When gay marriage became legalized in New York two Junes ago, I remember watching Bill Maher on HBO. It was a live show on a Friday night and he dropped what he was talking about mid-sentence to say "Because this is a live show, we can report up to the minute current events. Gay Marriage just passed in NY." The audience absolutely erupted and I did a fist pump in my living room. I went to check my laptop and social media was going nuts with pictures from the mass gatherings by Stonewall in the Village. I thought to myself how crazy it was and left my house after my father went to sleep.
I took a few shots of vodka alone (forever alone) and then hopped on the subway to lower Manhattan. It was around Midnight. I got off the F train at West 4th Street and made my way to Stonewall where there were thousands in the streets. I had no expectations and since I had yet to have a gay sexual experience I was pretty reserved.
I sat atop a bench just taking in the scene. People were kissing and dancing in the streets, champagne bottles were being popped and shared, grown men and women were crying tears of joy everywhere. What a sight. I bought a pack of cigarettes and smoked a few because I didn't know what else to do. After about an hour, this dude approached me from about 10 feet away after eying me for a bit. He said to me "Hey man, my two friends over there [he then motioned at them] think you're really cute and we're trying to guess your name." They said I look like a Hans or a Brett to which I responded "WTF...not even close."
We started talking more and I was nervous as hell. My legs were actually shaking I was so nervous, but I was cool as a cucumber on the outside. I said I was 21 :wink: when asked my age. He was 25. Later on another dude came over, good looking older gent. He joined in the conversation and both were kinda hitting on me. I said that I wanted to smoke [the other stuff] so the older guy said we could in his apartment. The five of us (me, the two guys I was talking to, plus the two shy friends) hopped in a cab and went to older guy's apartment.
The three of us smoked on the couch with me sitting in between the two of them. Older guy starts making out with me and I got hard as a rock. Things got more serious and he lifted up my shirt slowly teasing me by making his way down my torso with his lips. He took my throbbing cock out of my pants and started slowly blowing me. The younger guy then started making out with me and I'm in a state of bliss. This is my first gay experience, and I'm having two guys completely servicing me. They took turns making out with and blowing me. We finished up, the younger guy fell asleep, and I needed to get home.
I went outside, hopped in a cab, and took it back to Brooklyn while the sun rose. I was on a high, and it wasn't from smoking. I crawled into my own bed at 7 AM and Dad was still asleep.
I took a few shots of vodka alone (forever alone) and then hopped on the subway to lower Manhattan. It was around Midnight. I got off the F train at West 4th Street and made my way to Stonewall where there were thousands in the streets. I had no expectations and since I had yet to have a gay sexual experience I was pretty reserved.
I sat atop a bench just taking in the scene. People were kissing and dancing in the streets, champagne bottles were being popped and shared, grown men and women were crying tears of joy everywhere. What a sight. I bought a pack of cigarettes and smoked a few because I didn't know what else to do. After about an hour, this dude approached me from about 10 feet away after eying me for a bit. He said to me "Hey man, my two friends over there [he then motioned at them] think you're really cute and we're trying to guess your name." They said I look like a Hans or a Brett to which I responded "WTF...not even close."
We started talking more and I was nervous as hell. My legs were actually shaking I was so nervous, but I was cool as a cucumber on the outside. I said I was 21 :wink: when asked my age. He was 25. Later on another dude came over, good looking older gent. He joined in the conversation and both were kinda hitting on me. I said that I wanted to smoke [the other stuff] so the older guy said we could in his apartment. The five of us (me, the two guys I was talking to, plus the two shy friends) hopped in a cab and went to older guy's apartment.
The three of us smoked on the couch with me sitting in between the two of them. Older guy starts making out with me and I got hard as a rock. Things got more serious and he lifted up my shirt slowly teasing me by making his way down my torso with his lips. He took my throbbing cock out of my pants and started slowly blowing me. The younger guy then started making out with me and I'm in a state of bliss. This is my first gay experience, and I'm having two guys completely servicing me. They took turns making out with and blowing me. We finished up, the younger guy fell asleep, and I needed to get home.
I went outside, hopped in a cab, and took it back to Brooklyn while the sun rose. I was on a high, and it wasn't from smoking. I crawled into my own bed at 7 AM and Dad was still asleep.