We all remember our first intimate encounter. Mine was over the Christmas break my senior year of high school. I had gotten money from my grandparents for Dec 25. I called up a couplet of girls to see if they wanted to go to charm a motion picture. They weren't home or not capable to go. So, I called Mark. He was more than eager to go. He was short than me with the true whisker in the populace, large brown eye, and muscular physical structure. I wasn't expecting anything to happen. I was a virgin and the most I had ever done in my life was osculate a miss. I was 18 and had not even masturbated. Now it wasn't that I had not thought about sex and desired it. I talked about it. I wanted it. I just didn't know how to get it. I was a desirable guy too.

Now all the girls wrote in my yearly"to the cut boy ”. I was precious with light racy optic and sandy colored fuzz.

I had dated girls but had always wonder if I could be gay. More than once I had seen Deutsche Mark bare. And I always made sure to look at his beautiful, big cock and overnice physical structure. But I didn't want to be queer.

Now this was a time that the spoilt thing in the domain you could be was gay if you were in school. It was a tag you did not want to hold. To be considered a pansy meant that your life in highschool schooltime would be a living hell. If a person was attracted to the Same sex, you dare not state anyone.

For me, I was not sure what I was. Even though I wondered if I were homosexual, I dare not to talk to any one about it. It was a care. What would encounter to me if I were gay ? I kept my cerebration to myself.

Before this nighttime, over a class before, Mark had invited me to pass the night at his house after our low twain acting meet. We were assigned to be spouse. We had progressed to the next day with our high marks. It was late when we got to his planetary house. We went up to his room. I asked how he slept, and he said defenseless. I said that I would too though I never had. We stripped off our clothes trying to look at each early quickly. He had a defined bureau with sensitive size nipples. His body was hairless except for the drear bush from which his magnanimous flaccid shaft hung from. I did count a bit retentive but did not gaze. He saw my prostrate chest that was like a display panel down to my thick bush and big shaft. Our cocks appeared to be the Lapplander size.

We climbed in bed and talked about being naked, sex and such. We both had never done anything. He claimed to bear walked naked holding a young woman's helping hand, but he was lying. I at least had barely kissed a missy. As neither of us had ever French Kissed, I suggested that maybe we learn how to do it together as little girl do that so we would know what we were doing. He said no. I had wanted to kiss his rim with mine and slide my tongue in his mouth and gustatory modality his. He was not taking my bait. I had to stay fresh my top. No one could know that I wanted to osculate a boy.

Soon he wanted to show me something in his bathroom that connected to his room. We headed off defenseless with me in nominal head. I turned around to ask him something and there he stood inches from me. Our semi erect member were touching. Mine was just on top of his. There we were naked looking down at our manhood together. Neither of us said anything-frozen in prison term. I took my hand and held our two cock together-mine on top of his. I wanted to fall to my knees and crap honey to his creature that was so gear up for a lovesome mouth but was afraid. He had not responded positively to my clue. If I went down on him and he rebuked me and told, my life would be come a support sin. There was such a powerful urge. I wanted it. My knees wanted to buckle and fall to the ground. Yet, I turned and went to the john where nothing happened.

I dropped tinge wanting to have some"fun"together over the next months but null. He would never spend the dark at my house nor go camping with me. I still had hope.

Then he invited me to spend the night again after another meet. He told his parents ( as he could not drive ) that they would not have to take him early on Saturday morning to school. I would repel him. Now this time, things were a bit unlike. He set the bed up so that I would give to rise over him to get to my bed. Later it hit me, he wanted my nude soundbox to cringe over him but did not figure that out until too late.

His family was gone when we arrived. We went to his bedroom and he stripped bare and jumped under the top. I had a programme. I did a comic strip minx dancing for him throwing my article of clothing off one piece at a sentence. I made it as erotic as I could. By the time I peeled off my underwear my big, dense 7-inch cock was swollen solid. It shot upwards like a rocket that was blasting off to the stars. I danced around his elbow room until I was a twosome of base from him when I began thrusting back and Forth causing my pig out dick to swing up to hit my belly button, back down and then back up to slap against my tum. I did it again and again. My desire had been to sex him, then creep on to his bed and sit my ass upon his groins. Then rub my ass cheeks over his dick.

To my disappointment, he watched every motion but moved both of his hands over his prick so that I could not tell if he were erect or not. My architectural plan was dashed, but I did not consecrate up. I crawled on to his bed with my intemperate dick and placed it an inch from his mouth and said,"daring you to suck up it."He didn't.

I crawled into my bed on the early face of him. Soon I made excuse after excuse to crawl back over him with my naked body but nothing. Now he did indicate I do a couple of affair which did require me to take my naked consistency over him which usually caused my dick to slide across his body. That was it. I gave up on Saint Mark. He was not interested it appeared. One did have to be careful.

By Xmas prison-breaking, I had moved on. Still I hadn't had sex with anyone. Yet this Nox when he got into the car, things were different. He was talking about gay sex. He said that every guy tries it once. It was Mark trying to score not me. After the movie, he brought it up again. I was getting hot and horny. Soon I accepted his offer, and now it was just trying to find a condom stead to get nude.

Eventually we did. I asked if we should originate out with foreplay. I wanted to kiss him and find my men on his body."No,"he said. He pulled his gasp to his knees, then peeled his Theodore Harold White brief down revealing his duncical 7-inch hardon. I was willing to go first but afraid that after giving him a blow job he would deform on me, perpetrate his pants up, and call up me a fag. I was flighty but wanted his dick. I had never sucked cock and never seen it done so I went forward with all the eagerness of a novice. It was so firmly yet so very diffused. There was no weird taste. I wanted to make it good for him but didn't know how for sure. My lip bobbed up and down the long shot. I had read a volume where a guy liked having his balls sucked so I moved to his nuts. They were tight against his soundbox, but I was able to get them into my oral fissure. As I tried to swallow his chunk, I wanted to stroke his penis with my hand but didn't because I thought that would be gay ( yes, I know that is strange-sucking a shaft is gayer than stroking a gumshoe, but it was fear ). I stopped after a few hour and loosen my jeans and pulled them down with my underwear. Mark leaned over to go down on my tool. I was most discomfited when I saw that he had put his pants back on. I had wanted to play with his cute ass and cock as he took my virgin dick in his mouth.

Mark sucked me, but it was only pleasant. There was no pulsing from late inside me. It was just a prissy intuitive feeling. I am a guy who has never jerked off in his life. The only sexual release I had ever had was nocturnal emanation. I was getting my first off blow job. You think that I would be prepare to blow. I wasn't even close when he stopped. It really hadn't done anything for me. It made me think that maybe I wasn't gay.

We talked about piece of ass. He wanted to fuck. I asked him how he like the reversal job. He said that he loved it. He asked me, I told him that it was okay, and I didn't think that I was gay. I had put Mark in the position of admitting his queer status to me and I had rejected the badge. He was now vulnerable. If I revealed he liked gay sex, his life would become a livelihood Inferno. I wouldn't and didn't do it. We went home.

Things were never the Lapplander for us after that. When schooling started again, he wouldn't speak to me. I wanted to be friend still. I wanted us to remain friends. I told him that after schooling, I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted to make him my cerise. He would not take heed of it. He walked away in ira. Our friendship was over.

Later that hebdomad another guy wanted to have sex with me, and I turned it down based on my experience with Mark. I soon had a girlfriend and lost my virginity. I thought that I must be straight.

clock time went on and years later, I realized that I wasn't straight. I learned that I like blow jobs, but they are not what makes me shoot my lode. I need stimulation. For me lips and clapper playing together starts the fire. I love the spirit of a man's organic structure. There is the delicious taste of a nipple in my mouth. The wonderful feel of a hard dick. It is magnificent to bury a tongue into a cherubic ass hole. Then there is that charge of pounding a tight hole with my big dick and hearing my man moan with delight and to hold his body start to twitch in ecstasy as I listen to the sound of my balls slapping against him with every thrust.

When I discovered the trueness about myself, I went looking for mug. I wanted to suffer him be my offset. I could not find him for the foresightful time.

Later I discovered some things about Mark. Before I knew him, his parents had caught him fooling around with another boy. He must have had the underworld beat out of him by them. When I offered myself to him, he was terrified of what would happen to him if they found out. They were just downstairs. His parents were not going to suffer a fairy son. When he came out, they cut him off. I later realized that he wanted it as much as I did but was afraid. He wasn't allowed to sleep over at anyone else's house because they were not going to let him let sex with another boy. The big thing in those days was being gay. We were both afraid and scared.

It was sad tidings once I tracked what had happened to Mark. I was told that sign died of AIDS. It broke my heart to try he was gone. Now I have mixed tone about what occurred between us. portion of me so wishes that we could own been buff. I have jacked off one thousand of time to the thoughts of Mark and me having sex. Reliving our encounters and having them come out different. Yet on the former paw, I am a endure today because of it. If I had made it with stain, I would cause had many lovers and fucked and been fucked by many of man just as AIDS was breaking. I firmly believe if I had become his buff, I too would have eventually contracted help that wiped out my generation of Edward Young gay men.

That said, I came to realize that Mark was my first love. We had a high school reunification and they had a wall with word picture of those who had passed. When I came to the picture of Mark, I stopped and looked realizing that he was my first material love. I miss him. I love him still .