However, I now found that my fantasies were getting kinkier, and I was becoming increasingly desperate to experiment and try new things. Coming from a very strict, conservative background, stuff like that was frowned up and condemned. I'd had fantasies about guys before, but had never acted on any of them. Probably staged, I know, but it made me really horny. I was mesmerized by what seemed to be a straight guy being seduced in a van by a gay porn star, being tricked into getting his dick sucked and then liking it so much that he ended up fucking the guy even though he seemed pissed when he found out it was all a trick. One day, however, I stumbled upon some gay porn, and was surprised at how much it turned me on. I had moderate success - a threesome with a couple in a nearby town, $60 for sex with my first black woman, and some phone sex with some strangers, some of whom I think were men pretending to be women. I'd masturbate all day, trawl the internet looking at porn and trying to find girls to hook up with. When I wasn't at work, I found myself getting increasingly horny. Anyway, she'd moved out of my apartment and was living with some friends, and although we texted most days and still talked, the relationship was all but over (it would be rekindled later, but that's a different story). She'd been involved in some pretty bad things prior to us meeting, and just before I met her I'd gone through a rough and sudden separation from my wife, Aimee, so for me it was very much a rebound relationship. I'd been living with a US-Iranian girl (Iranian father, immigrant to US, and American mother), but had never really trusted her.
My first time sticks in my mind because, for me, it represented something completely new, kinky and highly erotic. I've not been with many guys (just three) and I've only allowed one to penetrate me (the first one), although I've masturbated for and with several other guys without any touching or reciprocative acts. This is a true story of my first time with a guy.