First gay experience story

That’s was when G put his hand under my pants and began to jerk me off. The vibe there quickly grew on me, though — and pretty soon my group of friends really clicked with another group. This is the story of my first time and, as many first times on anything, it didn’t´t go well because of my inexperience.

One of them left with my best friend, and they ended up going out for three years. The urge to linger, to nestle into the embrace of that bar where every gaze mirrored my own, was irresistible. We would make the guy kneel.

The bar became a cocoon, a haven from which I never wanted to emerge. Author, writer and blogger Hugh W. Roberts shares a true story of a day his life was changed forever. We had our own bro code. To find out what the experience means to people across Europe, we spoke to queer people from different countries and asked them to describe what their first visit to a gay club was like.

So I sprinted off to the toiled to clean up. Sometimes, we would push the victim into the locker room.

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We would all pull down our pants. I was 17 and hanging out with two friends when another mate suggested we meet him at Station des Artistes, a gay bar in my home city of Pau, in the southwest of France. It was as if I had stumbled upon an oasis of belonging, a place where, for the first time, I was unafraid to be seen.

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I went from coming in and feeling like I was doing something wrong, to having a great night with new friends. Only when I turned out 17, I first entered a gay club in Zaporizhzhia, Ukraine. Many say they knew they were gay their whole lives, not my case.

I guess that night feels so special, even now, because of how quickly and radically my outlook changed. Someone timed 3 minutes. So I decided, mainly out of curiosity, that it was time to try it out. After I was 25, I did not visit gay bars anymore.

Born and nurtured in the sombre confines of Warsaw, where my very essence was condemned, the shift to a world so unshackled felt like a dream woven in colours too vivid for my eyes. Close the door. Oh man… it was a total shocker. This means I had only 2 ways to get close to a guy: let others abuse me or abuse someone else myself.

Now this being my first sexual experience, at all, I didn’t last long and came almost instantaneously. But most people there were in their thirties and forties, and seemed fairly comfortable. Often, your local gay bar or club is the only public place you can party or cruise as a queer person without the fear of being judged or threatened for simply being yourself.

The kinship, the shared identity, it was all I had yearned for, a refuge where my true self could breathe. Almost as soon as I walked in, I felt intimidated and embarrassed — almost guilty. Did that transform my life? Now, with the passage of time, the allure of gay bars has faded.

Turn off the lights.