up in, and all of my complicated family dynamics at the time.

I once read that in the late teens and early 20s male/male friendships (be they straight or gay) are intense to the point of passionate love (whether acted out upon or not) but are also extremely brittle. Once it ends, it is over with no further contact whatsoever. So your youthful fears were well justified. Sad but true.
 
College library "tea rooms" always turned me on but I was too scared to do anything there. I did see the drawings on the walls with magic markers with stuff like "show hard for bj" or something similar. In my college the basement bathroom in my college library has the most apparent activity. But living in NYC, I would wait until I went home for the summer to go places to meet guys for sex. But the idea of sucking str8 cock in a college library is a huge turn on to me. :blowjob:

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About fifteen years ago, I had a hot fuck buddy relationship with an 18 year old Freshmen at NYU. He told me that the NYU male restroom glory holes were very much still abundant, and that he enjoyed partaking of a buffet of hot college cock. Brian particularly liked sucking straight cock both of hot jocks and hot brainy nerds, and he assured me that the the glory holes of the NYU male restrooms were the best place to get a lot of both as the straight boys loved to be sucked off but only without showing their faces and risk being identified. So the past lives on in some places. I also once bedded a gay Yale undergraduate student in New Haven, who stated that @ 25% of all Yale male undergraduate students were gay, and that glory holes in male restrooms were abundant there as well.
 
I was such a late bloomer sexually that I have no interesting stories to tell of my early life. I lived in such a homophobic part of the country that I never felt that I would be physically safe if I came out. And it would have been social suicide to have been found out. I would have lost every friend I had. My family (neither immediate nor extended) would have been accepting. (Talk about the irony of feeling it necessary to hold on to friendships that gave only conditional love and support.)

After all, how deep and sincere are those friendships anyway? If these wonderful friends would possibly turn on you and attack you physically, drop you overnight like a hot potato as a friend, call you all the hurtful names in the book, and make you a pariah in your own neighborhood and school...in hindsight you're trying to hold on to a pile of sand. But still...in childhood and adolescence, the friendships of our peers and the love and support of family (however conditional on the part of others even when we were happily willing to offer them a much more unconditional love in return), seem/seemed very valuable and necessary.

I didn't come out until college. Then that was during the early onset of the plague. So I was horny as hell, but also silently terrified to have any sex that might turn out to be unsafe. And back then, in the beginning at least, we had very little idea of what was truly safe or not. Sorry to be such a downer on the subject... But that's just the way it played out for me in my early life. If I had had a fuck buddy in late childhood or high school I would have been thrilled to be getting that sexual release. But also terrified of being outed. That was just my life experience in the area I grew up in, and all of my complicated family dynamics at the time.

Reading this was very sobering. Reminded me how lucky I was to grow up when I did. Thank you.
 
Reading this was very sobering. Reminded me how lucky I was to grow up when I did. Thank you.


Thank you Elyot. I hesitated to possibly bring down the humorous nature of the thread. But since Rep asked, I wanted to give an honest answer.
 
Wondering why more guys haven't contributed to this thread. Is it too personal?
 
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