First Time Jamming

My first gay experience happened totally unexpectedly and in the most unlikely of places. 

For one thing it happened in Jamaica. 

Yes, that hot fest of gay exuberance hidden under the fake supercharged homophobia.

I was a teen at the time (early 1990s) and a family friend - Ivan - was leaving for the UK.

So we all jumped into Ivan's dad transit van heading to the airport in Kingston to see him check in and wave our goodybyes.

Ivan was in his late 20s.

Now let just insert that I was one of those loudmouth homophobiacs at the time. But shy and retiring in equal measures 

At the airport I was trying to find the public toilets and Ivan tagged along.

When Ivan and I were in the toilet he told me to kissed him. I did without thinking. 

I didn't pushed back as I was surprised at this move and I was hard as an unripe mango.

The kiss was full on. Tongues locking and playing fencing. My first ever kiss.

Thereafter Ivan ordered me to take out my cock and he was complimentary on its size.

Silence was my reaction.

Next minute Ivan took his cock out and was swashbuckling his against mine.

It felt, well exciting from my standpoint.

He came and cleaned up and Ivan told me to swear never to mention this to anyone. 

Which I did.

Off he went to London, England.

I went back to my then teen public fake homophobic stance

Until the next gay experience happened even closer to home and that sexcapade  lasted 2 decades.

A Batty Man was born!