A series of firsts

[TMax]

I wasn't too sure about sharing this but here goes, everyone has their series of firsts so here's mine (as boring as it is)

A series of firsts:

First inkling of an interest in m2m sex: I had never even had a single thought on m2m sex until I was 17yo (a horned up 17yo at that) and pleasuring myself whilst looking at a porno catalogue. I got to the gay pages at the back and had an amazing climax looking at 2 guys having a 69. That one episode had planted the seed in my mind and it stuck there.

First m2m sexual contact: I was 41 (yes it took that long to get up the courage to try it) and on holiday in Phuket, after many years and thoughts about what it would be like I finally had the courage to cut the cake, the massage was good and when it was done he offered me a bj which I finally said yes too. It was the best climax I had ever had and was convinced I liked the m2m contact and every trip to Thailand after that I have indulged in it.

First m2m kiss: now kissing another guy had never been a turn on to me at all until one night in Phuket (where else), a rather gorgeous twink was giving me a massage and he started kissing me and I must admit he was one of if not the best kisser I had ever encountered. From that point on I rather like and expect kissing when with another guy, especially when in Thailand.

First time sucking: first time I sucked a cock was at Bonny massage (soi Twilight) and was very much a new and enjoyable experience, there have been many more episodes since then.

First bottoming: was actually a ladyboy, he/she introduced me to something new and it was something I liked very much. Thankfully he/she took it gentle to start with which to me added to the pleasure of the experience, the cock was long and thin.

First big cock: Adonis massage and WOW, when he stepped out of the shower and slipped his towel off I was amazed at the size and wondered what it would be like to tackle it (and a fair bit scary looking at the size) I didn’t have to wonder for too long and he certainly new just how to drive it too.

First 3way: this was at Nine Spa over Sukhumvit way with a 4 hands massage, since then I have enjoyed many enjoyable 3ways at massage shops, only one disappointing 3way experience has happened but it’s to be expected that not all encounters will be perfect.

At this age I am still experiencing new things and the massage boys in Bangkok for the most part have been very good teachers / partners, the very best time was at Senso in 2018 when 2hrs of massage turned into 2hrs of delightful bliss😊

Maybe one day I’ll get into the bar scene but for now the massage boys in Bangkok will keep me very happy, hopefully Nov / Dec will be a new episode 😊

 

[PeterRS]

I have described most of my firsts in other posts and so will not waste others' time repeating them here. Like many who had been sent to a boarding school when quite young, I quickly learned about mutual masturbation and other boyish activities by the time I was 10. Not being able to cum even though having an orgasm was a major concern when others were spraying so much. But then soon all that changed.

I had crush after crush when I moved to a day school aged 12. But I was too nervous to do anything about them. Eventually along with my next door friend, my age and at the same school, experimented a bit, but it was really only for mutual release. Real love (at least that is how it felt) came into the equation in my second year at university. For almost a year I lusted after one boy/young man not realising that he was also lusting after me. One day in a quiet college room we finally realised this. He was staying in one of the halls of residence where we arranged to meet the following afternoon. That felt like sparks of magic were happening! For a while we were inseparable. But then he had to move away and ever so slowly those sparks lost their brightness. But others appeared!

I remain happy that I remain in contact with that first love of my life. Every year when I return to the UK for a couple of weeks, we meet up for a lunch that ends up far too drunken for us to remember much afterwards. But they are happy occasions. Rarely do we ever talk about our university years. But we remember them.