First Time Advice For Gay Anal Sex

Anal sex is often seen as the definitive form of gay love-making. You might think, and be pressured to 

think, that if you’re not doing it, be you top, bottom or versatile, you must be some sort of second rate

 closet case. But is it for you? It can hurt (a lot) at first, comes as something of a shock to the system,

 and might well be termed an acquired taste. If you fancy it, here are a few tips on how to begin to acquire

 it.

Spend time on your own discovering your anus before having sex with others. Run a bath and get 

naked. Go to the toilet. Then put some lube on a finger, work it around the outer anus, stay there 

awhile, and start pushing it in.

The sensations you get might already be quite intense. If you’re unsettled, use your other hand

 to masturbate and reassure yourself with feelings with which you’re familiar. Allow yourself to

 enjoy the new feelings. Relax and feel free to fantasise. Explore and get a sense of the shape 

and texture inside you. Then, when you’re comfortable, try inserting a second finger. Be careful,

 but rest assured your anus can certainly cope with this.

When you withdraw you might feel you want to defecate again. This is normal. Probably nothing will

 happen. If anything does, don’t worry. It will clean up when you’re done and there’s no shame 

attached. It’s just a reflex reaction.

You might also want to experiment with something more life-size. If so, use a proper dildo – not a

 deodorant canister or a cucumber. You don't want to scratch the lining of your anus or have something

 nasty break off in there. And, yes, the guy in the sex shop may well take one look at you and know

 exactly where it’s going to end up. But so what? He’s seen it all already. Just acknowledge to yourself

 that you’re doing this as part of your exploration of yourself as gay.

When using the dildo, begin again with your fingers and use a lot of lube. You need to find a relaxed 

position. Sitting with your ass to one side can work well. If you’re standing, make sure your legs 

remain relaxed. If they tense, the sphincter will follow. Push it in slowly. Don’t force it. Don’t sit on it.

When you encounter resistance, pause, relax. If you push your anus towards the dildo, as if you were

 pushing faeces out, you might find you open more easily. Still, however gently you go, you can

 expect a pop. There might well be a moment of pain. After this, the rest will probably slip in a lot more

 easily.

The sensations that follow are complex. When you relax, the pain will probably abate and give way to

 a sense of elation. It can feel breathtakingly high, as if every connection in your body and brain just

 started firing. Your instinct might be immediately to masturbate and cum in a way more dazzling 

than you ever have before. One thing you are doing now is learning to ride this pleasure.

Move the dildo slowly and give yourself time to get used to it. It might be that’s enough for the

 moment, or it might be that you want to experience a faster pace – the pace of sex – and for as

 long as it would take a man fucking you to cum. If it’s the latter you want, be careful. The dildo

 can go as fast and as hard as you make it and experience no pain of its own. In other words, a 

dildo is NOT the same as a penis. Also, the loose skin around the shaft of a penis will lessen 

the friction on the anus, even though the head might be pumping quite hard and your buttocks

 might be getting a pounding.

Get ready to make some noise, and some pretty weird facial expressions. The feelings may become 

intense to the point of mindlessness. You might start groaning, shrieking, gurgling, sobbing...There 

comes a point when it is as if there is a barrier to cross. The feeling of being about to explode

 might make you stop. Or you can cross that barrier to find a further degree of elation.

At last, there is a point where you level out. It is as if a plateau has been attained and no further 

ascent is possible. You might want to stay there a little while, as it were to admire the view, then

 pause and prepare for the final shock, which is when you withdraw. It is possible you might make

 a mess. In order not to feel anxious about this, have a towel down or do it over a toilet or an easily

 cleaned surface.

Be aware that, after the high, there is a downside. After using a dildo, just as after having sex, 

your anus might take time to close. You might need to spend time sitting on the toilet relaxing

 and calming down. Also, the mess you might make risks leading to feelings of shame and 

humiliation. Mentally, you might feel unfocused and ‘spaced’ for hours to follow.

And when you first have anal sex be prepared to make further discoveries. On the one hand, if you’re
 the bottom, you are showing that man something intimate about yourself. You are experiencing ecstatic 

sensations – and making those noises and faces again – with him watching you. And you have to want

 him to do that. On the other, you’ll be seeing someone else working his way towards orgasm 

differently from what you’ll have seen and shared when masturbating or giving and receiving head.

Be prepared for the feeling of passivity. If you resist being passive and wanting him to do it to you,

 perhaps thinking that makes you less of a man, then, no matter your preparation, you’ll be in for a

 bad time. But if you accept all the feelings involved in having anal sex, then it can be wonderful.

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MY DAD SURE KNEW HOW TO FUCK MY PUSSY HOLE

I was around sixteen when dad fucked me for the first time. I was on my bed one morning, playing with my fat, uncut cock. The twins next door had showed me how to pull my foreskin back and forth until stuff came out of my dick, and made me feel sooo...good. 

Mom was away and Dad had just showered and shaved in preparation of taking me to a ball game. When he walked in and caught me with my cock in hand, and about to let loose with a load, he said, "Go for it Bud. It feels good, I know. I do the same thing when I'm not getting any. I know how good it feels. 

To my astonishment Dad sat on my bed. He ran his finger through some of my jizz and put it in his mouth. "Ever tasted that stuff son?" I was stunned, but he continued to talk and quiz me. I told him about the twins and a janitor at school that I was told liked to suck guys cocks, and swallow their loads. 

Even more surprising dad started to remove his underwear and reached out to take my hand and put it on his fiat, cock. He asked if I had ever held another guy's cock. I told him about the twins and getting sucked by a friend of mine. "We were laying on the floor and he put his dick right in my face while he sucked on me. He pushed it to my lips and right into my mouth," I told Dad. Then he wanted to know if I had done it with the janitor? 

I confessed that once after football practice that the janitor took me into a broom closet, and he got down and sucked me until I came in his mouth. "He waits outside the shower room for me sometimes," I added. "Has anyone ever wanted to put their cock in your pussy hole," Dad asked. He told me that my asshole can be like a girls pussy, and can take a cock in it. Dad now laid totally nude next to me. His body was covered with hair and he was sweaty. He pulled me on top of him, my dick was erect as we rubbed against each other. 

Dad reached down and played with my asshole. His long finger was soon going in my hole. "Son, this has me really horny and I can see you are too. Your Dad needs to get his balls released," he said. I'll never forget that first time that he played with my asshole. I liked his long finger going in and out of my butt. We played with each other's cocks too. I almost came a few times. 

I was in another world. "Oh, yeah, Dad, That feels so good, don't stop," I whimpered. "You like that Son, does daddies finger feel good in your hot pussy hole?" I heard Dad say. "All I can think of now is getting my cock into your little pussy ass," he continued. He started getting really verbal. "You like that don't you Son. Do you want me to get it nice and wet so daddy can put his cock inside your hole?. Your so tight boy, I know you'll like your daddies cock all the way up inside your boy pussy. He spat on his fingers. 

I was beside myself with lust and the new pleasures brought on by my Dad's attention. "Daddy thinks you want to be fucked by my big cock now, don't you?" Then before I knew it, Dad had the head of that big cock inside me. I jumped, and he told me to hold still, that if I relaxed he could fuck me slow and it would start to feel good. "Daddy wants to fuck you for a long time, my cock feels so good in your tight boy pussy. I want to make my boy feel good too." 

I told dad it was uncomfortable so he pulled out and said I should maybe get his cock wetter . He pressed my face down to his throbbing hardon. "Push my foreskin back with your lips. OH, Yeah Son, be a good little cocksucker, get it all wet and ready. I want to fuck you fast and hard and fill you up with my ball juice," he was saying. "Suck daddy's cock, bite daddy's foreskin, yeah, eat your daddies cock. Now lick my balls," he instructed me. I did what daddy told me to do. I loved doing this with him. He had me stop before he almost unloaded in my mouth. 

Then he got me ready again by probing my tight hole while licking my pecker and balls, all the time telling me that one day he wanted me to put my cock in his ass. I got more excited just thinking about it. "Daddy is really hot for your boy pussy now. When he entered again it was better. "I know you like daddy's cock in there, does it feel good now. Am I making you happy?" I loved it when he talked to me that way and even more when he talked dirty. "Yeah, you like Dad's cock in your little boy pussy. I"m about to fill your ass with a big load of jizz. You like it don't you, I know you like it." Soon Dad unloaded in my ass pussy. It was incredible. I was exhausted from his fuck. 

He pulled out and went under me. He put his finger in my wet hole, then pulled it out and wiped his gooey stuff all over my dick. He took my pecker in his mouth and sucked until I let go with my ball juice, spilling in his mouth. 

Shortly after that, another time when Mom was gone, Dad came home early. Another guy was with him. They had a couple of drinks and Dad told me to come over to him. He told me take off my clothes. Dad fondled my dick until I was hard. "He likes to suck cock," he told his friend. "He's good at it too," he remarked taking his own cock out. The stranger took his out too. It was a good sized one like Dad's. The guy pushed me down and put his cock up to my mouth. Dad said for me to suck his friend like I do him. 

Dad played with my ass pussy, and got it wet and slipped his cock up inside my hole. His friend couldn't get over seeing Dad fucking his own Son. The guy was so hot, he immediately gave me his load. I swallowed it all. Then dad said, "Yeah Son, make it tight, that's it Son, make it real tight. Dad came up my asshole. The guy was still excited. Dad asked if he wanted to fuck me. He still had a big hardon and it went right in. It felt so good with Dad's jizz already in there. He fucked me for a long, long time before the stranger filled me with his second load of his man juice. 

After that, Dad would sometimes sneak in my room late at night, have me suck him and then fuck me. He said my ass pussy was what he liked best. He always whispered dirty talk in my ear. "You like your Daddy's big cock, huh? I can feel your pussy muscles are squeezing my cock." I liked it all right, and wanted it every day. "Ride Daddy's cock baby, faster boy, make Daddy fill your pussy with his hot ball juice. 

"You ready to shoot your load boy? A nice big load for Daddy? I want to eat your dick juice. Yeah, your pussy is so good!" Daddy filled my ass and then he drank my huge sperm load. 

This went on regularly until I left for college. And it still happens when I come home for Holidays. Sometimes dad has a new friend for me to meet, too!

It's just a memory....

Well, when i think about my pass.. I have lot of unforgetable memory... Some of them are sweet, while some of them are lik, ****... Well, it's just a memory tho'.  Let's forget about it...

Btw, I been coupling a few time, and having sex, of course, only 2-4 time i guess (of course with gay male).. Well, sometime i think i regret with what i have done. But i can change nothing, all i can do is just accept it and learn from it. yeah, I'm probably become very mature now... I know i can decide which is good or bad for me...

hellllll yeah, I'm going to a wrong path for being a gay, and before this i wish i can turn back. but know i realize, i'm born to be this way, So why should i change? Be my self, and who care about what the others think about me. As long as i dont practice wild sex and GAY didnt affect my study, i think it should be ok.

Well, being gay means u might use lot of your lifetime only for searching a partner... believe me... im telling u, never try so  hard to search, love will come naturally, hehehe... I still believe on that... Yes, u can find a GUY with a personality that are slightly the same with ur dream boy, but u'll never get the perfect one, plus if they are, they might be straight, which can cause a very big wound.. this is what im having now.. hahaha... So sad, why did all perfect hunk taht i meet is STRAIGHT??? I was like, HUH"??????????

TRUE LIFE AS A GAY ~~~

It's been a very long period since i didnt added or update my blog, well, i've been bz with my study now, so i dont have enough time to update this blog.

but all i want to share here is that being Gay is not a simple task... you have to going through millionns of obstacle.. People will judge you, they will critic about ours Sexual orientation, Saying harsh word to us, and might Left us alone.. But hey! For me, I just face it with all of my will. I just keep on being myself.. Hell yeah, They critic me, but times go, and they'll forget about it. never let ur pride fade, fight them, I mean not physically, but in a more educated way... U R born to be who u r, they are "nobody" to change u!

GAY IS NOT A CRIME, IT'S NORMAL, AND BE PROUD IF U ARE GAY....

GAY MARRY-ING WOMAN.. THIS IS WHAT HAPPEN..

Did She Know?


"Did your wife know you were gay when you got married?"  It's an honest question and one that I've been asked countless times in the past many years. In fact I've often found myself asking the same thing of other gay men who married women. It's not an easy question to answer and I sometimes find myself struggling to answer it. It's not a question I take lightly though and the last thing I would ever want to do is diminish the honesty and the beauty of the love that my ex-wife and I shared at the time we got married in the early days of 1980.
The answer is basically yes. My ex-wife knew that I'd been with both men and women. I told her as much on our second date. But I think both of us were just young enough, in love enough and naieve enough to believe that because we were in love the homosexual thing was behind us. It's an answer however, that opens up a whole Pandora's Box of caveats and implications.
Yes, I had been with men before I met my ex-wife. And I'd been with a few women too. In terms of a sexual response there was no question in my mind about which was stronger and more satisfying. Sex with men rocked my world and sex with women was something I had to work at. But in my mid-twenties and having denied myself any sexual experience at all until I was 21, I had enough hormones raging in me to handle whatever situation happened to present itself. It was a very confusing time though as I was trying to sort out my sexuality, my relationship to the Mormon church and my desire to be married to the woman I loved all in the same breath.
One thing was for sure - when I met my ex-wife I fell head over heels in love with her and wanted nothing more than to be married to her and have a life with her; the house with a white picket fence and the whole nine yards. It was all there. It was my fantasy. But it was also my reality considering who I was and how I'd been brought up in the church. I tried to be as honest with her as I knew how to be at the time. The fact is, I didn't really know what was going on with me. I just knew that I loved this woman and for awhile everything else pretty much seemed to take a backseat to that. True too is the fact that I had no idea two men could even have a relationship, much less enter into anything even remotely resembling a marriage. For all I knew back then, it was just about the sex.
For a long time I tried to tell myself that I was bisexual because I was having sex with both men and women and that seemed the only logical way to explain what I was experiencing. When my ex-wife and I got married I pretty much assumed that the whole homosexual thing was behind me, while not really abandoning the idea that I might be bisexual. But it wasn't very far into the marriage before I began to realize that my desires for men were getting stronger and more irresistible than ever. I tried to justify my infidelities by telling myself that because I wasn't having sex with another woman I wasn't being unfaithful to my wife. But it wasn't long before I realized what a crock that was.
The thing is, the marriage was good, our love was strong and we soon had a beautiful daughter together. I was happy with what we had and I had every reason in the world to try and make it work. But there was this gnawing issue of my desire to be with men that never, ever went away. It was always there, lurking in the shadows like some kind of a magnet to my soul. The harder I tried to resist my desires, the stronger they got.
She knew. She always knew. And once in a moment of stupidity while we were living in Italy a couple of years into our marriage, I unburdened myself of my guilt by telling her about the men I'd been with since we'd been married. It was a moment of devastation for her that she never recovered from. The trust had been broken and though we struggled for the rest of our time together to repair it, we were never able to. Sometimes things just get broken so badly that you can't fix them. I do regret hurting my ex-wife. I regret it deeply because it wasn't my intention to do so. I loved her. I just didn't know how to do without this other part of my life. It was like I was convinced that if I really worked hard enough at it I could get oil and water to mix.
But I couldn't.
So yes, she knew. But I think she thought as I did, that our love for each other cancelled out the other part of me. And it didn't. We struggled along for over ten years with lots of great adventures and the joy of raising a beautiful daughter together. But in the end we both found ourselves with no steam left to keep the relationship going. It didn't help matters either that I was definitely on my way out of the church during our time together while she was more determined than ever to be involved and faithful. Our differences truly became irreconcilable.
By the time our marriage ended I had long since stopped my extra-marital affairs, but it didn't make any difference. Every man that ever walked in front of me became a suspect. And with a never-ending parade of models, athletes and actors wandering in and out of my photography studio, the distrust became too much for both of us.
During a visit to her folks place in Nebraska I got a call from my ex-wife during which she said simply, "This isn't working for me anymore. I want out of the marriage." And that was that.
It was over.
I knew she was right. As devastated as I was by her words I also felt an enormous swell of relief come over me. I hung up the phone, picked it back up again and called a guy that I'd been shooting a few days before and asked him what he was doing that night for dinner. We ate, we talked for a long time and we made love. He was the first of my many hundreds of clients over the years that I ever had sex with. But at that point I knew that my marriage was over and I was tired of trying to fix something that was hopelessly broken. So I gave in and did what I'd been accused of doing all along. I didn't feel good about it - I just felt relief.
Yes, my ex-wife knew what was what when we married. But like me she didn't have enough pieces of the puzzle to make any sense of the life that lay before us. And when you're in love you see only the person you're in love with and everything else just seems to disappear. But who can argue with love? And who can argue with a marriage that brings a precious child into your lives? We both entered into our relationship and our marriage with as much honesty and love as any two people could ever hope for. That one of us was gay became more than we'd bargained for and more than we knew how to handle.
I've heard it argued that if the Mormon Church had better counseling available, was more realistic about the nature of homosexuality and worked more closely with young homosexual members rather than being so intent on changing them, that not so many of them would end up plunging into ill-fated marriages like they do. In a perfect world that would be the best solution and hopefully one day we'll see it happen.
That said however, I'm grateful that things worked out the way they did for me. I wouldn't trade a day of my marriage for anything. I loved my ten years of being married and the great gift of my daughter that came out of it. She made it worth every difficult moment and I hope my ex-wife could say the same thing, though I certainly can't speak for her. She was the one who carried the greatest pain during our time together and that made her experience a very different one than mine.
When I draw the bottom line and add everything up, having this beautiful daughter is the only thing that matters. And I wouldn't have her in my life today had I not married her mother some 26 years ago.  Sometimes you have to simplify the past, distill it down to its essence and look at how much good came out of a particular experience...
...and then let the rest of it go.
In all honesty though, I think it's probably wise to consider that marriages between gay men and straight women rarely last and often go through so much heartache getting to the end that you have to wonder whether it's really worth it.
Most women in these situations are left holding a mountain of pain and self-doubt: "What did I do wrong? "Why was I not good enough for him? ""What's wrong with me that he couldn't love me the way I loved him? ""I could have competed with another woman, but with another man?"
And the oft heard comment that is so hard to reconcile: "Our whole marriage has been a lie."
Every woman needs and deserves to be loved by a man who can do it fully and without reservation. Most gay men are simply not capable of giving women the satisfaction they desire when it comes to a sexual relationship. And on the other side of the coin, most gay men are never going to get from a woman the intimacy and sexual fulfillment that they most need and want.
Whatever the upsides are, and in my case there were many, the downsides are such that they can leave so many scars that it can take years to heal them, if they can ever be healed at all. There are countless instances in which men have been denied custody of their children during a divorce because the battle became ugly and the man's homosexuality was used successfully as a weapon against him. The deep anger and pain that a woman sometimes experiences in learning that she's been unwittingly married to a gay man are almost incalculable.
Some marriages end amicably as mine did with custody being shared jointly. But this isn't always the case and the devastation of losing access to one's children is a heavy burden to carry. Sometimes kids find their way back to an estranged parent, but sometimes they don't, and it's hard to imagine anything more difficult or heartbreaking.
Perhaps even more tragically, there are those gay men who have made their wives unwitting partners to disease by living out their homosexual desires clandestinely and carelessly. That's the kind of heartache that never goes away and the kind that no one should ever have to experience. How I managed to dodge that bullet I have no idea. I'm just glad I did.
There are of course, no easy answers. It's almost impossible to walk away from love as many of us know from experience. And sometimes the good really does outweigh the bad - even a failed marriage can have its silver-lining. So maybe it all boils down to a crap-shoot in the end; certainly there are those who have made non-traditional marriages work even though the odds were stacked against them.
So yes, my ex-wife and I both kind of knew what was what when we married. But what we didn't know far outweighed what we did and it was in those places of not knowing that we ultimately found our reasons for ending the marriage.
In the words of the immortal Bard:"O, how this spring of love resemblethThe uncertain glory of an April day;Which now shows all the beauty of the sun,And by and by a cloud takes all away."My experience has been that most marriages between gay men and straight women don't last. But maybe while they do there's enough good there to have made them worthwhile.