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freddyfjjackson
My first time is hard to classify. I am not sure what one considers the first time. When it comes to sex, everyone does a lot of things for the first time. The first guy that I ever jerked off with was also the first guy I had an oral experience with. We were teenagers for both experiences and looking back, I don’t think it was his first time doing either.
It started off the same way that a lot of these experiences do - we were paging through the latest issues of Playboy and Penthouse that we had managed to swipe. We also had a copy of Playgirl. This was 1984 so we did not have the Internet, and back then any porn was a step up from nothing.
One of the stories in Playgirl was about how a girl enjoyed giving a guy a blowjob. Well, being horny teenagers, we both agreed that getting a blowjob must be awesome. Then my buddy suggested that we could blow each other. I was scared out of my mind. I had always wanted to do that. My fantasy, however, was giving one instead of getting one. My buddy was definitely the type of guy I wanted to mess around with, too. After thinking it through, along with a lot of coaxing from my buddy, we ended up buck naked in his bed blowing each other.
After a while, we stopped with the oral action and started doing a "rub against each other" thing. I was on my back, and he put my legs up and we rubbed our cocks against each other. This sent me over the edge in about thirty seconds. I shot a huge load! He scooped some up for lube and finished himself off, too.
That was the beginning of several incidents we used to break the sexual tension of growing up. Girls? Who needed them? Definitely not us. Were we gay? We did not think of it that way. We were just two guys who liked and needed to get off a lot. No emotional attachment that girls have to have.
Where are we now? He’s married with two kids. Me? I’ve never been married. Gay? I suppose I am. But I have never had as much fun with anyone as I did with him. I think about it often, and it still turns me on. Other guys come and go - figuratively and literally – but that first time is burned into my memory forever.
It started off the same way that a lot of these experiences do - we were paging through the latest issues of Playboy and Penthouse that we had managed to swipe. We also had a copy of Playgirl. This was 1984 so we did not have the Internet, and back then any porn was a step up from nothing.
One of the stories in Playgirl was about how a girl enjoyed giving a guy a blowjob. Well, being horny teenagers, we both agreed that getting a blowjob must be awesome. Then my buddy suggested that we could blow each other. I was scared out of my mind. I had always wanted to do that. My fantasy, however, was giving one instead of getting one. My buddy was definitely the type of guy I wanted to mess around with, too. After thinking it through, along with a lot of coaxing from my buddy, we ended up buck naked in his bed blowing each other.
After a while, we stopped with the oral action and started doing a "rub against each other" thing. I was on my back, and he put my legs up and we rubbed our cocks against each other. This sent me over the edge in about thirty seconds. I shot a huge load! He scooped some up for lube and finished himself off, too.
That was the beginning of several incidents we used to break the sexual tension of growing up. Girls? Who needed them? Definitely not us. Were we gay? We did not think of it that way. We were just two guys who liked and needed to get off a lot. No emotional attachment that girls have to have.
Where are we now? He’s married with two kids. Me? I’ve never been married. Gay? I suppose I am. But I have never had as much fun with anyone as I did with him. I think about it often, and it still turns me on. Other guys come and go - figuratively and literally – but that first time is burned into my memory forever.
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Reminds me very much of my times with my best buddy during the same years. Oh the memories help at times to release my inner pleasures. ;)
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