Gay Erotic Stories

Mind you I had played around a few times starting from a young boy with other boys in my neighborhood and cousins who were also curious. It was not however until I joined the military and was stationed in San Antonio Texas that I really new what it felt like to be made love to by a man. It was in April of 1973 and I was making my first attempt to visit a gay bar. I had no idea how to act but I tried to seem like I belonged there. After a while a very nice looking Latin guy came up to me and started talking, we shared a few drinks and as we were talking he ask me if I was in the military, I said yes. He said don't look but the "MP's, that's military police are here". Of course I freeked . It was at this time that he took me to the dance floor and tried to keep me in the back of everyone else so they could not see me. As soon as they left he ask me if I liked to leave and go to his place. I was a little nervous but felt that it was safe. When we got to his place he led me to his bedroom and ask if I would like to shower with him.. I said yes of course and we went to the shower where he caressed me with his hands and tongue. I was quivering all over only because it felt so good. .After we showered he led me back to the bed and lay me down. It was here that I was taken aback because as I was laying on my back he turned me over and I thought Oh my I've never been fucked and was a little nervous. He was attempting to put his fist up my ass and as much as new I could not take it I tried to not say anything because I started visualizing all these things he could do to me if I fought his attempts to continue. When I could not take it any longer I cried out it was too painful.. Would you believe it, he caressed my face and said he was sorry he just thought I was more "out" than I acted. I told him it was my first time, it was here it took a turn for the better. This man made such love to me. He fucked me all night long and I sucked his long thick dick until I choked. We must have made love 3-4 times until the wee hours of the morning. When he dropped me off at my barracks the next morning he stopped first at a roadside flower shop at pick up a couple red roses for me.. I am certainly glad that my first was such a memorable one.