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Let's open the dialog on first sexual experiences with someone else, and your first love, if they aren't the same. If Timmy finds any posts in this topic inappropriate he should feel free to delete them or ask the poster to modify them. Or do it himself.
I'd like to hear about your first sexual experience with another person and/or your first requited (returned, fulfilled, consummated) love. Or your first love that was one-sided and unfulfilled and secret. No smut, no details on the activity, just your age and the age of the other, and how it came to be.
Take my post as an example. I'll make it a four part post, as you will see why.
My first experience with someone else was with a girl at a lake over the summer when I was twelve. She was at least sixteen, and caught me didling myself behind the beachfront store where I thought no one ever went. Id' found a porn mag earlier and was looking through it with my hand down my pants. She then proceeded to teach me quite a bit about her body and my own using our hands, and then performed oral on me. It was less than an hour. I never saw her again and we didn't tell each other our names. It was something that today would get the girl arrested for indecent activity and/or sexual molestation.
My second experience was with a boy at summer camp the next summer. I was thirteen, and deep in puberty. He was probably sixteen, at least. I was in the woods away from the camp grounds where we were told not to go, and I ended up catching two boys from the nearby upscale academy doing what boys do, right there next to each other. The smaller and likely younger one helped the older one out orally, and I watched, and got caught. I was forced to service the bigger boy orally. It was a situation nearly anyone would call being raped or molested. It was frightening, but I liked it too. The fact that I liked it scared the hell out of me even more. It was the real catalyst that began my fight with being gay.
The third time was also at that camp, and happened just a couple days later. It was the first time I did something consensual with someone. I was acting oddly I guess, and the guy I was becoming friends with could tell something was up. We had a project that required we spend a night watching stars and tracking them over a period of time, recording their coordinates (ascension and declination etc). When we finished, we crawled into the tent and ended up talking, and he got me to tell him what had happened. I was crying some, and he put his arm over me, and told me it was going to be okay. I told him I thought I was going to be gay because I didn't hate what happened and wished it had been without being forced. He told me he'd done stuff like that with friends before, and we ended up together in the sleeping bag all night, and every night after that until I left the camp less than a week later. We did everything we could with hands and mouths. I wondered if I was falling in love with him but I didn't think so. It was sex and friendship and support. He was from Germany but had been in the USA for a couple of years. I never heard from him again as I forgot to get his phone number or address. I wondered a lot if he ever thought about asking me for mine.
It further fueled my struggle with becoming a homosexual. My parents were very against such things. I had a cousin who was ostracized by them for it to the point they avoided any family functions (including holidays) at the homes of that side of the family. I couldn't be gay, my parents always told me that it was one of the worst things a person could be. They'd rather have a liar and a crook for a son rather than a homosexual.
My first real boyfriend came along at fourteen, after my first year of high school. (grade 9) He was from Georgia and visiting relatives for a couple of weeks during the summer. He was sixteen.
I was walking my bike through the grass and trees of a park on the way home from the corner store when I saw him on the swing set, sort of swinging but not, all alone. It was like your first glimpse of an angel. His bright strawberry-blond hair glowed in the sunlight, and his green eyes were so penetrating, even from across the twenty feet or so that separated us, that I felt like he was staring into my soul. He looked like he was going to call me a bad name, then suddenly he looked like he was an old friend who hadn't seen me in years and had missed me. I can't explain it better than that. I stopped in my tracks. I had to see him up close. I angled closer and started walking, and I kept glancing at him, and he was glancing at me. I had to talk to him. I stopped near him, but far enough I could get away if I wanted to. I said hi. He smiled and said hi back. I don't remember what we said next, I just remember asking him after a bit if he wanted to get something to drink. And his smile when he nodded yes. And walking back to the store, but with him next to me this time. And I remember how I felt like I could tell him anything, and I wanted to tell him everything, and I wanted to know everything about him. Everything!
We bumped into the neighborhood bully at the gas station/convenience store. He hated my guts, and I hated his. He called me a fag, and asked if I had a new boyfriend. I was so angry he was ruining things, and at his wording, and being called a fag in front of this incredible guy, that I told him to go fuck himself, and I said something else I can't remember, because I just hated he was ruining such an incredible time with this incredible guy I'd just met and was becoming friends with. He chased us out of the store. We hid behind a dumpster around the corner, in a small cubby, and waited. I don't think he followed us out of the store. We were so close to each other, our sides and legs touching in the close space, breathing hard, and we kept giggling. We ended up kissing. I don't know if I leaned toward him or he leaned toward me, or what, but suddenly our lips were touching and I felt like everything was different, better, more wonderful than ever. And I was getting aroused like never before. And I couldn't breathe, was sweating, shaking, and worried I would throw up in his mouth.
He asked if anyone was at my house. I said no, my parents wouldn't be home from work until almost six. We pretty much ran to my house. You can guess the rest.
He was the first boy I ever really kissed, and we kissed a lot. And hugged a lot. We slept in each other's arms. I felt things for him I never knew a person could feel. We told each other we loved each other. It was another short thing, like the guy at camp, but far more emotional and involved. We did everything together in bed. I swear I could feel his eyes when he looked at me. Everything about him was perfection. I never let him come to my house when my parents were home, ever, not once. I told him my parents were strict about visitors and I couldn't have someone over they didn't know, and other lies. I just couldn't stand the thought of him meeting my parents. I was terrified they would tell he was gay somehow, and that we were gay, and that I was gay. We were together at my house during the days, and I stayed over with him at his aunt's house every night, telling my parents I was staying over at various friends' houses. I got my friends, the few I had, to agree to say I had been there but left to go somewhere if my parents called. I called several times a day to cover my tracks. I hated to lie to my parents, but I was so wrapped up in how he made me feel that I had to be with him. It was probably the first big lies I'd ever told my parents.
[Updated on: Sat, 16 January 2016 06:10]
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First times, first loves.
By: Smokr on Sat, 16 January 2016 06:02 |
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