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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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tim
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Location: UK, West of London in Ber...
Registered: February 2002
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I think I was 9. A neighbour (7) and I examined each other. Cheeks apart, looking, but not touching, both very erect, neither knowing it was sexual, both knowing it was naughty. Another lad, maybe 8 or 9 decided to look but not disroibe. he tried to put a finger in me. It was cold, so I flinched. He refused to try again, dammit!
First orgasm was solo! Unspectacular for anyone but me! Dry firing, and I wonmdered if "that was it", so asked at school the next day. We were 11. None of us knew, and no-one could get past that pulsing feeling to tell us more. ~giggles~
First love? Heck, you all know about that. 13 years and 6 weeks old. And he was 14. And pretty, and my friend. Or so I thought, Ah well.
First sex? Real sex? Well a girl was in love with me. We fucked in public at a party. I proved to the world I was str8, and probably broke her heart. Sorry Celia. Neither of us seemed to enjoy it. I got no orgasm from it. Nor did she.
First orgasm with/by another? Another girl. Odd girl, neurotic, and erotic. I think I was 23. Outdoors, midnight, summer stars on the grass in front of the yacht club. We both managed (yes "managed") orgasms. manually. It was neither true love nor really sex.
By the way I also FAKED orgasms with her. She was not a good lover, although she was enthusiastic.
Loads of fumbling before that with girls at parties, but nothing that remotely interested me. I was justbeing conventional.
Not hugely exciting, is it?
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the scholar
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Location: England
Registered: August 2002
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I was about seven, I think. A small group of boys in the back yard of the street on which I lived - in the outside toilet. We took our pants down to look at each other - not terribly exciting, but daring. I remember feeling guilty when I heard my Dad calling me home and thought he would realise I had done something naughty. He didn't, I presume, as henever mentioned it.
First love - Julie - from infants. We held hands!
First real love - a beautiful young girl at school - went off with my so called best mate.
First true love - another beautiful young girl from school. We went to a party at a mutual friends house aged 15 - had sex and she got pregnant. Presented me with a beautiful son 2 months aftre I turned 16. I cried for ever when we parted.
Only love - my best friend and the inspiration for my "Paul and Simon" stories - we've been together for nearly 20 years and I have never been happier.
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AdamAnt
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Registered: January 1970
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Started at age 5 with a group of 5 friends (boys) from school. We used to take turns at lunch with each other going into the toilet cubicles. we would pull our pants down and rub our willies together.
by age 7-8 it move onto oral and it has been continuing with one guy josh from age 5 up till the present..LOL. last time we did anything was last month =).
but we are growing apart, he is getting uglier as he gets older...he is an old man at age 17...LOL
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trevor
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Registered: November 2002
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First, Happy Birthday to Warren - when is/was it?
Okay, this is probably MORE than you want to know, and not very exciting, but somehow seems important. I seem to have been most prolific in my early years and slowed down since, and never really very self-aware, I suppose. I'm 39 now.
I have some memories of childhood, mostly around 3rd grade, which would put me at 8-9 years old, but not really sure in what order they occurred:
- Created a "playboy" club and invited friends (boys) over to look at girlie magazines I'd found. I remember friends with pants off in the clubhouse, but don't recall if there was any "manipulation" going on or just sort of a nudist thing. The meetings only convened a few times and ended when I invited the "wrong kid" to join, who told a teacher, to whom I lied that no such thing was occurring. I remember the kid's name and the teacher vividly.
- A friend told me he'd had sex with an older female cousin and explained how it was done. I don't know if this was true, but immediately decided that we could probably do likewise with the parts the two of us boys had at hand, which we attempted, unsuccessfully. I don't recall the details, probabably not even any erections, but I was proud of my resourcefulness!
- I was caught lying on top of the neighbor girl, both completely nude and attempting sex on the rug in my bedroom. Don't think it worked, but then we were interrupted.
- I recall wearing a limp feather pillow as if it was diapers, sort of, and enjoying shuffling it around, not seeming to care if my brother or friends were about. Since my folks were quite immodest, nudity wasn't really a problem at home and everyone including myself seemed clueless that I was getting my rocks off in a minor way.
In high school, I had two best friends, Scott and Laura. I remember thinking, in those years, that what I wanted more than anything else was someone to snuggle at night to feel secure and loved, more than I wanted sex. I was mostly platonic with Laura and she was much more a friend than a lover. Scott I attempted to snuggle a few times when we camped out, but he didn’t seem very receptive.  There were a few more romantic girlfriends in high school - one was attractive enough but somehow I didn’t want what she was offering and the other I eventually became disgusted with - it was just lust and it soon repulsed me, for some reason. In retrospect, it seems like I spent almost every available private moment of my teen years masterbating, since about 14, I think. Who knows, I may stop yet!
In freshman year of college, I think I fell in love with my wife. After dating about a week, I gave her my virginity, and we’ve been together faithfully since. I somehow ignored my attraction to several guys throughout my life - somehow didn’t take it seriously, I guess. I’m still debating if it was truly “in love” or “in lust” but since I love her now, I suppose it doesn’t matter.
Part of me feels like I’ve missed so much and am compromising by carrying on with the promises and choices I’ve made, but mostly I feel that I have so much to lose, as does my family, if I don’t “stay the course.”
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warren c. e. austin
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Location: Toronto, Ontario, CANADA
Registered: February 2003
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1950.08.26 00:19 GMT -10
In-flight birth aboard inbound China Airways aircraft Shanghai to Vancouver of American Father, British Mother, although both born in Canada.
Mother returning to Canada to give birth (to me), and sort of missed it by about two hours, consequently I wound up with Amnerican (my Father), British (my Mother, absent from Canada when Balfour Declaration enacted by Dominion of Canadian Parliament granting Canadian citizenship to all residents July 1, 1947), and Chinese (People's Republic of China - they owned the aircraft) citizenship.
Canadian citizensip subsequently granted 1952, when mother's was affirmed and I was declared a Canadian national born abroad. Father never relinquished his American citizenship, notwithstanding his never having resided there at ant time in his life-time.
We, my lover and I, created quite a stir, when in 1976, after attending the Osaka World's Fair (he had created a number of the art-panels depicting segments of Canada's history in our pavilion, and the reason we were there), we disembarked a JAL flight from Tokyio to Beijing, and proffered my brand new 'brown' Chinese passport; they had evidentally never seen a fair-skinned, blue-eyed, blond-haired Chinamen before.
Took hours to sort that one out. We experienced lots of hassels over my lover being an American, with no visa - the American Consulate in Hong Kong being real sh*ts over the whole affaire - but as he had no intention of ever returning state-side to live permanently he didn't care - neither did the Chinese once they got over the shock. It was certainly weird staying in my parent's home in Shanghai, a building that had not been occupied, by anyone other than the Compradore, his wife and family, in 26-years, but we ended up having a marvellous time, spending three weeks touring the near interior and pacific coast. Next stop was Hong Kong, this time on my British passport, where they couldn't understand how we got into China in the first place, and why we were not being escorted out. We never enlightened them.
So much for the story of my birth and other tales.
Warren C. E. Austin
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Location: currently So Cal
Registered: May 2002
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I can remember playing "show and tell" with my two female cousins under a large bush in the front yard of my grandmother's house. We couldn't have been more than about five or six years old. The three of us pulled down our pants and let each other get a really good look. We kept our hands to ourselves though.
I never really thought of this as a sexual experience because I had no idea what I was doing. I did know it was naughty, though. The summer between first and second grade my next door neighbor and best friend hid in the garage. We pulled down our pants and played with and even kissed and licked each other's wieners. My mother caught us. I think I got the worst whipping of my life. Certainly the only one that ever qualified as child abuse. She took a jump rope and proceeded to leave stripes (huge welts actually) from my waist to my knees. I completely blocked out this incident until I was a few years into adulthood. My mother mentioned it and suddenly it all came back to me. In retrospect, I think the trauma this caused my have been the biggest reason I was always afraid to come out to her or anyone.
During my early to mid adolesence, I had a jack off partner who was my best friend. We never touched each other (though I wanted to) only ourselves. He was the first person I ever came out to. It nearly cost me our friendship. But he finally decided he could handle it. It wasn't my being gay that freaked him out, it was my being in love with him. If you've read Into the Lion's Den, the relationship between Joey and Van in Joey's story is based on my relationship with my my friend. The outcome was quite different of course. I didn't try to kill myself and we remained friends, though not lovers.
I lost my virginity the weekend I turned 18. There was a girl named Lori who was visiting her cousin that lived down the street from me. I had met her several times over the summer and she always flirted with me. I really wasn't interested. I had a big birthday party and invited several friends over for a cookout. Afterwards, two of my male friends and I intended to camp out in the woods behind our house. We were drinking and playing cards when Lori, her cousin, and another neighbor girl showed up. Lori got me to take a walk with her and when we were safely alone, she threw herself at me. I was drunk enough to let her do whatever she wanted, and she wanted to do plenty.
That incident made me realize that I wasn't entirely gay. In fact I decided that I must be straight and proceeded to find myself a steady girlfriend for my senior year in high school, then to date a few women in college. It was in college that I again realized I wasn't entirely straight either.
I don't really think I was in love with any of those people, lust perhaps, but not love. Love came later.
Again it was a good friend. He was late twenties, I was early thirties. I'd known him for about five or six years. I knew he'd had sex with a lot of women, but something about him lead me to believe that maybe he liked guys too. He didn't. We were living about 500 miles apart as he had decided to return to college. I used to go visit on weekends once every month or two. he only said he wasn't "that way" when he turned me down, but he stopped inviting me up for the weekend, then he moved and didn't give me his new address or phone. Thoughts of him dominated my fantasy life for the next few years, until I met my wife. Now he isn't much more than a distant memory. But I still think that he was my first true love.
Think good thoughts,
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But unfortunately, my first was a relative. (he was of similar age) and a promise is a promise.
Maybe sometime I will write the story under a pen name. But for now, you know who I am.
Was quite a fun affair though (2 years)
Kevin
"Be excellent to each other, and, party on dudes"!
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