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More accurately, I was fantasizing getting fucked by a guy. I looked up at him as I was further settling into the female role of this interaction. The next thing I knew, we were going down on each other.
It only happened once, and we never talked about it again.”
-Nick/38 Straight Man
2. I felt comfortable, loved and cared about.
I became friends with one of the guys I bunked with named Dale.
On some random fall weekend, it was just me and Dale in our room while the other roommate went back home on leave. That’s when I felt his stiffy against me through his sweats.
After that, the rest is history. I was always curious about it. Why? Your guess is as good as mine. I have to admit that yes, I probably had feelings for him, but he was as straight as they come and I knew this without a doubt, so I didn't even think about it.
Straight Guy's First Time
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So, it's been a rough year for me. He has long since moved somewhere else with his family. He took out the lube and extracted a glob of it. He slowly enters me, and I groan and whimper, but take him like a good girl. Not sure if it was his build or what but I just I just know that I liked him.
Just before graduation, we ended up hooking up off-base.
I could feel the contours of the billowing head on my tongue, and it disgusted me. The truth is, I had always wanted to know what it was like so not going to lie.
I guess that is why I let this random guy do his thing on me. Not sure how it happened but I ended up tapping on a filter that put me in a same-sex category. For those in the Chicago area, Chicago Men’s Therapy Resources provides evidence-based tools like CBT and ACT to help navigate life transitions and emotional health.
Frequently, male guests had me bring up their luggage.
At least five times, I ended up staying a little extra. . He said that would be the best position. Normally, I'm able to consume large quantities of alcohol and not be terribly affected by it. That’s when Sam came to make small talk.
I don’t remember all of the details, but I know at some point I saw him popping wood under his work khakis.