First same sex encounter

I was nineteen and she was my best mate... We were just chilling probably watching buffy haha and suddenly she leaned over and kissed me. One thing quickly led to another ended up dating her for 6 months and we nearly moved in together... In the end it didn't work out but we stayed friends for dinner time after that

Unfortunately mine isn't a kinky story. It was a couple of years ago. It was the worst way to go about it, for all the worst reasons and i hate myself for it. I am only glad i didn't catch anything. I'd go into detail but its more a story for a forum about why you'd want to kill yourself, not here.

(26 Jul 2017 23:06)snake83 Wrote:  Unfortunately mine isn't a kinky story. It was a couple of years ago. It was the worst way to go about it, for all the worst reasons and i hate myself for it. I am only glad i didn't catch anything. I'd go into detail but its more a story for a forum about why you'd want to kill yourself, not here.

Sorry to hear that. Terrible sexual experiences can stick with you. I understand.

My story is a little different but that is no reason not to share it.  It is an unwilling meet with a fella

I had met gay men, as I had been in the Paras in the army, and there were a few of those macho men that had strange leanings. I had also met a pal that was truly Bi and he was a waiter with me in a Greek restaurant, and we had many a good night with the girls. But he was also engaged to a man that was the owner of the James club in Leicester square, London, which was a gay and lesbian club, way back in 1983. I got fed up with my marriage and did one of my disappearing acts and went down to London, found this pal and stayed in his place in Holloway, telling him I wanted to divorce my wife. He was good enough to get me a job in the James, running their snack bar, which was just in the entrance area.
There was a beautiful woman that came in many nights, and you have to remember I was good looking in those days, and she obviously took a shine to me, as she would sit at my counter night after night, order a light snack, and stay chatting to me.
Not the usual gay that dresses like a woman. I checked. She had real tits, no Adams apple, no square ends to her fingers, real nice nails and a good figure. All in all, a good looking dame.
After work we would all go to a small restaurant in Holloway road, called “The Open Door”, for something to eat and a couple of coffees, and to wind down.
This woman asked me to take her with us, as she only lived in Islington, and was going home anyway. I refused her several times, but one night my pal invited her to join us, and asked me why I wouldn't invite her. I told him of my suspicions that she might be gay, and he assured me that this was not true.
When we arrived at the restaurant, this woman sat at another table, and I was comfortable with this arrangement. However, she drank a few brandies and got a little tipsy, and asked me to see her home. I refused point blank and she got into her taxi alone.
This went on for four nights. She would ask me to take her home and I refused. But on the fifth night I had had a couple of drinks, and, after much conversation with my pal, over the rights and wrongs of taking her home, I was convinced to do just that. Take her home. I thought little of the consequences, and vowed to myself I would just see her back in the taxi, and go on to my pals' home, which was close to hers, and go to bed.
However, in the taxi back to her place, we got to kissing, and my resolve flew out the window. And, when she invited me into her place, just for a goodnight drink, I accepted. On going up to her flat, we stopped on the landing and she wanted me to kiss her some more. By this time, I was interested in getting my leg over with this beautiful creature, and when we got into her flat, she closed the door and leant back on it. I was more into the mood than I was sensible, and we kissed some more. I had a storming hard on by this time, and was feeling those lovely breasts. She did no more than go down on her knees and unbuttoning my flies, took my erect penis in her mouth, and started sucking. I enjoyed it immensely and thought to myself, not to be greedy, and, standing her up I started to lift her hem, so I could play with her. That was the easy part, because as I pushed my hand into her knickers I found I was holding another erect penis. Imagine my surprise. You can also imagine how quickly I said goodnight and departed.
The next day I found my pal and berated him over my discovery, and that 'woman' never came to the club again.

(27 Jul 2017 04:42)chidds01234 Wrote:  My story is a little different but...

The best thing for transgenders is to be honest to avoid rejections like that. 

No same sex encounters I'm afraid, I am however immensely turned on at the site of titties, I get wet just thinking about them. Feel free ladies to PM me any pics you show me yours I'll show you mine
Ps I do hope this post does not contravene rules and regs! Moderators please feel free to remove if it does!

Ava, your PS, seems okay to me.

(23 Jul 2017 20:09)Red_Velvet Wrote:  Hi guys,

I wanted to find out everyone's first same sex encounters.

A group of about 4 of us girls went under the table and just started kissing. We then took it in turns 2-by-2 to go to the toilets and take it further. No oral just kissing and touching everywhere. 

Tell me about your first time.

What a cheeky little thread this is! I'd quite forgotten that Miss Velvet had been so naughty once upon a time.
As for me, I'm still waiting for my first slice of male-male action.
One day soon perhaps....