A personal story of my first sexual experience with a guy.
Let me set the scene: my cousin and I grew up on the same street, his house just a few doors down from mine. Our days blurred into each other, backyard adventures, shared afternoons, the kind of closeness that comes from being raised in each other’s orbit. I was two years older, which meant I stepped into adolescence first and with it came the rush of hormones I wasn’t prepared for. I discovered pornography in those restless, curious years, just as the internet was still a limited, after-hours luxury in our homes accessible only at certain times…
I’d already started masturbating, and so had he. We’d mentioned it to each other once or twice, but never really talked about it. Then one afternoon changed things.
We were at his house. His parents were out his dad drove a taxi, and his mom was a hairdresser. It was around 2 PM, and we were just messing around on the web. I was the one who suggested we look up porn. So we did.
Video after video, picture after picture. We both got more and more turned on. We started joking about doing those things to girls we knew, just fantasizing out loud. Then I asked him if he ever watched guys in porn. I wasn’t into that myself, but something about looking at him his chubby build, the way he was sitting there made me feel things. I don’t know if it was the porn, or just all those hormones exploding at once. But I couldn’t stop thinking about him in that moment.
He kind of brushed off the question and went back to watching videos, so I acted like I never asked. He probably thought it was weird.
After clicking through a bunch, we settled on one with a guy and girl doing it missionary. The guy was in his mid-50s and pretty fat himself. We were both really into it, messing with ourselves through our pants.
I got tired of keeping my hand stuffed down there, so I just pulled it out – all ten centimeters of my boyhood glory. He glanced over and asked if we should be doing this. I said yeah, I thought it was fine. So he slid his pants down too. He was a lot smaller, maybe half my size, and chubby, but completely bare down there no hair at all. He was uncut, while I was circumcised.
We kept talking while the video played in the background. I noticed he was getting more turned on. Neither of us had used spit yet, so I took a chance. I told him to close his eyes and just listen to the story I was making up, with the porn sounds playing along. He did.
I went for it. I reached over, put my hand on his little dick, and spat on it. He twitched but didn’t pull away. He felt my hand and asked if this was okay. I told him it was, and asked if it was okay for him too. He nodded and smiled.
kept asking him questions – how does it feel, do you like it – and every answer made me wetter, made me want his cock in my mouth even more. Mid-question, I just went for it. Took him in without thinking. He tried to push me back, but after a second, his hands stopped pushing. They just rested there.
I teased his tip with my tongue, slow circles, and he squirmed under me. I loved the smell of him, the way he was scared and turned on all at once. While I sucked him, I reached down and touched his balls, then his ass. He made a noise, shifted like he might stop me. But he didn’t. Not the second time. Not the third.
Even though I was older, I loved making him squirm – loved watching him fall apart under my mouth. I kept going until he warned me he had to pee. I told him it was fine, I knew what was coming, but he wasn’t comfortable, so I stopped. Told him to get on the bed. He did.
He was still squirming, still uneasy, but not enough to pull my hand away when I led it back to his dick. I tried to position myself over him, but he was too short—just the tip could push in, nothing more. He tried spitting, but it didn’t help. Just grinding against me, wet and clumsy.
I took his hand, put it on my dick, told him to rub. Showed him how, spat on it myself. He didn’t like the sticky feel, made a face. I told him it was normal.
He kept grinding, kept rubbing, until he warned me again – I’m gonna pee. I said it’s okay. Then I felt it: hot, thin, spilling down my ass crack. I spread myself open, and right then, with each clumsy thrust against me, I came too. Him spilling, me shaking -both of us a mess, neither of us knowing what we were doing, but feeling every second of it. After that it became a regular thing.
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