what was your first same-sex sexual experience like?

I'll just say ... It felt natural.

 

I was with a guy I met on a dating/hook-up app. I was 19, a virgin, and pretty eager to get out and actually start meeting people.

And all things considered, it wasn't a terrible first time. And probably one of the more positive partners I've ever had. He was in his 50s, in an open relationship. Kind of handsome in that gruff, bear like way. Very experienced, pretty patient. So he did give me a lot of pointers on what to do, so I wasn't totally lost. And understanding that it was my first time and I was pretty hesitant.

I was pretty smitten after, still wouldn't mind doing it again if he'd have me. I did feel pretty used though- it was clear from the beginning that it was going to only be a one time thing and even knowing that, it's still hard not feeling a teeny bit attached to someone who was your first and one of the only sex partners you've had who was actually a decent person.

 

Oh boy, I've never shared this before on EC. It will make me look like a slut:

Short summary: College. Library.

In details: a gay guy I knew from class and a group of people were studying for finals at 2AM in the library. We had a private room the university library had for very small groups (windowless, locked door, only 4 people could fit). Everyone else left and it was just me and him and (I really don't remember EXACTLY how it happened) but we ended up making out, and all the way to oral. I was literally shaking because I was so nervous to be doing this with a guy. I knew I "liked it," but it wasn't in the best of circumstances. It was awkward. He graduated and left the state but it was interesting to say the least.

I can honestly say I've had sex in a library.

 

As good as it could be for two complete novices. Saying no more! :lol:

 

My first time doing anything I was ~14 in a 2 week friendship that had quickly developed at school. We were smitten very quickly upon meeting, though I doubt either of us could have actually put into words that we felt that way. After a sleepover, which culminated in some making out and fondling, we eventually made our way to separate beds. Afterwards we were incredibly ashamed, awkward, and embarrassed at the breakfast table across from his family. We didn't speak to each other come monday at school, and I proceeded to bury my same-sex attractions deep within my psyche for nearly a decade.

As Patrick says, I'm not going into great details about my first same-sex sexual encounter :lol:

 

Oh man, this is a story that left me both knowing that I was gay and like complete shit at the same time. Pretty sure that Uncle Randy has shared this story more than once.

Anyway...so this doubled as both exploring my sexuality and confirming what I thought. This actually led to a very weird friendship between us. But that's another story.

So I was in my sophomore year of college. I was working in one of the cafeteria's on campus. This guy, who was in love with me, came into the cafeteria every night just so he could see me. And so he could get some cereal. The cereal was the bonus though :lol: so I ended up talking to him about like how his night was going, what he was doing later. I can't remember how we agreed on this...but I do remember he and I texting about cuddling in his dorm room after I got off work. So, I got off work. I went back to my dorm, got out of my work clothes, and into something more comfortable. I then headed off to his dorm. We were texting the whole time I was walking over there, I informed him like I did not know if I was gay or whatnot. He didn't care, he was just glad I cuddled with him. During the night, I began licking his face like I wanted to kiss him. In the middle of the night, I received oral from him. Even though I was cuddling him that night (and only intended cuddles,) I decided it would be fun if I whipped it out and he gave me something also :lol:

Anyway, af that happened, I was like "holy shit, what does this all mean?" But during that night, I really enjoyed cuddling and other stuff from a man. Couple months later...yep I'm gay So in a way, I guess it confirmed my suspicions.

I had class the next morning so I got up and went back to my dorm. Only to fall back asleep through class. I ended up being a dick and ghosting the dude...that was the part that made me feel like complete shit. I ghosted the dude who loved me...what a dick move.

 

Well, I was in college and my boyfriend and I were cuddling in my bed in my dorm room after about three or four dates, and one thing led to another (thankfully my roommate was at his girlfriend's apartment). It was both of our's first time; It wasn't really that exciting and it was actually kind of awkward, but I'll leave it at that. Thankfully we're still together after about 9 months so at least it didn't completely ruin the relationship, haha.

 

I was curious about what I liked while browsing porn one day, and here we are.

Back in my early teens, I wasn't sure if I was bi because I would find guys attractive one day, and not be able to stomach them the next day. I did however, like the idea of a more "forbidden" relationship though. (Admittedly, I still kind of do.)

The fluctuations reduced over the years, and who I found attractive became more clear-cut. Too bad I found out too late. I kind of miss the whole taboo aspect of homosexuality. I guess it's a "You enjoy all the conflict, that's why!" case.

I don't know if anyone else has thought of it that way before, or I'm just crazy.

 

I actually had my first same sex experience before my first opposite sex experience. It wasn't that great. My partner left me for a man, claiming she preferred men. Being that I'm bi, I understood but was surprised because earlier she had claimed she no longer had any interest in men. I wasn't in love, so the break-up only upset me a tad bit.

 

Mine was also before my first opposite sex experience... and way too young. Good enough to want it to happen again, but not super awesome either.

 

Very awkward. I rushed into things too quickly. At least we used condoms, and I'm still friends with him.

 

Let's see here:

In a locker room toilet stall after Taekwondo practice, when I was in college at age 19. My instructor, his head student, myself, and sometimes some of the other students all showered in a small locker room in the basement of the multi-purpose building we used for class. Other people also used the same room.

This one guy was there at the same time we were most days and he started coming on to me in the shower. I had no clue what he was doing or that it meant anything and he kept getting more and more blatant over about a two week period until he was practically masturbating in front of me.

Finally, after he talked to me after showering one day, and indicated he would be waiting for me outside (I left by another exit), the light bulb finally went off that he was hitting on me. So the next time we showered, I followed him into the separated toilet area, and we exchanged oral and mutual masturbation in one of the stalls. We went on from there to occasional oral or mutual masturbation in secluded parts of campus and got together once at my apartment during the day. He later invited me to his place, but I had just started seeing a guy by that point and I turned him down (probably a mistake, given what happened later with the guy I had just started seeing, but oh well).

I didn't really think much about it during or afterward or during any of the times we hooked up. I did eventually put a stop to it for about a year because the idea of having any kind of feelings or attraction for another human being was highly disturbing to me. I eventually got over that and later initiated a hookup with a guy a couple of times, leading me to conclude I was gay.

I don't think I felt doubts in the traditional sense. I was more bothered by the idea that I could descend to the level of feeling anything for another human being than anything else. I was never raised to have any real feelings about homosexuality one way or another. It was very much a 'price of peanuts in Perth' issue for me.

If by 'the full way' you mean anal, I didn't do that until some years later, first topping and then bottoming a year or two after that. Both times the guy I was with at the time was experienced and just talked me through the experience and took things slow.

Todd

 

Well, outwardly it looked very het. Inwardly was a different story. But the first one with someone who knows my gender was online. We had been "friends with benefits" while chatting because neither of us was dating someone in rl, and we were both stuck on other people. But we did have a mutual crush thing going on. Anyway, she was one of the first people I came out to and not just about my gender but also about my sexual fantasies and my kinks, which are pretty close to vanilla. Anyway she is one of those game and giving people so everything about what we talked about together changed. It was great. That lasted for about three years going from daily to two or three times a week, then maybe a break for a month or so while we were doing rl things, then we'd start again and go crazy for a while. It was so liberating to be able to not just be open about being a woman but also open about my desires as a woman with someone. And I told her EVERYTHING and we did EVERYTHING, at least in online form. We exchanged really hot photos, too, that I still treasure. I really enjoyed gussying up for her and strutting my stuff! But then we started dating other people so we went back to being platonic friends. Every so often I read one of our chats, though, and I'm like, "Wow! Where did we get the guts to say those things?"

 

I have quoted you so I remember all of your questions. My first same-sex sexual experience was out in CA. I was living on a rather large commune near the Salmon River and I was sitting at a house meeting. She was someone who had been living there for a few months before I showed up and we sort of just made eye contact and knew. What was I thinking at the time? I was thinking that she was beautiful and I loved her personality. She always smelled good (despite the fact that none of us showered regularly). She just had a natural scent that appealed to me. Chemistry? Anyhow, what led up to it? Well, I was refilling my canning jar with hot water for tea and she asked me if I would fill hers. When I got to the kitchen and turned on the pot, she came up behind me and ran her fingers down the back of my arm. I turned around and she was smiling at me but didn't say anything. I turned off the pot and we went outside behind the main house. What was I thinking afterward? Well, I felt like I was at home and whole within myself. That everything I had felt up until that point made sense. I was 19 and it was the 70's and I certainly never suspected I was gay. That word just never came around my family - but I knew I was never attracted to boys and I could never share in the "who do you like?" conversations at school because who I liked would have gotten me smacked or laughed at or something. I didn't know but I kept quiet about it, that's for sure. Being with her was amazing. I let go of years of uncertainty. I was open and honest with her and I did to her everything I'd always imagined doing to a woman. And she enjoyed it. I stayed at the ranch for more than five more years before my (now) wife arrived. We cultivated a friendship that eventually turned into much more. We officially became partners in the mid 90's and we'll celebrate our 20th this Summer. We'll celebrate our first year of legal marriage this Autumn. We are both in our 50's. Our birthdays are three days apart (two Scorpios - who would think that possible?). We still love each other madly and we took ourselves across the country to live three degrees shy of Narnia, in Vermont. But we love it and I love her and our crazy life. We found another intentional community out here (PC term for commune, now) and it's mostly pretty awesome.

 

I'll let you know when it happens. :lol:

 

It happened relatively recently, considering I've thought I was gay/bi for the past fifteen years, but lead a straight life. I met him on a dating website, and he seemed very genuine. I have often talked to guys online, but would never meet them in person. I was always so nervous, particularly about what might be expected of me since conversations with gay men often quickly turn sexual. With this particular guy, he never mentioned sex, and even now we have never had a sexual conversation outside of the bedroom. I talked to him for like three weeks before I finally agreed to meet him for a drink. It was a nice encounter but that's all that happened. Then, we did the same thing the following night, only this time he invited me to his place to watch a movie and talk more since the bar closed on us. We ended up cuddling on the couch and it was so comfortable. I was nervous but my brain was screaming with excitement to simply have my arms around a guy like that. I was planning on anything else happening, but he finally decided to kiss me, which quickly lead to more. For some reason, my sex with women has always been centered around certain kinks and ferishes, its not often I've had sex I would describe as "passionate". But with this guy, passionate is almost too simple of a word. It felt goddamn romantic, like something finally clicked into place for me. It's so hard to out into words, but I felt connected, normal, and incredibly turned on. It didn't have the methodical and calculate feel of having sex with a woman. I had no idea what to expect, and feeing a man's strength against me was such a surprise. There was no anal sex, but we explored almost everything else, and I slept at his place in his arms all night. It just felt perfect, my mind all night wasn't able to process everything quickly enough, it was too much unbelievable excitement all at once. Afterwards I definitely felt more connected with my gay side, and it's grown stronger since then. I didn't know what to do, I felt it out in the moment. I've been back to his place almost every weekend since then, we go on wonderful dates, and he's simply been the nicest guy imaginable to me. I don't feel like I'm assuming a role or going through steps or a game like I do with women. I simply feel normal for the first time in my life. I've never been so happy I could cry until these past few months, something has finally clicked for me.

 

My first same sex kiss was in the front seat of my car and it was amazing. I wanted to kiss her for awhile and I just went for it. As far as sex goes it was with the same girl two months later. We had been making out for a couple of months before we actually had sex so I was very comfortable with her by that point....besides I wanted her sooo bad. We made love in a very nice room in Vegas during weekend. I wasn't really thinking anything I was just going with what ever felt good. She had more experience and graciously took the lead. . Afterwards I gave up men and never looked back.

 

Oh god :lol:

Okay so the first experience I had with a girl.....Jesus.....
So a few friends of mine and I were staying at this other friends house one night and we ended up talking until about 6:00 in the morning. We talked about romantic relationships and sex and blah blah blah. My bisexual friend encouraged me to date this girl she had previously had a thing with because they weren't really together and she thought we could get on well (okay this isn't really important to the actual experience but it makes it all the more ironic :badgrin. Okay so after all this happens its decided that me and said bisexual girl will go and share a bed in the other room. So I go and get into bed and she goes and gets in the shower. I don't know what possessed me but I decided to wait up for her. So she gets into bed, wet hair and all, and we just kinda sit in silence. Until my own voice surprises me, " Can I kiss you?" and I shit you not she just says "Go for it". So we kissed, it was more than a peck but it wasn't full on making out either. Anyways, I kind of freaked out because I was just like "jesus i just kissed you in my friend's sister's bed wtf" and she just says "Okay don't take this the wrong way but I need to sleep" :lol: then I just said "I GOTTA GO. ILL BE ON THE COUCH BYE" .
Intrestingly enough this has made our friendship stronger :lol::lol::lol::lol:.
Turns out I don't really have feelings for her, the kiss wasn't bad it was just my first and I didn't really have strong feelings for her so it didn't really make me feel like i'd confirmed something about my sexuality, it just was a kiss.

 

My first sexual was both awkward and nerve racking because I wasn't confident in who and what I was yet. I was 13 and there was this really gay guy that was my age and he coerced me into going to his house we talked with his mom for a few hours then went to his room ditching his mom lol. He played with me for a little while and I returned the favor, but later that week we ended up doing more in his house when his mom went to work, but the whole time I was nervous and shaking such a horrible experience lol.