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My First All-male Group Sex Session - Part One free porn video
I was lucky. It was the early 1980s and life for gay men had improved beyond the comprehension of the generations who'd gone before. The clandestine lifestyles and repression of earlier times was beginning to end and more gay men were visible and demanding change. Such was the atmosphere that my teenage years had blossomed into. I was doubly lucky to have been born and bred in one of England's largest cities, and as such, a small yet vibrant 'gay scene' had emerged from the darkness that had shrouded my gay elders.
I knew I was gay from a very early age. If you've read my previous chapter "My first sexual experience - sucking cock!" then you'll know something of my sexual history. I needed more. I needed to be 'free to be me' and find men who I could socialise with and have sex with, openly, rather than hoping that another sexual encounter might cross my path by chance. I'd been in the right place at the right time and sucked my best friend's father's friend's cock (try saying that after a few drinks!). It had been amazing to suck and wank a grown man's cock and best of all, taste his man-juice. Yes, I wanted more but I didn't know how to get what I wanted. As we got older, my best buddy and I often went into the city to buy records and occasionally stare at the covers of the soft core porn mags that were ubiquitous in the small newsstands that stood on several street corners. These stands, actually more like little shacks, sold anything that the passing (mainly male) commuter may want on their way to and from work: cigarettes, soft drinks, snacks, newspapers and of course, the odd porn mag. And so it was that on one occasion, I was buying cigarettes when I saw something that stopped me in my tracks - "Gay News" heralded the banner of the newspaper that was tucked behind the line of "Lovebirds", "Playbirds" and "Whitehouse" glossy periodicals on the shelf behind the vendor. My heart pounded. Was this what I thought it was? A paper about 'gay' things? What was in it? What was it about? I couldn't tell from my vantage point, it was simply a banner of a newspaper. My mouth was dry and I literally trembled. I couldn't simply buy it because it was behind the vendor in the shack, I couldn't reach for it, I'd have to ask him to get it for me - he'd think I was queer! He'd know I was. I walked away, trying desperately to keep my knees from failing me. I walked and walked, my mind focused on that newspaper but foggy to the world. "OK. I can't get it from there, but where else can I get it from? Think think!"
I entered the large, anonymous newsagent at the train station on my way home. Both my hands leaked sweaty rivers as I quickly scanned the top row of the magazines and newspapers. As I read the banner, "Gay News", my quivering fingers reached for and grasped my prize. Without breathing, I span around and stumbled to the cashier to pay. "Oh fuck, there's a queue!" What to do? Drop it and run? Keep it and run? Yeah, just run out with it! That way the cashier won't see it and know that I'm one of 'them', one of the queers that people talk about in hushed, disparaging tones, pitying, despising, laughing at. Yeah. Just run out the door... "Can I help you please?" she said. The queue was now behind me and I was at the front. "Do you want to pay for that love?" she replied to herself. I fell forward and flashed the paper in her direction, eyes down and said in a barely audible voice "it's 30p". I thrusted 3 10pence coins into her open claw and turned quickly towards the exit. "Do you want a bag for that?" she echoed as my feet beat a hasty retreat.
I folded up the paper and marched up the station platform to catch my train home. I was both exhilarated and scared stiff at the same time. I made sure that the banner wasn't visible and I held onto it for grim death, trying to look calm and collected. As I sat on the train seat, I placed the paper in my lap, hands on top so none of the other passengers could casually read anything incriminating. I desperately wanted to read it myself, but of course, dared not. Leaving the train, I practically ran the mile or so home and melted onto my bed, paper in hand and began to stare at every word on every page till they burned my retinas. Here it was. Here they were. Gays. Queers. Pansies. Poofs! Back then, all those words were used about my kind so often that we used them about ourselves! But one thing was clear, the 'gays' in that newspaper were loud, proud and real. They were living their lives as I wanted to. All the articles were just as a regular newspaper, just slanted towards gay angles. That's all. No monsters, no perverts in long black coats etc. At the back of the paper was a list of help lines and groups. Of course, it was no surprise that nearly every number was preceded by the telephone prefix for the London area. Except one. This one was for my home city. Yes. There it was, a phone number for a 'gay centre' in the place I was born and lived...
Placing that call was one of the scariest and yet most liberating things I have ever done in my life. I still, to this day, recall almost every word:
"Hello. Gay switchboard, I'm Mark, can I help you?" Silence ensued....
"I'm Mark, and I'd really like to listen and help if I can" The gentle voice said.
"Err, I think I might be gay. No I know I'm gay
"I'm gay too, it's nice to speak with you. Is that the first time you've said that to anyone?
"Yeah!
"How did that feel....?
And so the conversation rolled on. Mark told me that they ran a youth group (for anyone under 21, which was then the 'age of consent' for gay males in the UK). Would I like to go? "Yes" was my eager, excited reply. The following Saturday at the prearranged time, Mark meet me at the door of the centre, a non descript building in the middle of a rather run down area of the city centre. There was no sign outside (this was the early 1980s don't forget and 'queer bashers' were not only numerous, they were actively encouraged!). "Feeling nervous?" asked Mark as he shook my hand (which I noticed was firm and not in the least bit 'girly' as I'd expected). "Yeah" I replied, not looking directly at him. "Well, you've made the biggest step, you're here. Come on in, I'll make us a coffee and you can tell me all about yourself". 'You can tell me all about yourself'. No one had ever said that to me before. No one had ever been that interested in me enough to ask! That first afternoon was bliss. There were around 25 or so young men and women, all chatting, smoking, laughing, gossiping and occasionally dancing to records that blasted from the portable player. No one seemed uncomfortable being there. No one looked at any one in a judgemental way. They were simply young people being together who just happened to be gay.
After the group's time in the centre ended, most of the attendees went over to a local pub. Mark explained that this was a 'gay pub' and that people usually went there for a drink after the meeting finished. Apparently, the landlord knew that most of us from the centre were not legally old enough to drink alcohol, but he turned a blind eye if you didn't look too young. Within an hour or so, I was introduced to so many men, older men, that I didn't know whether to be flattered or scared! Actually, I was very excited. Men were openly flirting with me. Gay men. They weren't hiding, apologising for who and what they were and they didn't care who knew they were there. And it was wonderful!
"This is Nick" said Mark. "He sometimes helps out at the centre, usually when we're having a trip out somewhere and we need someone to drive the minibus". Nick bought me a Coke and began chatting. "So where are you from?" he asked. When I told him he replied "no way! I live about 4 streets away! Small world innit?". The conversation went on and Mark came over to tell me that the group was moving on to another venue. I looked at my watch and told him that actually, it was time I was going. "Oh don't go yet" said Nick "I'll give you a lift home". "OK" I replied. I didn't expect the offer, but was secretly pleased he had. Not just because it meant I could stay longer, but because I really was enjoying taking to this rather handsome older man.
Nick's flat was nicer than mine. Well, it would be because he had a really good job whereas I was working in a factory and the size and state of my flat reflected that fact. He made me a drink of brandy and Coke and he put Kate Bush on his stereo. Soon, with the frequent replenishment of drinks and the soothing tones of Kate singing "In the warm room", I practically melted into the white leather chair. "Another?" he insisted rather than asked, and I held out my glass to his approach. "Come give me a hand" he asked as he exited the lounge towards his kitchen. I hazily tripped after him, babbling on about the somethings and nothings that our conversation had settled into. Nick asked me to cut some lemons into slices for the new batch of Coke flavoured brandy and as I stood there, trying not to cut off more than 2 fingers, I felt his breath on my neck. I'd been hoping for this for hours, ever since he'd said "I'll give you a lift home". He kissed my neck passionately. I sighed deeply and as he turned me around, I placed the knife safely onto the cutting board. His hungry mouth sought out mine. I was 18 and even though I had recently sucked on a dick, I'd never even kissed a girl, let alone a man. A grown man. I must have been so awkward, but so willing to learn. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and I reciprocated. He sucked on my neck and licked around my ears, occasionally plunging his tongue into my oral orifice again. I wrapped my arms around him, the way I thought I should do and as I did so, he reached up and took my right hand in his left. I stumbled behind him as he practically dragged me down the dim hallway and into a dark room. He skillfully removed my shirt and said "get your shoes off". I bent over to oblige, and then sat on the floor so I didn't fall over - the alcohol had worked it's magic! I was wondering if I should remove my pants or wait for him to tell me that too when without warning, I was temporarily blinded. Nick had switched on the room's main ceiling light and the white flash constricted my pupils so fast that they stung. Only temporarily blinded, his outline quickly become visible and within 4 or 5 seconds, I could see clearly. He was completely naked and was stood about 6 feet away from me - and what a sight he was. He was only about 5 feet 5 inches tall, and his cock (I later leaned) was 8" and thick, so it looked so impressive as he stood there. And we were going to have sex. I didn't know what that would actually entail, but I knew that I wanted to do the things I'd always fantasized about.. I wanted to hold his prick. I wanted to put it into my mouth. I wanted to wank it like I wanked mine. I didn't think about what he might want to do with me, such was my virgin selfishness. He knew I was completely naive to sex, and so he instructively, instinctively led the way.
"Do you want to touch it?
"Oh yes...
"Get your pants off then and come over here" he said
I hastily pulled off my jeans and realised that not only was my cock rock hard, but I'd leaked a ton of precum. I walked over to him and lost no time grasping onto his cock. I know that my subsequent preference, no, lust for hefty uncut dicks comes from my first sexual experience with Nick. I fell madly in lust with him and I compared subsequent sexual partners to him. I'm many ways, I always will do. I gently wanked his cock as he thrust his tongue again into my mouth. His hand searched for and found my erection and his thumb lubed up my cock head with his thumb. "Lie down" he said and I lay on the carpet. "On your side, towards me" he instructed and I compiled. He then lay down in front on me, his head facing my feet and shuffled himself up close to me. He manoeuvred my cock into his mouth and he immediately swallowed my length right down. "Mmmmmm" he uttered as he moved his mouth up and down my pulsing shaft. The intense stimulation made my body completely rigid and I tensed as if I was going to cum, but I didn't. Nick released my dick from his mouth to watch my cum flood, and when it didn't happen he said "suck my cock". I reached forward and, trembling, I held onto his thick prick and guided it towards my mouth. This was it. I was at last sucking on Nick's cock and it was fucking unbelievable! His thick shaft was topped off with a large, bulbus glans hiding under a fairly tight foreskin. As my lips slid up and down the top of the shaft, the skin began to peel back revealing a musky, slippery cock head. I pulled the skin right back revealing even more of the shining head. I licked under the rim, savoring the sweaty cock smell that wafted towards my nostrils. Nick was slobbering over my cock, sucking onto my balls and licking the hard ridge between my balls and arse hole. Pushing down, his tongue found my virgin hole. As he licked, the intensity forced my head back in excruciating pleasure. I could actually feel my hole gape open as his tongue probed in. I sucked greedily at his prick, wanking it and licking the shaft. He stopped pushing his tongue into me and suddenly he said "if you keep doing that I'll cum all over you!" I was wanking his shaft and so in earnest I wanked faster. I was going to make him cum. I was going to get another man's scum on me! I could ....
When Nick came, he splattered both my lower face and chest. He arched his back and grunted loudly at each spurt. "You fucking slag! You fucking dirty little twat!" he screamed. I must admit, I almost laughed out loud at this, I'd never heard such things in all my life! Almost as soon as he shot his last spurt of cum, he hastily span around to kiss me again, furiously wanking at my cock. He was angrily grunting and groaning. He was still high on his orgasm and he wanted my spunk. I could feel myself begin to spin. "Oh my god, I'm going to cum" I uttered and Nick thrust his head down from my mouth and onto my cock. He gave little whimpers as his mouth began to fill with my scum. He swallowed it all and then kissed me again. I held onto him and actually thought I was going to cry with pleasure. I'd wanted this for so long.
"Did you enjoy that young man?" whispered Nick after he'd recovered
"You know I did" I replied.
"Did you like me rimming you?
"What?
"Rimming. It's what we call licking arse hole
"Oh right! Yeah, it was brilliant" was all I could say
"You liked my tongue in your bum hole did you? Well, wait till I get my cock in there later...
I knew I was gay from a very early age. If you've read my previous chapter "My first sexual experience - sucking cock!" then you'll know something of my sexual history. I needed more. I needed to be 'free to be me' and find men who I could socialise with and have sex with, openly, rather than hoping that another sexual encounter might cross my path by chance. I'd been in the right place at the right time and sucked my best friend's father's friend's cock (try saying that after a few drinks!). It had been amazing to suck and wank a grown man's cock and best of all, taste his man-juice. Yes, I wanted more but I didn't know how to get what I wanted. As we got older, my best buddy and I often went into the city to buy records and occasionally stare at the covers of the soft core porn mags that were ubiquitous in the small newsstands that stood on several street corners. These stands, actually more like little shacks, sold anything that the passing (mainly male) commuter may want on their way to and from work: cigarettes, soft drinks, snacks, newspapers and of course, the odd porn mag. And so it was that on one occasion, I was buying cigarettes when I saw something that stopped me in my tracks - "Gay News" heralded the banner of the newspaper that was tucked behind the line of "Lovebirds", "Playbirds" and "Whitehouse" glossy periodicals on the shelf behind the vendor. My heart pounded. Was this what I thought it was? A paper about 'gay' things? What was in it? What was it about? I couldn't tell from my vantage point, it was simply a banner of a newspaper. My mouth was dry and I literally trembled. I couldn't simply buy it because it was behind the vendor in the shack, I couldn't reach for it, I'd have to ask him to get it for me - he'd think I was queer! He'd know I was. I walked away, trying desperately to keep my knees from failing me. I walked and walked, my mind focused on that newspaper but foggy to the world. "OK. I can't get it from there, but where else can I get it from? Think think!"
I entered the large, anonymous newsagent at the train station on my way home. Both my hands leaked sweaty rivers as I quickly scanned the top row of the magazines and newspapers. As I read the banner, "Gay News", my quivering fingers reached for and grasped my prize. Without breathing, I span around and stumbled to the cashier to pay. "Oh fuck, there's a queue!" What to do? Drop it and run? Keep it and run? Yeah, just run out with it! That way the cashier won't see it and know that I'm one of 'them', one of the queers that people talk about in hushed, disparaging tones, pitying, despising, laughing at. Yeah. Just run out the door... "Can I help you please?" she said. The queue was now behind me and I was at the front. "Do you want to pay for that love?" she replied to herself. I fell forward and flashed the paper in her direction, eyes down and said in a barely audible voice "it's 30p". I thrusted 3 10pence coins into her open claw and turned quickly towards the exit. "Do you want a bag for that?" she echoed as my feet beat a hasty retreat.
I folded up the paper and marched up the station platform to catch my train home. I was both exhilarated and scared stiff at the same time. I made sure that the banner wasn't visible and I held onto it for grim death, trying to look calm and collected. As I sat on the train seat, I placed the paper in my lap, hands on top so none of the other passengers could casually read anything incriminating. I desperately wanted to read it myself, but of course, dared not. Leaving the train, I practically ran the mile or so home and melted onto my bed, paper in hand and began to stare at every word on every page till they burned my retinas. Here it was. Here they were. Gays. Queers. Pansies. Poofs! Back then, all those words were used about my kind so often that we used them about ourselves! But one thing was clear, the 'gays' in that newspaper were loud, proud and real. They were living their lives as I wanted to. All the articles were just as a regular newspaper, just slanted towards gay angles. That's all. No monsters, no perverts in long black coats etc. At the back of the paper was a list of help lines and groups. Of course, it was no surprise that nearly every number was preceded by the telephone prefix for the London area. Except one. This one was for my home city. Yes. There it was, a phone number for a 'gay centre' in the place I was born and lived...
Placing that call was one of the scariest and yet most liberating things I have ever done in my life. I still, to this day, recall almost every word:
"Hello. Gay switchboard, I'm Mark, can I help you?" Silence ensued....
"I'm Mark, and I'd really like to listen and help if I can" The gentle voice said.
"Err, I think I might be gay. No I know I'm gay
"I'm gay too, it's nice to speak with you. Is that the first time you've said that to anyone?
"Yeah!
"How did that feel....?
And so the conversation rolled on. Mark told me that they ran a youth group (for anyone under 21, which was then the 'age of consent' for gay males in the UK). Would I like to go? "Yes" was my eager, excited reply. The following Saturday at the prearranged time, Mark meet me at the door of the centre, a non descript building in the middle of a rather run down area of the city centre. There was no sign outside (this was the early 1980s don't forget and 'queer bashers' were not only numerous, they were actively encouraged!). "Feeling nervous?" asked Mark as he shook my hand (which I noticed was firm and not in the least bit 'girly' as I'd expected). "Yeah" I replied, not looking directly at him. "Well, you've made the biggest step, you're here. Come on in, I'll make us a coffee and you can tell me all about yourself". 'You can tell me all about yourself'. No one had ever said that to me before. No one had ever been that interested in me enough to ask! That first afternoon was bliss. There were around 25 or so young men and women, all chatting, smoking, laughing, gossiping and occasionally dancing to records that blasted from the portable player. No one seemed uncomfortable being there. No one looked at any one in a judgemental way. They were simply young people being together who just happened to be gay.
After the group's time in the centre ended, most of the attendees went over to a local pub. Mark explained that this was a 'gay pub' and that people usually went there for a drink after the meeting finished. Apparently, the landlord knew that most of us from the centre were not legally old enough to drink alcohol, but he turned a blind eye if you didn't look too young. Within an hour or so, I was introduced to so many men, older men, that I didn't know whether to be flattered or scared! Actually, I was very excited. Men were openly flirting with me. Gay men. They weren't hiding, apologising for who and what they were and they didn't care who knew they were there. And it was wonderful!
"This is Nick" said Mark. "He sometimes helps out at the centre, usually when we're having a trip out somewhere and we need someone to drive the minibus". Nick bought me a Coke and began chatting. "So where are you from?" he asked. When I told him he replied "no way! I live about 4 streets away! Small world innit?". The conversation went on and Mark came over to tell me that the group was moving on to another venue. I looked at my watch and told him that actually, it was time I was going. "Oh don't go yet" said Nick "I'll give you a lift home". "OK" I replied. I didn't expect the offer, but was secretly pleased he had. Not just because it meant I could stay longer, but because I really was enjoying taking to this rather handsome older man.
Nick's flat was nicer than mine. Well, it would be because he had a really good job whereas I was working in a factory and the size and state of my flat reflected that fact. He made me a drink of brandy and Coke and he put Kate Bush on his stereo. Soon, with the frequent replenishment of drinks and the soothing tones of Kate singing "In the warm room", I practically melted into the white leather chair. "Another?" he insisted rather than asked, and I held out my glass to his approach. "Come give me a hand" he asked as he exited the lounge towards his kitchen. I hazily tripped after him, babbling on about the somethings and nothings that our conversation had settled into. Nick asked me to cut some lemons into slices for the new batch of Coke flavoured brandy and as I stood there, trying not to cut off more than 2 fingers, I felt his breath on my neck. I'd been hoping for this for hours, ever since he'd said "I'll give you a lift home". He kissed my neck passionately. I sighed deeply and as he turned me around, I placed the knife safely onto the cutting board. His hungry mouth sought out mine. I was 18 and even though I had recently sucked on a dick, I'd never even kissed a girl, let alone a man. A grown man. I must have been so awkward, but so willing to learn. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and I reciprocated. He sucked on my neck and licked around my ears, occasionally plunging his tongue into my oral orifice again. I wrapped my arms around him, the way I thought I should do and as I did so, he reached up and took my right hand in his left. I stumbled behind him as he practically dragged me down the dim hallway and into a dark room. He skillfully removed my shirt and said "get your shoes off". I bent over to oblige, and then sat on the floor so I didn't fall over - the alcohol had worked it's magic! I was wondering if I should remove my pants or wait for him to tell me that too when without warning, I was temporarily blinded. Nick had switched on the room's main ceiling light and the white flash constricted my pupils so fast that they stung. Only temporarily blinded, his outline quickly become visible and within 4 or 5 seconds, I could see clearly. He was completely naked and was stood about 6 feet away from me - and what a sight he was. He was only about 5 feet 5 inches tall, and his cock (I later leaned) was 8" and thick, so it looked so impressive as he stood there. And we were going to have sex. I didn't know what that would actually entail, but I knew that I wanted to do the things I'd always fantasized about.. I wanted to hold his prick. I wanted to put it into my mouth. I wanted to wank it like I wanked mine. I didn't think about what he might want to do with me, such was my virgin selfishness. He knew I was completely naive to sex, and so he instructively, instinctively led the way.
"Do you want to touch it?
"Oh yes...
"Get your pants off then and come over here" he said
I hastily pulled off my jeans and realised that not only was my cock rock hard, but I'd leaked a ton of precum. I walked over to him and lost no time grasping onto his cock. I know that my subsequent preference, no, lust for hefty uncut dicks comes from my first sexual experience with Nick. I fell madly in lust with him and I compared subsequent sexual partners to him. I'm many ways, I always will do. I gently wanked his cock as he thrust his tongue again into my mouth. His hand searched for and found my erection and his thumb lubed up my cock head with his thumb. "Lie down" he said and I lay on the carpet. "On your side, towards me" he instructed and I compiled. He then lay down in front on me, his head facing my feet and shuffled himself up close to me. He manoeuvred my cock into his mouth and he immediately swallowed my length right down. "Mmmmmm" he uttered as he moved his mouth up and down my pulsing shaft. The intense stimulation made my body completely rigid and I tensed as if I was going to cum, but I didn't. Nick released my dick from his mouth to watch my cum flood, and when it didn't happen he said "suck my cock". I reached forward and, trembling, I held onto his thick prick and guided it towards my mouth. This was it. I was at last sucking on Nick's cock and it was fucking unbelievable! His thick shaft was topped off with a large, bulbus glans hiding under a fairly tight foreskin. As my lips slid up and down the top of the shaft, the skin began to peel back revealing a musky, slippery cock head. I pulled the skin right back revealing even more of the shining head. I licked under the rim, savoring the sweaty cock smell that wafted towards my nostrils. Nick was slobbering over my cock, sucking onto my balls and licking the hard ridge between my balls and arse hole. Pushing down, his tongue found my virgin hole. As he licked, the intensity forced my head back in excruciating pleasure. I could actually feel my hole gape open as his tongue probed in. I sucked greedily at his prick, wanking it and licking the shaft. He stopped pushing his tongue into me and suddenly he said "if you keep doing that I'll cum all over you!" I was wanking his shaft and so in earnest I wanked faster. I was going to make him cum. I was going to get another man's scum on me! I could ....
When Nick came, he splattered both my lower face and chest. He arched his back and grunted loudly at each spurt. "You fucking slag! You fucking dirty little twat!" he screamed. I must admit, I almost laughed out loud at this, I'd never heard such things in all my life! Almost as soon as he shot his last spurt of cum, he hastily span around to kiss me again, furiously wanking at my cock. He was angrily grunting and groaning. He was still high on his orgasm and he wanted my spunk. I could feel myself begin to spin. "Oh my god, I'm going to cum" I uttered and Nick thrust his head down from my mouth and onto my cock. He gave little whimpers as his mouth began to fill with my scum. He swallowed it all and then kissed me again. I held onto him and actually thought I was going to cry with pleasure. I'd wanted this for so long.
"Did you enjoy that young man?" whispered Nick after he'd recovered
"You know I did" I replied.
"Did you like me rimming you?
"What?
"Rimming. It's what we call licking arse hole
"Oh right! Yeah, it was brilliant" was all I could say
"You liked my tongue in your bum hole did you? Well, wait till I get my cock in there later...
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