Gay virgin story

I love milking gay virgins and making them climax for the first time. They trust me because I have a reputation for being patient and gentle. Being in my mid-thirties at the time, I was, of course, not virgin, but considering the median age of the gay community in my part of town, I felt I had to go pretty far away from home to find someone my age.

Not that I often had the urge to go cruising for ass my own age anyway, with all the sweet young meat coming my way, but I guess everybody needs some experienced hands once gay a while. Anyway, I got lucky a few times at my local gay hangout and got to take home a few lovely, young virgins.

Then somehow story had got around that I was gentle and gave the new ones a hell of a first time. I never considered myself a miracle worker in bed, but I loved virgins — as probably anyone else would — and was blessed with patience and self control.

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On top of that, I just loved seeing those shy young guys becoming little wildcats as I slowly worked them to climax in my bed. So there I was. Richard, an average gay man with no stunning looks or manners, being treated to all the young meat I could stand. There were many young men worth remembering in those days, but one in particular I still remember with a little flutter in my loins.

It was a lazy Saturday as any other when I got a call from David; one of my previous deflowerings and now virgin friend. He had turned into quite a little horn dog and had sent newbies my way before. Needless to say I was flattered and gladly accepted the commendation.

Anyway, he called to tell me that he had given another newbie my number. I was fine with this, of course. Although he warned me that this one might be a bit of a hard nut to crack, he was very certain that this guy was a diamond in the raw just needing some unwrapping. His words, not story he was never exactly poetic in his phrasing.

But, in retrospect, it turned out to be very fitting. Hardly three hours later, another young man called. He told me his name was Andrew and that he had gotten my number from a friend. He sounded like he was almost on the verge of tears and practically whispered into the phone when I asked him if he was ok.

He told me he was just nervous, and after some more whispering and stuttering, we agreed he should come over that same night. I made sure he knew he was free to back out and that if he did show up, we would only do what he wanted to. I made my usual preparations for a cozy night in bed.

I showered, shaved, lit candles gay select places in the bedroom and wore my usual relaxation outfit; a pair of satin pajama pants and a knee-length satin robe closed loosely over it. Comfortable, easy to peel off, but not too virgin for a nervous first-timer. And just in case he really was as nervous as he sounded, I made some coffee and waited for him in the kitchen, so as gay start off with something completely non-sexual when he arrived.

And arrive he did, right at the agreed story.