I had my first gay experience in Spain it was amazing ! Part 1 (reupload)

I’d never had any gay experiences. I’d always been straight acting, with no openly gay friends. Sure, when I was alone I’d sometimes browse online and catch myself thinking “he’s quite nice,” but that was the extent of it nothing more.

After splitting up with my girlfriend, I joined a gym and tried to get my life back on track. My sales job had strong ties to Spain, and they offered me a three month placement coaching new recruits over there. Being single, I jumped at the chance. The company even sorted an apartment with roommates for the duration.

When I arrived, there were already five people from my region: four women and one guy. I met my roommate on the first day. He was 35, I was 29. Even the straightest man in the world would admit he was seriously good looking 6ft4, muscular, tanned, and naturally charismatic.

We clicked instantly. The apartment was spacious, so we weren’t on top of each other. He loved sports, was easy going, and honestly had everything you’d want in a roommate.

After about a week of settling in, we had our second proper night together on the balcony. We stayed up late talking about life over a few beers. I learned he’d also split up with his girlfriend recently that was a big reason he’d chosen to stay in Spain longer.

When I finally went to bed, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. There was something weirdly impressive about the guy the way he carried himself, the way he listened, everything.

The weekend came after a solid first week at work. We arranged to head to the beach with our colleagues. The moment he pulled his shirt off, a little buzzed from the beers we’d brought, I felt oddly shy around him. He was tall, powerful, and could easily pick me up without effort yet there was something almost pretty about him at the same time.

That night, replaying the day in my head, I had a moment of panic. I’ve fucked up here. I couldn’t be attracted to a man. The beach had been full of unbelievably hot women, yet I’d spent most of the time looking at him.

Embarrassingly, when I was alone in my room, I started picturing him in bed with me both of us with nothing on. I couldn’t stop the thoughts no matter how hard I tried.

The weeks went on and we grew even closer. There was this weird, unspoken tension building between us. I think other people noticed it too. One Saturday night, the girls had a few drinks and started making jokes about us being gay together. They could be pretty annoying when they were drunk. One of them even said, “Just kiss and get it over with!”

I reacted defensively “What are you talking about? Shut up,” but he just laughed it off without saying a word.

That same night we ended up pretty drunk. As we walked home, he asked with a half laugh, “Did that annoy you? The girls saying we’re gay together?”

“Yeah, it did a bit,” I replied.

“Want me to be honest?” he said. “I think there’s some truth in it.”

“What, you think I’m gay or something?” I answered, confused and slightly shocked.

We were literally about to enter the apartment when he looked at me and said, “Let me kiss you.”

I told him, “You’re drunk, man. Stop being stupid.” But we both stepped closer anyway. The next thing I knew, our tongues were in each other’s mouths, his hand sliding around my waist. A surge of crazy butterflies hit me like nothing I’d ever felt before.

We kissed for about thirty seconds, and it was incredibly passionate. When we finally pulled away, we just stood there looking at each other. We were both pretty drunk.

“I guess there’s some truth in what the girls were saying,” I admitted.

“Yeah, definitely,” he replied.

We stepped inside the apartment and didn’t say another word. I knew we both wanted to head into each other’s rooms, but the moment suddenly felt awkward. So I just muttered, “Goodnight… talk tomorrow.”

“Yeah,” he said softly. “Talk tomorrow.”

I woke up the next morning, slightly hungover and immediately nervous about what had happened. I took a shower, then stepped out onto the balcony. He was already there sunbathing with his top off, his abs and pecs glowing in the sunlight.

I played it cool and talked to him like nothing had changed for a while. It was getting really hot by midday. We had two sunbeds and a corner couch with a big umbrella. “Want to get under the umbrella for some shade?” he asked. I agreed and lay down next to him.

I was still so nervous, the tension thick between us. Finally, I brought it up. “We were pretty drunk last night…”

“Yeah, we were,” he said. “We kissed, didn’t we?”

“I know we did,” I replied, laughing awkwardly. Then it went quiet again.

I knew I had to be honest. “I can’t deny it… I’m attracted to you, and it’s fucking crazy. I’ve never had feelings for another man before, but everyone can see it. It’s fine if you don’t feel the same I get it. You’re not gay. I don’t even think I’m gay, but… you’re just different.”

It all came spilling out before I could stop myself. I felt so embarrassed.

He stayed quiet for a moment, then said, “Lie closer to me.”

I did. He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me in. We started kissing again deep, full tongue kisses that lasted about two minutes.

When we finally stopped, I blurted out, “Fuck… you’re so attractive.”

“So are you,” he replied.

I realised I was subconsciously rubbing his abs while looking at him. “Are you bi then?” I asked.

“I’ve never done anything with a man before,” he said, “but I have been attracted to them in the past. I’m attracted to you.” He paused, then added with a smile, “I’ll be honest I think you have a really nice ass in those shorts… and a pretty face.”

I replied shyly, “I think you have a nice everything. Wouldn’t mind seeing more… I can’t believe I’m saying that to another man, but I mean it.”

He smiled. “I used to sunbathe naked when I didn’t have a roommate.”

“Fuck,” I muttered. I was already getting hard in my shorts.

I kept rubbing his abs, my hand slowly drifting nervously toward his waistband, but I was too shy to go any further.

“If I take these off,” he said, “it’s only fair you get naked too.”

I was really nervous about it. I’m around 5ft7 with a skinny waist, thick thighs and a big ass from the gym and sports I played. My dick isn’t the biggest about 5 inches but it’s a nice looking one, nothing ugly or weird.

Reluctantly, I agreed. What made it even more embarrassing was that I was already fully hard. I stood up and slipped my shorts off, standing completely naked on that Spanish balcony in front of another man. I covered myself a little out of shyness. Luckily the balcony was private no neighbours could see us.

“Fuck,” he said, staring. “Your body is amazing. Seriously.”

“Shut up,” I muttered, embarrassed, and quickly lay back down on my front so he could only see me from behind.

He lifted himself up, swung around to the other side of the couch, and pulled his own shorts off. The first thing I saw was his big, juicy, muscular ass. Then he turned back around and revealed the most unbelievable cock I’d ever seen about 8.5 inches, thick, with a perfect shiny head. It slapped heavily against his abs as he lay back down. My own dick twitched beneath me just from looking at him.

“Wow… you are perfect,” I breathed. “Your cock is so big. You’re unbelievable.” I was completely mesmerised.

I moved closer again, both of us now lying on our sides facing each other. He ran his hand slowly down the side of my body and over my ass. I did the same to him, feeling the firm muscle under my palm. His pubes were neatly trimmed and dark even that was strangely attractive. Our feet touched and rubbed together gently.

The butterflies in my stomach were going wild. I slid my hand down his abs, my fingers trembling a little, and slowly wrapped them around his cock. It felt incredible so thick and heavy in my hand, stiff and warm, the skin smooth and velvety soft over the rock hard shaft. The head was full and perfectly shaped, already glistening slightly. Just holding it sent a rush through me I’d never experienced before. It was intimidating yet addictive.

“Fuck,” I said out loud.

He let out a low moan at my touch. I held it for a moment, just looking at it mesmerised then started stroking him gently. I don’t know what came over me. It was like I was hypnotised by this naked Greek god lying next to me.

“I love the way you’re so much bigger than me in every way,” I whispered.

He moaned again, his voice husky. “Fuck… you’re so hot.”

He reached over and wrapped his big hand around my cock. The moment he gripped it, my toes curled hard. We stroked each other slowly, the taboo of doing this with another man hitting me like nothing ever had. I’d never felt hornier in my life my legs were literally shaking with arousal.

I wanted more. I wanted to please him. In a desperate voice I barely recognised as my own, I whispered, “Let me suck your cock.”

He nodded, biting his lip. I moved between his legs on the couch, held his thick shaft in my hand, and looked up at him. “I can’t believe I’m doing this… please don’t tell anyone that I sucked your dick.”

“I definitely won’t,” he replied, voice low.

I lowered my head and took him into my mouth. It felt surreal his cock was so big that my lips stretched around the thick head, the warm, smooth skin gliding over my tongue. He tasted clean and slightly salty, masculine in a way that made my head spin. The sheer size of him filled my mouth completely, pressing against the back of my throat as I bobbed down, slobbering and sucking with inexperienced but eager strokes. The best part was the power I felt: this 6ft4 massive man was squirming and moaning under me, completely at the mercy of my mouth. Every time I took him deeper, his hips twitched and his moans grew louder. It was intoxicating.

After about thirty seconds I could feel him throbbing, right on the edge. I pulled my head back, gave him one or two firm strokes, and his cock exploded thick ropes of cum shooting all over his chest and abs. He lay there on his back, breathing heavily for a few minutes.

Still rock hard and desperate, I lay down next to him. He suddenly grabbed me and pulled me on top so we were face to face, sort of cuddling. I could feel his warm cum smearing between our bodies. My cock was pressed hard against his abs. “I’m gonna cum,” I gasped.

“Just do it,” he said.

Without touching myself, the orgasm surged through me. I came hard all over his stomach while lying on top of him. We stayed like that for a while, quiet and breathing together, until we finally got up to clean ourselves off.