But when I left the club a few hours later, I was happy. A story about my first experience with another guy. I was 9 years old back then. Full of joy and excitement and—finally—no longer afraid. For those with sexual history, the Gardasil vaccine is still recommended, since it may still be able to fight future strains of cancer-related HPV. He must have swallowed a whole shot.
Told me to touch it as it grew harder and harder then he hump me like a pillow.
This is where you can ask the manly men for their opinions on various topics.
We agreed it would be a bit of fun to have him in the nude but covering his privates with his hand. It was a Tuesday or a Wednesday or a Thursday. This was still a normal part of what we would do when his parents weren't there. Thirty-some years ago I was in my early twenties, married, and quite the horn-dog. I got way too drunk in order to work up the courage to suggest that we share hits of the joint "to save weed," which quickly devolved into kissing and the most awkward and terrible sexual experience I ever had with a guy.
We haven't cum yet so he took out the bottle of lube and coated my cock with thick silky lube using his hands. We went into the hot tub and started talking politics and religion like we normally do. There were only a handful of guys at the bar, some coupled up it seemed and others sitting alone. Have I named him yet? I laugh off Mark's request for a kiss and we continue drunken pool shenanigans.