Hello people, for those who have already read my previous stories, they will know that my debut sexual experience with a man was forced by the half-brother of my stepmother... it happened when I was a teenager. I invite those who did not read it to do so...
Of course, that event marked me a lot and I became aware of it years later. My sexual experience until then had been the masturbation I did and always thinking about women.
In fact, when I was in my 4th year of high school, I fell deeply in love with a classmate. I knew she had a boyfriend (who was older than her because he was in the military), remember that my adolescence was at the end of the 80s, but I was still crazy in love and she would follow me around and keep me hooked badly.
She was very friendly with another high school student (let's call him Fabian) who was in a different year; they were always together, so I started relating to him. Poor Fabian was my handkerchief and shoulder for the mess he had with his friend, although from the beginning he had warned me that I didn't have any chances.
Well, as an adolescent suffering from love, I got many beatings but had some rewards, such as being able to debut sexually with her. Imagine how crazy I was; I was her little puppy. Everything went well until her boyfriend was discharged from military service and suddenly cut off my face badly.
And there was Fabian to help me out... the guy was made of steel. He put up with all that time with my fever and then with my depression.
However, there was an event that changed the story.
We were starting 5th year and I remember getting a very big flu that had kept me in bed for three days... Fabian, who lived near my house (20 minutes away by bus), would come every afternoon to bring me my homework and what we saw in class. One of those days (I remember it was Thursday) he arrived a bit later, around 7 pm; I was In bed a little better and we stayed chatting about nonsense and getting me up to date on what was happening at school. When it was time to leave, he came over and kissed me on the mouth... I was surprised and couldn't do anything.
The following Monday, I returned to school and saw him in the playground. The first thing he did was apologize, but I didn't make a big deal out of it. The whole week went by without any news, and on Friday, he invited me over to his house for a snack and movie night...
I took my coat and left for his place. When I arrived, he was with his younger sister. His mom was a nurse and wasn't home because there was no dad.
We had hot chocolate with cookies and watched TV on the living room sofa. A little while later, the doorbell rang, and it was a friend from his sister's neighborhood who came to pick her up.
We were left alone, sitting on the sofa. The leg touches started, and at one point I looked at him like saying don't be an idiot. Fabián stood up and started saying that he liked me, that he was in love with me, and that he couldn't pretend anymore. He apologized and said he didn't know how to handle it and didn't want to lose me as a friend.
The truth is that at that moment I didn't know what to say. My hormones were on full blast. At that age (17 but from the old days because we were more stupid) my sexual experience was summarized in: I had been forced; I debuted with the lady who wanted it, and the rest was just jerking off.
Fabián's confession had heated me up... so I stood up and kissed him on the mouth. We were making out for a long time while I was rubbing his ass through his jeans...
I have to tell you that Fabián was a little taller than me, had curls, always wore the same perfume; he wasn't skinny but not fat either, had an unmarked body and a promising ass.
We went to his room, closed the door, and kept making out. The thing is that I wanted action, but surprisingly Fabián was in doubts because he was telling me it wasn't physical but sentimental. A piece of shit!!! I wanted to screw...but it didn't happen that day. I felt bad about what had happened and a bit angry with the skinny guy because I didn't understand his intentions well. Fabián was trying to smooth things over and one day out of nowhere he asked me to come to his house, saying he'd be alone. I arrived and barely got in when he gave me a kiss and told me at my ear: let's go to bed. Pure inexperience was what happened afterwards. But honestly we had a great time. We undressed each other on our own and that's how I got to know him from head to toe. He had a fat but short cock, but what really turned me on were his hairy booty and chest hair. He seemed like a big guy next to my lampy one. It was the first time I franelee with a man in balls, rubbing our cocks (oh so nice) and kissing full-on. We were caressing each other but neither of us took the initiative to get going. I remember we suddenly sat on the bed, naked and with our dicks still hard, and asked ourselves: what now? If I had the experience I have now, that afternoon would have been UNFORGETTABLE. There was no asshole sucking, no finger dilation; we were two clumsy guys who didn't know anything and did everything by instinct. I remember he got on all fours and it was hard for me to penetrate him (of course, there was a lack of lubrication, dilation), it hurt him (not because he had an enormous cock) but because he was a terrible novice...I put saliva in and nothing...until we thought of trying to have me ride him...I lay down on my back and Fabián sat on my cock and after several attempts he finally got in. I lasted less than a minute; I was so hot that I came right away and I felt like a genius screwer haha. He still had his hard cock, so I started to masturbate him but the guy just couldn't come. That's when I found out that when he jerked off it took over half an hour to cum, poor guy left with a hard cock. It was nice that we stayed in balls, lying down, caressing each other and telling each other very intimate things for a long time.
At that moment I saw Fabián differently. I understood what he had confessed to me days earlier; I realized that a skinny guy could fall in love with another skinny guy...
From that afternoon on and for a beautiful year, we were like a couple-friends. I think it was the happiest period of my life. We shared almost everything... and we screwed like crazy. We were perfecting ourselves little by little... and assuming both roles according to our momentary desires.
But destiny had other paths prepared for us. My mom, who lived in the interior of Buenos Aires, asked me to move in with her. She had separated again and was a bit depressed. The summer after finishing high school I went to spend 3 months at my mom's house. At that time there was no cell phone so we kept in touch with Fabián through letters and sometimes by phone but long-distance calls were expensive back then.
We always made plans for when I would return to Bs As. The thing is that my return only became effective three years later.... during all that time we couldn't see each other due to the distance and as time went by things got worse...
But that's a topic for another story.....
Sorry for the long post...I hope you enjoy it.
Greetings from Mardel
Of course, that event marked me a lot and I became aware of it years later. My sexual experience until then had been the masturbation I did and always thinking about women.
In fact, when I was in my 4th year of high school, I fell deeply in love with a classmate. I knew she had a boyfriend (who was older than her because he was in the military), remember that my adolescence was at the end of the 80s, but I was still crazy in love and she would follow me around and keep me hooked badly.
She was very friendly with another high school student (let's call him Fabian) who was in a different year; they were always together, so I started relating to him. Poor Fabian was my handkerchief and shoulder for the mess he had with his friend, although from the beginning he had warned me that I didn't have any chances.
Well, as an adolescent suffering from love, I got many beatings but had some rewards, such as being able to debut sexually with her. Imagine how crazy I was; I was her little puppy. Everything went well until her boyfriend was discharged from military service and suddenly cut off my face badly.
And there was Fabian to help me out... the guy was made of steel. He put up with all that time with my fever and then with my depression.
However, there was an event that changed the story.
We were starting 5th year and I remember getting a very big flu that had kept me in bed for three days... Fabian, who lived near my house (20 minutes away by bus), would come every afternoon to bring me my homework and what we saw in class. One of those days (I remember it was Thursday) he arrived a bit later, around 7 pm; I was In bed a little better and we stayed chatting about nonsense and getting me up to date on what was happening at school. When it was time to leave, he came over and kissed me on the mouth... I was surprised and couldn't do anything.
The following Monday, I returned to school and saw him in the playground. The first thing he did was apologize, but I didn't make a big deal out of it. The whole week went by without any news, and on Friday, he invited me over to his house for a snack and movie night...
I took my coat and left for his place. When I arrived, he was with his younger sister. His mom was a nurse and wasn't home because there was no dad.
We had hot chocolate with cookies and watched TV on the living room sofa. A little while later, the doorbell rang, and it was a friend from his sister's neighborhood who came to pick her up.
We were left alone, sitting on the sofa. The leg touches started, and at one point I looked at him like saying don't be an idiot. Fabián stood up and started saying that he liked me, that he was in love with me, and that he couldn't pretend anymore. He apologized and said he didn't know how to handle it and didn't want to lose me as a friend.
The truth is that at that moment I didn't know what to say. My hormones were on full blast. At that age (17 but from the old days because we were more stupid) my sexual experience was summarized in: I had been forced; I debuted with the lady who wanted it, and the rest was just jerking off.
Fabián's confession had heated me up... so I stood up and kissed him on the mouth. We were making out for a long time while I was rubbing his ass through his jeans...
I have to tell you that Fabián was a little taller than me, had curls, always wore the same perfume; he wasn't skinny but not fat either, had an unmarked body and a promising ass.
We went to his room, closed the door, and kept making out. The thing is that I wanted action, but surprisingly Fabián was in doubts because he was telling me it wasn't physical but sentimental. A piece of shit!!! I wanted to screw...but it didn't happen that day. I felt bad about what had happened and a bit angry with the skinny guy because I didn't understand his intentions well. Fabián was trying to smooth things over and one day out of nowhere he asked me to come to his house, saying he'd be alone. I arrived and barely got in when he gave me a kiss and told me at my ear: let's go to bed. Pure inexperience was what happened afterwards. But honestly we had a great time. We undressed each other on our own and that's how I got to know him from head to toe. He had a fat but short cock, but what really turned me on were his hairy booty and chest hair. He seemed like a big guy next to my lampy one. It was the first time I franelee with a man in balls, rubbing our cocks (oh so nice) and kissing full-on. We were caressing each other but neither of us took the initiative to get going. I remember we suddenly sat on the bed, naked and with our dicks still hard, and asked ourselves: what now? If I had the experience I have now, that afternoon would have been UNFORGETTABLE. There was no asshole sucking, no finger dilation; we were two clumsy guys who didn't know anything and did everything by instinct. I remember he got on all fours and it was hard for me to penetrate him (of course, there was a lack of lubrication, dilation), it hurt him (not because he had an enormous cock) but because he was a terrible novice...I put saliva in and nothing...until we thought of trying to have me ride him...I lay down on my back and Fabián sat on my cock and after several attempts he finally got in. I lasted less than a minute; I was so hot that I came right away and I felt like a genius screwer haha. He still had his hard cock, so I started to masturbate him but the guy just couldn't come. That's when I found out that when he jerked off it took over half an hour to cum, poor guy left with a hard cock. It was nice that we stayed in balls, lying down, caressing each other and telling each other very intimate things for a long time.
At that moment I saw Fabián differently. I understood what he had confessed to me days earlier; I realized that a skinny guy could fall in love with another skinny guy...
From that afternoon on and for a beautiful year, we were like a couple-friends. I think it was the happiest period of my life. We shared almost everything... and we screwed like crazy. We were perfecting ourselves little by little... and assuming both roles according to our momentary desires.
But destiny had other paths prepared for us. My mom, who lived in the interior of Buenos Aires, asked me to move in with her. She had separated again and was a bit depressed. The summer after finishing high school I went to spend 3 months at my mom's house. At that time there was no cell phone so we kept in touch with Fabián through letters and sometimes by phone but long-distance calls were expensive back then.
We always made plans for when I would return to Bs As. The thing is that my return only became effective three years later.... during all that time we couldn't see each other due to the distance and as time went by things got worse...
But that's a topic for another story.....
Sorry for the long post...I hope you enjoy it.
Greetings from Mardel
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