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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I'm not one to boast or brag but I feel good knowing that I've had more guys walk away with a good first experience with me than I've had guys walk away feeling that this wasn't the smartest or best thing they could have ever done - they just came to realize that having sex with another guy just wasn't for them although, admittedly, out of maybe the three or four guys who felt this way, two of them would return to try it again and, yeah, when talking to them, I'd learned to make it clear that just because it "didn't work" the first time didn't mean it wouldn't work a second time.

Because I'd talked to other guys who had a bad first experience and they'd swear that it was somthing they'd never do again, teaching me something important about people in that they now believe that if one experience was bad, they're all gonna be bad.

Indeed, I'd even have some guys who had a horrible first experience come to be so they could have a good experience... but I still have no idea how any of them knew that I could do this for them. Word of mouth? Or something else?

I don't know and after a while, I stopped trying to figure it out and focused on being true to my vow to make a guy's first time - or his second time - the best I could make it.

Because I've seen what happens to them when that first experience became their very worst nightmare.

Sometimes, I didn't get to enjoy the sex because I was either busy talking them through this or that, asking if they're still okay, and looking for the signs I'd learned about that would tell me he's in trouble and about to freak out. I found that no matter how things turned out, I felt good about doing my best for them and taking a lot of satisfaction knowing that I did my best. If they got me off, fine but if not, that was fine, too. If they couldn't get it in me, okay, it happens and no matter how much stuff you used to make it go in easy and the same for them when they wanted my dick in their ass. Don't worry about it, okay; it happens and if you still wanna do it, just try to relax, okay?

Some guys would get their dick in my mouth or ass and pop their cork immediately if not sooner - and I'd tell them not to get bent out of shape about that - it happens, okay? We can try it again whenever you're ready - no pressure, no need to hurry. If I remember correctly, a few guys came in my mouth in less that ten seconds after I started sucking them and since I knew guys would be beyond horrified and embarrassed by this, yeah, it was important to let them know everything was fine and, again, it just happens.

I could remember a time when I'd get royally pissed when a guy came too fast in my mouth or ass and that just wasnt the way to feel about it because letting them know I was pissed off just made them feel worse than they already did about it.
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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Even if they didn't get scared and decide that, nope, this ain't really worth it and "survived" my attempt to get them not to do this and they wanted to do it, I learned it was a good idea and thing to remind them that at any time they want, they can stop - they don't have to do this. This was necessary because there were those times when I'd start blowing a guy and he started out being okay... but I could feel it in his body that he wasn't as okay as he said he was so I'd stop and ask him if he's okay and if he wanted to continue and then I'd talk to him until he said he wanted to go on or this should stop right now - and until I was convinced one way or the other.

It's really unnerving to see a guy just freak out behind any of this and the one thing I always made clear was that if you wanted to stop or you just couldn't bring yourself to suck my dick, it's okay - it won't say anything bad about you, like you're a punk or a chicken or anything like that: If you can't do it, you just can't do it.

Some of the more interesting moments I've experienced were with those guys who'd come to me to specifically be sucked off while making it clear on their part that they had no interest to suck dick. Okay, that's fine with me and the first few times doing it under those conditions found me getting surprised and shocked when the guy who said he wasn't going to suck my dick was doing just that. Or, sometimes when they were okay with sucking my dick, I'd hear them say, "Stick it in me!" or "I want you to do it to me in my butt!"

And sometimes they'd say this and add, "But don't stick it in too far!"

Sometimes, um, I would be the one "demanding" that he stick it in me - but I kinda digress a bit.

The important things were to give him the best first experience possible and without putting any pressure on him. When the guy wanted to suck my dick, I made sure to let him know that I could shoot sperm and made it clear that if he was about to make me shoot, I'd let him know so he could stop if he didn't want to get a mouthful of gooey spunk. Or if, for his first experience, he wanted to be fucked, it was important to tell him before the fact that, yes, it's gonna hurt going in there but you can tell me to stop at any time you wanted to and I will stop and take it out, no questions asked.

After the fact, well, that was another thing. Some guys would, after the fact, be fine and dandy with whatever we did and some weren't... and sometimes a guy would be fine in that moment but the next day, whew, they're feeling some kind of way about what they did and in either case, it was very damned important not to leave them hanging with these feelings and to let them know that even though they were thinking that they did something horribly and terribly wrong, they really didn't, that and feeling shitty was, in fact, a normal thing and something that even I felt at times.
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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Guys would be coming out of the woodwork, from those I knew to those I didn't and while it's considered rude to kiss and tell, it had me wondering if I was getting "students" by word of mouth - "If you wanna do this, go check out Rob (my real name) and he'll hook you up!"

But not until I attempted to talk them out of jumping off this particular cliff. Why would I do that?

Because I'd seen guys go through some very bad first experiences that were handed out by more experienced guys and even guys who thought they knew what they were doing but really didn't. I'd see how totally devastated they were and it pretty much fucked up everything about them and mostly because the guy who introduced them didn't bother to really explain to them what they were about to get themselves into, both the good and bad of it.

Many guys I knew personally got their world rocked badly behind this behavior and even at the age I was when all of this occurred to me - I was 12, believe it or not - I vowed not to be [I]that[/I] kind of guy so whenever a guy came to me and made it clear that this was what he wanted to do, my first question would be, "Why do you wanna do this?"

I learned that the most important aspect in this wasn't whatever I might say to them - it was patiently listening to them telling me why they wanted to do this; I had to develop the ability to listen and figure out if what he was saying was the real reason why he wanted to do something he was told never to do. Does that sound crazy? It really isn't because a lot of guys would [B]think[/B] that they needed or wanted to do this but their words lacked a certain... conviction so the more uncertain they sounded, the more I'd try to talk them out of it and in very explicit and graphic detail.

In later years, I'd realize that I was literally trying to scare them straight.

I'd tell them of my own beginnings and what I'd experienced and, again, all the good and bad - and sometimes very bad - things I'd let myself get into. I'd share with them what I knew and saw with other guys (without revealing any names) and what they had to say about their first time with another guy and that if you've come to me thinking that it's gonna be everything you ever dreamed of, well, if you decide to do this with me, I'm gonna do my best to make your dreams come true... but don't be surprised if your worse nightmare shows up instead.

Guys would ask, "How hard can it be?" and I'd tell them that sucking dick or being sucked is the easy part; I'd learned, in those times when giving a guy his first time went horribly wrong, that his body might be having fun... but his mind wasn't. I'd tell them how many times I had a guy just freak out in some way, to being so afraid that they pissed all over the place (and me) to throwing up (and sometimes all over me) as well as breaking down and crying.

Guys would shudder but say, "That's not gonna happen to me!"

And I'd put on my straightest, most serious face and say, "Yeah... that's what they said, too..."
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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I've long since forgotten how many guys who came to me - in some way - to have their first M2M experience, usually to be sucked off by a guy or to suck a guy off. I'd have to say that it was rare - but not unheard of - for a guy to come to me because he wanted to suck dick and get fucked; I don't recall ever running into a first-timer who wanted to plunge his dick into another guy's ass. What I never forget is how much care should be used when you're about to change this guy's life forever for the good or bad.

The thing I've never been able to figure out is how or why these guys knew that I was the one to introduce them. From time to time, a guy would approach me and introduce himself and let me know that we have a mutual friend and that friend had his first cock sucking experience with me and, as such, the mutual friend recommended me to this guy, a situation that often had me wondering just what the hell was going on but, on the real, I understood it.

When a guy is standing on the ledge and ready to jump off, he wants to have the best experience possible; he needs to be assured that he's not making a mistake by giving in to his desires and, of course, the whole world ain't gonna find out that he did the unthinkable and had sex with another man.

I'm thinking that I just had one of many signs plastered all over me and one that said, "If you wanna know what it's like, I'm the one to talk to!"
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7 years ago i met a gay top on cl when i answered his ad he asked for my phone number he called me and told me where he was staying if was a motel i knew well with a bar so we met there after a drink he gave me his room number and said wait 10 minutes and come to the room he wearing a robe told me to get naked and lay across the bed which i did next thing i saw was his big cock at my mouth 8 +inchs and thick with a big cock head he gagged me twice and then he said put that ass up you gonna get that ass open up he used plenty of lube but it still hurt some could feel my asshole opening up as that big cock head went in then he buried it in me all the way he screwed like a bitch for at least 30 minutes and put 2 loads in me when he pulled out of my ass could feel the cum running out of my asshole he cleaned up first and then i did had a drink with him and left never saw him again

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I turned 36... and my magnetism seemed to go away; now well into an open marriage, it seemed to reverse itself and instead of attracting dick, it was attracting women - single, married, whatever. I was mystified in the earlier days because while I now had permission to fuck any woman I wanted to, I was still getting used to having been put into this situation by a wife who needed pussy more than dick so I really wasn't trying to bed other women... and wound up doing just that and, a few times, having sex with her and her husband or boyfriend who wanted to learn what it was like to suck dick and to be fucked by a guy.

Being a cock magnet didn't completely go away; there were still dudes hitting on me and sometimes I'd take their offer and sometimes I didn't... but I did learn to pay more attention to anyone who might be paying "too much" attention to me and to the point where I could feel them checking me out and once I identified who was setting off the "alarm" in my head, sometimes, it was like I could "hear" them thinking about approaching me or not... and if they came toward me I'd say to myself, "Damn... here we go again..."

I'd ask some guys what was it about me that got their attention and many said, "It was the way you move; not feminine but a kind of grace..." Some said it was my voice, my eyes and one guy said, "You had a nice print in those jeans that I wanted to see more of!" Who knew? I sure as hell didn't. I never thought of myself as moving gracefully but when I thought more about that I realized that years of martial arts training had taught me to move with a certain economy of motion, to be more fluid and, shit, gracefully.

What I didn't know - what I wasn't aware of - is what the way I moved said to other people. Some said they could feel the "hidden danger" inside me that said not to fuck with me or get me angry. But many said that it scream sex and sensuality to them and, well, shit, I can't say that I really bought into it but I just learned to accept what they were seeing.

Even the woman who lived across the hall from us told me, after we'd got finished literally breaking her bed, "I don't even know what it is about you that makes me want to fuck you so, hell, yeah, when I found out that I could, I didn't hesitate to get you into my bed!" I didn't know either... and I didn't as much complain about it as it sometimes had me wondering just what the fuck other people were seeing when they saw me, whether they knew me or not.

"Wait a minute - how did you find out?" I'd asked her, my brain finally catching up with what my ears heard.

"Your wife told me, um, right before, uh, we got down with each other," she said - and if she could visibly blush, I'm sure she did. "That girl can eat a pussy - and you're not bad at it, either!"

Well, damn.
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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]To this day I couldn't tell you why I agreed to his proposition and the shocking thing was the "old guy" lived across the street from me. It was even shocking to be sucked by him; it was like he was starving for dick, going at me with furious intent and making me pop my cork a bit more earlier than usual - but that didn't bother him or stop him. He swallowed down my load and kept going until I got hard again and delivered another load into his mouth - and he wouldn't let me suck his cock, which was big and fat and I found myself wanting him in my ass but, no, he was happy to just have me jerking him off and I was kinda unhappy because he came and left a whole lot of sperm untasted.

We went back to the sub shop, I ordered - and we were only gone for 15 minutes (another shocking moment) and he paid for my order and as he said he would and left... and now I was trying to figure out how I was going to explain to my wife and my lover why it took me so long to return with the food. When I told both of them, I expected at least one of them to be pissed off... and they weren't. My wife laughed and my lover, after hearing how big the man's dick was, asked me, "What house does he live in... and is he home now?"

I even talked to my lover about being a cock magnet and he had said, "Well, there is something about you - why do you think I got so attracted to you in the first place? When we first met, it wasn't love at first sight... but I sure as hell wanted you - I had to have you."
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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I remember talking to my wife about all of this and it wasn't like she wasn't having sympathy for but she thought it was funny as hell just the same. When I mentioned having a huge sign painted on me, she laughed even more and stopped long enough to give me this: "You don't pay any attention to how sexy you are; other women see it and they might want you so doesn't it make sense that a lot of guys would see it and want you, too?"

Fuck. It did make sense... and I was kicking myself because I hadn't looked at it like that. Worse, I was all caught up in it and didn't even catch on to why it was happening. It took me a couple of days to work this out in my head... and a couple of days that saw me sucking five more dicks - three newbies, two total strangers. That was about the same time I learned that quite a few of the men who lived in our apartment complex liked to suck dick and take it in the ass and, not to long afterward, I had that life-changing experience of falling in love with an effeminate gay man.

You'd think that at that point, whatever sign I had on myself would have changed from "Available" to "Off the market..." and you'd be wrong. My gay partner wasn't opposed to sharing me with other men and he even introduced me to a couple of his friends who were just like him, telling me that, "I think you're perfect to give them a positive sexual experience!" The guys in the complex were after me to give up the dick to them and I still couldn't leave the apartment to do anything without some guy hitting on me.

Like the guy I ran into at the sub shop around the corner; he was in the store when I walked in and while I was waiting to have my order taken, the somewhat-pudgy and somewhat older Black guy just came over to me and whispered in my ear, "I'll pay for all of your stuff if you come with me right now so I can suck your dick - sound like a good deal?"
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