warren c. e. austin
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Location: Toronto, Ontario, CANADA
Registered: February 2003
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I've gone back, I don't know how many pages in this Forum, and not seen anything resembling this topic.
Being that a great number of the Stories featured through this site deal with youth embroiled in affaires of the heart and mind, and have them dabbling in various carnal enterprises, I thought it would be only fitting if we all shared a memory, or two, of those special very first-time experiences. If nothing else it might help those younger members of this board to understand their own attitudes and behaviour in this regard, if we were to share our own experiences in this manner.
Our current age?
Age at which we first dabbled with exploring our own bodies, why, and whether we achieved any degree of satisfaction from it?
Age we experienced out first shared sexual experience, with whom (either male or female), what prompted this circumstance, and whether again it was enjoyable or not?
Age well fell in love for the very first-time, and whether it was with a male or female?
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I'll begin:
Age: 51 (well for a least a few more days or so anywhay)
First Dabble: Thinking back on it I must have age 7 or 8 when I first started to play with myself in any ordered fashion; a boy, a year or so older that I used to chum around with told me all about it; I certainly derived some pleasure from or I wouldn't have kept going back for more.
First shared: I at age 9, maybe 10 (although I had started to shave just before turning 12) so it could not have been any later as I know I in memory that I have no sense of any beard at the time; this event occurred in the basement locker-room of the apartment building where my Grand-parents lived, and who I visited annually each summer until my Grand-mother died and Gramps moved into my parents home. Same boy who lived in the building all year-round. Looking back, I was the consumate slut - there was no half-way measures, or baby-steps taken in this adventure; I knew then that I was Gay (although we never called it that then) and I wanted whatever this boy wanted from me; he got it too; in spades; all of it. What's even odder still about this memory, is that I can remember his last-name, but not his first, and I have have near perfect recall of all his luscious features, right down the mole on his left buttock; sort of ironic somehow. He was born to be a lover, and he knew it. This adventure which was repeated with him as often as circumstances would allow put me firmly on the path which I have followed ever since; a path journeyed with no regrets whatsoever.
First love: Male - my one and only lover at late age-16, a month or so away from 17th birthday, he 15 just turning 16; at Expo'67, the World's Fair in Montreal, Canada, and his instigation; I never really stood a chance, and probably why I so closely identify with Chris and Nigel. Female - age 24; forfeited in favour of my lover, with whom I had at that time been involved some 7-years. I became involved with this 'Lady' (and this truly is what she was - very special and I adored her) because although I was unmitigastingly faithful to my lover regarding anything male, I was simply a tramp otherwise. He knew this and tolerated my behaviour so long as I never entered our home, and our bed smelling of sex, and especially wanton sex with anyone other than himself. She was not the first, nor the last during my time with my lover, but certainly the only one I would have ever wanted to have fathered children with; had I done so, I would have abandoned my preferred lifestyle in its' entirely, and never returned to it; that was not the issue, but rather that I had already invested nearly 7-years with a man who had never known anyone else sexually, nor would ever likely do so, such was his love of me, and if the truth be told, the love I had for him.
Warren C. E. Austin
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