I’m pretty bored right now so here’s another post. I’m also a little sad, but it has nothing to do with anything I’m about to write. Plus if I told you guys why I’m sad you’d probably laugh and call me dumb. So I’ll keep it to myself. I guess this is bye x!.
But yea, I have this weird fascination with sex. Its always been present in my life and sometime it was my sole driving force. At 7 I can remember going into my cousin’s room with another boy that my grandmother babysat. I don’t think we knew what we were doing, but it was fun. We just use to grind and dry hump and even then, I was the bottom.
At age 8 I watched my first porno. It was me, my older brother, and his friend. It was weird sitting there watching this lady get fucked. The guy’s dick was huge and some of the things they did were just crazy. I couldn’t watch the whole thing. Half way through I started getting sick. Start smelling something and my stomach began hurting. I don’t know why, but I did. I left out the room and I felt better. That was my first and last time watching a porno for a long time, but I always searched for that movie, but I still haven’t found it to this day.
At 9 I remember having two “situations” with guys. One was at summer camp. We had just gotten back from swimming so we only had on trunks. Somehow this guy dared me to lick his nipple, and being one to never back down from a double dog dare, I said okay. We went into the bathroom, got in the handicap stall, and I did more than just lick a nipple. I still don’t know if we knew what was going on, but that didn’t stop us. We stayed in there for a good twenty minutes, and never spoke to each other again.
Later that year I remember being at home alone with my cousin, and that same friend that I watched my first porno with. Somehow one of them decided it would be fun to play truth or dare. I was dared to kissed the friend’s but, and at first I objected even though I wanted to. But he pulled down his pants, bent over, and told me to just do it. I did, they both laughed and left out the room.
Later that same night when we were all getting ready for bed and were just in our boxers and t-shirts I remember him coming up behind me, and simulating sex. He grabbed me, and started humping my ass. I tried to get out of it, but I was enjoying the feeling of his big dick on my ass through our boxers. It felt nice, but when I felt my dick growing I tried my hardest to get out or risked being caught.
But the biggest exploration came when I was in middle school. I know I’ve said that my first sexual experience was with A. Technically that’s true, but I came very close with another friend on more than one occasion.
It started off as us just jerking off together and grew into more. We would have these “sleepovers” with each other, but we didn’t do too much sleeping. We would grope and play with each other under the sheets. I can remember all the times when he would climb on top of me, put my legs on his shoulders, and start grinding into my ass. It felt so good to just lay there, look into his eyes, and just listen to the words he would say to me, and then one night he asked if I wanted him to fuck me.
“Why not,” I told him. We had already given each other blow jobs, we jerked off together, so why not find out what all this sex was about. We took off each others’ clothes, he spit on his dick, and I spit on my ass. I climbed on top of him and tried to stick it in. No go, but that didn’t matter. It felt nice to feel a dick actually on the crack of my ass. I started going up and down and it felt so good. We did this for about twenty minutes, and then I began having this weird tingling sensation.
I jumped up, ran to the bathroom cause I thought I had to pee, but when I tried it went everywhere. And in that moment I knew I was in puberty, and later that week I finally discovered the joys of masturbation. So from that point on all our “sleepovers” always ended with me cumming all over his chest. The only bad thing is, he didn’t start cumming until right before he moved away in the eighth grade. I only tasted his cum twice. The first time it was the most magical thing I had ever tasted and I swallowed every drop The second, I just wanted to spit it up. Twice in one night, maybe it was just to much for me, but I was glad it happened.
After he left is when I got with K. At 14 me and A started fucking, and at 16 so did me and K. By 18 I had had five or six sexual partners. Ooh wait, that’s a lie and I’m too embarrassed to put the real numbers, but there was a couple three ways so that’s why its higher than five. I was truly a cum slut in the making and college would only make it worse.
When I got to college I’ll admit I got a little wild. I tried some things I never thought I would and had sex in places I wouldn’t under any other circumstances, but I was going through some things and sex was my way of coping. Sex gave me a way to escape all my problems and to just live and have fun at the time. Me and K had hit another rough patch and she almost killed herself. I was finally away from home and I was truly on my own. College was a new beast that high school had not prepared me for, so I resorted to what I was comfortable in. To what I knew I was good at, and that was sex.
But at 19 I’m doing better. I know sex is not the answer to all my problems, its actually one of the problems. But I’m doing good, on occasion I may slip back into that mind frame but it doesn’t last forever. I’m okay with not having sex, and jerking does the job the same and there isn’t any guilt left afterwards.
Sorry for the post being so long, but I was bored and a little sad. But now I’m hungry. Pizza anyone?
But yea, I have this weird fascination with sex. Its always been present in my life and sometime it was my sole driving force. At 7 I can remember going into my cousin’s room with another boy that my grandmother babysat. I don’t think we knew what we were doing, but it was fun. We just use to grind and dry hump and even then, I was the bottom.
At age 8 I watched my first porno. It was me, my older brother, and his friend. It was weird sitting there watching this lady get fucked. The guy’s dick was huge and some of the things they did were just crazy. I couldn’t watch the whole thing. Half way through I started getting sick. Start smelling something and my stomach began hurting. I don’t know why, but I did. I left out the room and I felt better. That was my first and last time watching a porno for a long time, but I always searched for that movie, but I still haven’t found it to this day.
At 9 I remember having two “situations” with guys. One was at summer camp. We had just gotten back from swimming so we only had on trunks. Somehow this guy dared me to lick his nipple, and being one to never back down from a double dog dare, I said okay. We went into the bathroom, got in the handicap stall, and I did more than just lick a nipple. I still don’t know if we knew what was going on, but that didn’t stop us. We stayed in there for a good twenty minutes, and never spoke to each other again.
Later that year I remember being at home alone with my cousin, and that same friend that I watched my first porno with. Somehow one of them decided it would be fun to play truth or dare. I was dared to kissed the friend’s but, and at first I objected even though I wanted to. But he pulled down his pants, bent over, and told me to just do it. I did, they both laughed and left out the room.
Later that same night when we were all getting ready for bed and were just in our boxers and t-shirts I remember him coming up behind me, and simulating sex. He grabbed me, and started humping my ass. I tried to get out of it, but I was enjoying the feeling of his big dick on my ass through our boxers. It felt nice, but when I felt my dick growing I tried my hardest to get out or risked being caught.
But the biggest exploration came when I was in middle school. I know I’ve said that my first sexual experience was with A. Technically that’s true, but I came very close with another friend on more than one occasion.
It started off as us just jerking off together and grew into more. We would have these “sleepovers” with each other, but we didn’t do too much sleeping. We would grope and play with each other under the sheets. I can remember all the times when he would climb on top of me, put my legs on his shoulders, and start grinding into my ass. It felt so good to just lay there, look into his eyes, and just listen to the words he would say to me, and then one night he asked if I wanted him to fuck me.
“Why not,” I told him. We had already given each other blow jobs, we jerked off together, so why not find out what all this sex was about. We took off each others’ clothes, he spit on his dick, and I spit on my ass. I climbed on top of him and tried to stick it in. No go, but that didn’t matter. It felt nice to feel a dick actually on the crack of my ass. I started going up and down and it felt so good. We did this for about twenty minutes, and then I began having this weird tingling sensation.
I jumped up, ran to the bathroom cause I thought I had to pee, but when I tried it went everywhere. And in that moment I knew I was in puberty, and later that week I finally discovered the joys of masturbation. So from that point on all our “sleepovers” always ended with me cumming all over his chest. The only bad thing is, he didn’t start cumming until right before he moved away in the eighth grade. I only tasted his cum twice. The first time it was the most magical thing I had ever tasted and I swallowed every drop The second, I just wanted to spit it up. Twice in one night, maybe it was just to much for me, but I was glad it happened.
After he left is when I got with K. At 14 me and A started fucking, and at 16 so did me and K. By 18 I had had five or six sexual partners. Ooh wait, that’s a lie and I’m too embarrassed to put the real numbers, but there was a couple three ways so that’s why its higher than five. I was truly a cum slut in the making and college would only make it worse.
When I got to college I’ll admit I got a little wild. I tried some things I never thought I would and had sex in places I wouldn’t under any other circumstances, but I was going through some things and sex was my way of coping. Sex gave me a way to escape all my problems and to just live and have fun at the time. Me and K had hit another rough patch and she almost killed herself. I was finally away from home and I was truly on my own. College was a new beast that high school had not prepared me for, so I resorted to what I was comfortable in. To what I knew I was good at, and that was sex.
But at 19 I’m doing better. I know sex is not the answer to all my problems, its actually one of the problems. But I’m doing good, on occasion I may slip back into that mind frame but it doesn’t last forever. I’m okay with not having sex, and jerking does the job the same and there isn’t any guilt left afterwards.
Sorry for the post being so long, but I was bored and a little sad. But now I’m hungry. Pizza anyone?
4 comments:
What an interesting and rather kinky sex life you have here. If only some of us were lucky to be invited to sleepovers. Sigh.
What are saying goodbye for?
*what are we saying goodbye for?
This is further proof that blogger needs an comment editor feature. I don't proof read obviously.
wow. this makes me feel that EVERYONE guy may have bi-sexual tendencies. tonight we'll see wut happens w/ me and mr. peru when i go over to his house.
Don't give up on sex. It's not natural.
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