How do your early gay sexual experiences in adolesence compare to your adult life?

[camelblue]

This is a question mainly for guys that experimented and had relations with guys starting in their early teens. I'm a little jealous because I never had any; I was a late bloomer so felt left out in a way as all the other boys around me matured quicker and were able to cum and feel sexual pleasure.

How do those early memories of deciding to touch or suck another boy's dick feel compared to your adult life where sex is a normal, understandable and common thing in your life. Was there more of a taboo, excitement, forbiddenness to it at that age? For those that took cum in their mouths and/or swallowed, how did you feel about cum and the whole act of giving pleasure to your friends like that? I have some memories of sleeping over at a friend's age 13-14 and late at night, we'd jack off in our own beds for fun, but never interact. Always wish my friend pushed me to touch him or suck him. Feel like it's something I would have wanted but I was too afraid to express it in fear of judgment.

[KDaddy23]

Well, I got started before I was a teen but, to know that you were doing something that boys weren't supposed to do was, for me, exciting as all the fuck get out. Sucking cock, being sucked, fucked and fucking was just good, "nasty" fun that also filled the sexual void when trying to get into a girl's panties "regularly" was a problem. I spent quite a bit of time trying to figure out why boys shouldn't have sex with each other and how evil it was supposed to be when it was anything but evil and a different kind of fun than having sex with a girl... and a hell of a lot easier to do and make happen.

I had reasoned that if sex is normal and healthy, why would it matter if you were also having it with a boy? I found out why, of course, but what stood out to me was that even though religion said it was a mortal sin, there were a lot of guys having sex with each other - and not all of them were homosexuals so my kid logic said that one of those things couldn't be right and, well, turns out that religion wasn't telling the truth about it.

Swallowing cum was... just a thing that had to be done. To this day, I don't really understand what importance it brings to the act but, yeah, if you sucked dick, you swallowed cum and if you didn't swallow, you were a yellow-bellied chicken and ridiculed for not swallowing it. Peer pressure was involved but it never bothered me because from the first time I tasted and swallowed a man's cum, I was hooked so it never occurred to me to not swallow it. Was it about giving the other guy pleasure? Eh, I guess if he felt pleasure from me sucking him off, that was a good thing, but I sucked guys off because it made me feel amazingly good and I have never, ever, sucked a guy's cock just to make him happy and I never will. Still, if I was happy sucking him off, he was going to be happy and, in those early days, all a guy really cared about was being able to cum in someone's mouth and I didn't mind that one bit.

As an adult? It's not that the thrill is gone so much - it's not the same as it was in the early days.

[MatthewX]

Mine did not happen until adulthood. Though I thought I had a dream where a friend of mine and I when we were teens dry humping each other in the pool with our dicks out. It feels like a memory but may just be a dream.

[CoupleInTheMiddle]

I began as a tween. An older cousin (late teens) taught me to suck cock and swallow. Have not done it since then but wonder if I still have my technique. He used to love the way I sucked him off.

About 13, a friend across the street (a year younger) and I would lather up the baby oil and dry hump. We would flirt with the idea of kissing or sucking but being gay was such a taboo back then. After about a year, he finally asked if he could fuck me. How could I refuse? He was instantly in love with my ass. That led to over a month of his hands on my hips giving my ass a daily pounding. Unfortunately, he was too young to cum.

At 14, another cousin suggested we try fucking each other. Of course he would go first. He gave me a good fuck until his cock slipped out. I told him to put his cock back in my ass but he was too excited and finished. So I was denied again having my ass filled with cum. But my cheeks were covered so that was nice. Then he had post-nut and lost interest in receiving. Oh well, it was fun to be a bottom again receiving a proper ass fuck.

Wife had fun with some of her friends (around 5th grade) repeating what they saw in magazines. It was mostly naked kissing and inexperienced pussy licking. Then a mom caught her face down in her friend's pussy and the fun was over.

Now I wonder about a FWB and how it would feel to be on my back, have him spread my legs, and take me like a woman.

[remington12369]

As a youngster it was all new and of course the taboo of doing something "abnormal" was ever present. It sure made me appreciate orgasms...lol. As an adult I have to push the extremes a little for intense orgasms. Now I appreciate my partners orgasms...lol

[Footstep40]

I didn’t have sex with a guy until I was 18. Prior to that I had a girlfriend, we fucked like rabbits for the 2 years we dated. Nice girl, didn’t want to have a long distance relationship, as we were going to colleges on the opposite sides of the country, and the relationship has pretty much run its course. Oh well.
Had it been socially acceptable in the early 90’s, I probably would’ve dated my first openly, instead of in secret. Interesting enough, it was easier for he and I to sneak around that summer and “fuck like rabbits” than it was for my ex girlfriend and I. Finding space and being left alone long enough, nobody suspected a thing. We didn’t “act gay” in public, or do too much PDA, little secret things, holding hands in the back row of a nearly empty theater, stolen kisses when there wasn’t a soul around, blowjobs in the car while going down country roads at night.

Compared to today, married, no worries either way. We’ve noticed harassment of same sex couples is increasing, so we’ve dialed back our actions and mannerisms in response in some public spaces. Little things like don’t call me babe our put your hand on my back at the store. Act straight on the street at night. Thankfully our neighbors have been cool thus far with the neighborhood gay couple. When we move to San Francisco in the fall, it will be a little easier, but we both have those early days survival skills back out of the closet for now. He’ll never be able to be out at work in his industry. We do fuck like rabbits though.

[KDaddy23]

Giving this more thought, I see that my early experiences eclipse my adult experiences because in seven short years, I'd had sex with guys in almost every way it could be done and in places that, as an adult, I wouldn't think about - and then, wondering what the hell I was thinking about back then. What I call "The Specter of Gayness" hung over the times like a wet, moldy blanket and inducing a lot of fears that I was told about but didn't understand - then I got introduced to dick and now I didn't understand why this was supposed to be all bad and horrible. It wasn't so much an attraction to guys as much as it was another way I'd learned to have sex and, yeah, when you get a mouthful of warm cum, you tend to get hooked and you want more and I didn't have a problem getting all that I could get and even from, ah, sources I probably shouldn't have but no regrets and it's all water under a lot of bridges.

One of the reasons why I say that I miss the good old days is that, back then, finding a guy to do something with was stupidly easy and especially with guys who were chasing girls and unable to catch them or, if the caught them, they didn't get the prize for catching them, leaving them high, dry, and with painful balls and... that's where I came in. Back then, I would rarely, if ever, pass up a chance to get some dick where today, you just have to be mindful and careful about who you get naked with but, in reality, that's not any different than it was back in the day because some of the lessons learned are that there are some guys you should just say no to and never, ever have sex with them.

Compared to my adult life, my adult life is tame and chaste... and those two words do not describe me at all. The thrill of doing the unspeakable; the risk taken of getting caught in the act and by adults who would beat the shit out of you - then take you home so you could get beat some more. The rush of having a guy's prick in your mouth or that moment when he's pushing it into your hole and you think, "Damn, he's big..." as he gets it in you then fucks you until he cums. The... disconnect that can be felt as you watch yourself pushing your dick into a place that everyone considers to be forbidden, dirty, filthy, nasty, all that bad stuff; hearing him gasp, then moan or trying not to laugh when he's told you that he can take it but you get the head in him and he's screaming for you to take it out.

It was just better when I was younger. Easier. More carefree. After my first experience with that adult dick, I had asked myself the question, "How can something everyone says is so bad feel so good?" and it took me a little while to find the answer: It feels good because it's supposed to feel good - and because sex is supposed to feel good.