1st Time
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As I told you all last time, my first sexual experience wasn’t really a huge success. Not that it was traumatic or anything, I was just way too nervous to enjoy any of it. The moment I got home though the nervousness ceased, and over the next few weeks I started to realize I really wanted to go back, reckoning I would be a lot calmer the second time around. But before I had actually-truly-fully worked up the courage to do so, my story suddenly took a little detour.
After a day of studying in the university library together, a friend asked me out on a date. I had wondered about dating him before, so I immediately said yes. (In hindsight though: at the time I was so focussed on getting a date that I had wondered about dating just about every half decent guy I knew…)
Thus the two of us went to see a movie together, then had dinner in a restaurant, followed by a moonlit walk in the park, during which I got my first kiss. (For the people paying attention at home: yes, during my last adventure there was no kissing, so I got my first cumshot before I got my first kiss. Apparently I go through my love/sexlife in the same way I write my essays: all out of order.)
I know how you all want me to get to the naughty parts, so I’ll be short about this relationship: it didn’t work out, and one of the reasons for that was actually the lack of naughtiness. He wanted to take things slowly, didn’t seem too willing to try new stuff and was very, very straight, while my head was still filled with visions of doing lots of experiments with a bisexual man… but more than that the problem was that I just wasn’t in love with him. He was very sweet, and I won’t have a bad word said against him, but we really weren’t a good match. Within a few months (by which time I had passed my 19th birthday, which felt REALLY OLD back then) I realized I wasn’t in love with him, but with the idea of someone loving me. At which point the only fair thing to do was breaking up.
All of that does not mean that NOTHING happened however. We kissed often, which was nice. And soon I was staying over at his place a lot. (He had a tiny room in a filthy student flat, but I still lived with my parents at this point, so filthy student squalor was preferable to me.) The first few nights we cuddled, but nothing more happened. I was waiting on him to make the first move, as I assumed that was how it was supposed go. Eventually though I couldn’t contain myself, and my hands went exploring. But when they reached his penis he turned away, citing the aforementioned desire to take things slow.
A few weeks later I got him so far as to let me jack him off. Off course my enthusiasm vastly outstripped my experience, thus I made to rookie mistake of thinking that faster is always better. As I know now, that obviously isn’t true, so those early attempts usually ended with him quickly taking over stroking duty himself, with me watching and pleasuring myself as well. I found it tremendously hot, but soon I wanted to take another step. Maybe oral, (either way around) or having him cum on me, like with my first experience? But I never managed to convince him. That annoyed me, the fact that I always went on about sex annoyed him… and we are back at the point of the break up.
So now I was 19, STILL a virgin (under the strict definition at least), and the last few months I had had quite a few fantasies that I couldn’t bring to reality. Somehow it took me a lot less time to work up the courage to call “B” than it had last time! :P
To my discredit I never contacted B to say I was in a relationship, so from his point of view I had just suddenly dropped off the face of the earth. To his credit he didn’t seem to mind that when I told him the reason for my disappearance. And double to his credit, when I suggested meeting up again he first asked if I was really sure, as he didn’t want me to feel as uncomfortable as I did last time. Of course when I replied, in a bout of uncharacteristic bravado brought on by living too-chaste-for-my-liking for a few months, that I was sure about it as I really wanted to know what it was like to give head, his hesitation was immediately gone and he suggested meeting up that very night! That was a bit too quick for me (I probably had dance- or violin practice, or maybe an exam or something), but the next weekend I was back at that parking lot from last time, waiting for his car.
This time our car journey was taken up by a relaxed conversation about my studies. When we got to his place he asked if I had really become as brazen as I had seemed over the chat. I nodded. He smiled, took of his pants, and sat down.
I knelt in front of him, and for the first time in my life I took a cock in my mouth. It turns out blowjob-movies are a much better instruction for real life than handjob-movies, as from that first time on I’ve never had anything but compliments for my… eh… prowess. Before long B was letting out low moans, which I noted with great pleasure.
This time I had no problem getting wet. Instead the problem was undoing my pants with one hand while still focusing on my first blowjob :P B noticed me fumbling around, and suggested swapping places. I was actually quite enjoying myself in that position, but I had used up all my assertiveness reserves in the act of just starting giving head right away, so I complied. I got up and took of my pants as well (no undies this time, I had heeded his advice from the previous visit.) Before I could sit down though, he grabbed me tight and kissed me. I still remember being weirded out by the chafing of his stubble against my skin and not really kissing back. Luckily he wasn’t discouraged by this. It was my turn to sit down, his turn to kneel. The first time for me to be successfully eaten out.
We stayed in that position for a long time. Though I really enjoyed it, I’m not someone who comes quickly, or easily. Nowadays I know that about myself, and I will notify a partner that we should maybe try a few more things, but back then I just kept sitting there, slouched on the couch, breathing heavily, waiting for his next move. Until eventually I got really parched and asked for a drink.
He made a joke about being a bad host, getting a blowjob before even offering me anything (followed by his trademark giggle) and got me a cola. We had a little interlude for the drinks, again chatting about some unimportant subject, but this time both pantsless. He managed to remain hard all the way through, and the moment my drink was finished he suggested going upstairs. Again I simply nodded.
He pointed me to the bedroom, giving my bum a cheeky squeeze as I passed by him. At the top of the stairs he had already lost his shirt, and once we were there he quickly removed mine. Now both fully naked (his socks had been lost somewhere along the way as well) he once again kissed me. I’ve never grown to like stubble, but at least this time I was prepared! While kissing he guided me to the bed, then told me to lie down on it. As I laid on my back he climbed on top, his hands and knees resting on either side of me. As he kissed me again, my thoughts where fully focussed on his penis, which was now so close to where it could go in…
We weren’t quite there yet though. We kissed, we cuddled... his fingers went in before his penis did… and I was so enamoured by apparently being good at giving head that I wanted to do that for a bit longer that those few moments at the beginning of the evening.
So that was the position we were in when he couldn’t take it anymore. Him sitting at the top of the bed, propped up against some pillows, me lying lower on the bed, with my head between his legs. After one particularly deep intake of breath he just said “If you want to get fucked tonight we should do it now, because I can’t take much more of this.” I… disengaged and he rolled me on my back again. I made myself comfortable with the pillows while he got up and fetched a condom. Despite all we had done, that moment of just lying there in anticipation was when the nervousness came flooding back. Luckily this time I managed to hold it at bay. He climbed on top again, but this time he moved my legs aside. A jolt went through my body as I felt his tip pressing against me. There was one more moment of hesitation as he struggled to find the entrance, but that was swept away by a wave of sheer pleasure and excitement when I felt a man slide into me for the first time.
After all we had done before the whole thing didn’t last long, but it is a memory that will stick with me forever. This man, old enough to be my dad, hovering above me. The lust in his eyes. The panting of his breath. His knuckled planted next to me and my arms wrapped around his. The tiny bit of cramp in my left leg as it was spread in a position it had never been in before (plenty of times after though!), and that mild annoyance being far outweighed by the fantastic feeling of him thrusting away inside me. Most of all I remember the passionate kiss he gave me at the moment of orgasm, which pushed my head deep into the pillows.
And then… that was it. He was spent. We cuddled a little, but nothing more was forthcoming. Which was a bit of a surprise to me. After years of only having fun on my own I had come to expect sexytimes ending when I orgasmed. It ending before that point was a bit of a bummer. When I realised I wasn’t getting anything more from him I quickly brought myself to climax with my fingers as he watched. Leaving without coming would just be too frustrating.
I admit that that ending was a bit disappointing to me. But don’t worry. The rest of the experience was good enough to make me come back quite a few times, in the process of which I tasted quite a bit more about sex. But those are stories for another time ;)
After a day of studying in the university library together, a friend asked me out on a date. I had wondered about dating him before, so I immediately said yes. (In hindsight though: at the time I was so focussed on getting a date that I had wondered about dating just about every half decent guy I knew…)
Thus the two of us went to see a movie together, then had dinner in a restaurant, followed by a moonlit walk in the park, during which I got my first kiss. (For the people paying attention at home: yes, during my last adventure there was no kissing, so I got my first cumshot before I got my first kiss. Apparently I go through my love/sexlife in the same way I write my essays: all out of order.)
I know how you all want me to get to the naughty parts, so I’ll be short about this relationship: it didn’t work out, and one of the reasons for that was actually the lack of naughtiness. He wanted to take things slowly, didn’t seem too willing to try new stuff and was very, very straight, while my head was still filled with visions of doing lots of experiments with a bisexual man… but more than that the problem was that I just wasn’t in love with him. He was very sweet, and I won’t have a bad word said against him, but we really weren’t a good match. Within a few months (by which time I had passed my 19th birthday, which felt REALLY OLD back then) I realized I wasn’t in love with him, but with the idea of someone loving me. At which point the only fair thing to do was breaking up.
All of that does not mean that NOTHING happened however. We kissed often, which was nice. And soon I was staying over at his place a lot. (He had a tiny room in a filthy student flat, but I still lived with my parents at this point, so filthy student squalor was preferable to me.) The first few nights we cuddled, but nothing more happened. I was waiting on him to make the first move, as I assumed that was how it was supposed go. Eventually though I couldn’t contain myself, and my hands went exploring. But when they reached his penis he turned away, citing the aforementioned desire to take things slow.
A few weeks later I got him so far as to let me jack him off. Off course my enthusiasm vastly outstripped my experience, thus I made to rookie mistake of thinking that faster is always better. As I know now, that obviously isn’t true, so those early attempts usually ended with him quickly taking over stroking duty himself, with me watching and pleasuring myself as well. I found it tremendously hot, but soon I wanted to take another step. Maybe oral, (either way around) or having him cum on me, like with my first experience? But I never managed to convince him. That annoyed me, the fact that I always went on about sex annoyed him… and we are back at the point of the break up.
So now I was 19, STILL a virgin (under the strict definition at least), and the last few months I had had quite a few fantasies that I couldn’t bring to reality. Somehow it took me a lot less time to work up the courage to call “B” than it had last time! :P
To my discredit I never contacted B to say I was in a relationship, so from his point of view I had just suddenly dropped off the face of the earth. To his credit he didn’t seem to mind that when I told him the reason for my disappearance. And double to his credit, when I suggested meeting up again he first asked if I was really sure, as he didn’t want me to feel as uncomfortable as I did last time. Of course when I replied, in a bout of uncharacteristic bravado brought on by living too-chaste-for-my-liking for a few months, that I was sure about it as I really wanted to know what it was like to give head, his hesitation was immediately gone and he suggested meeting up that very night! That was a bit too quick for me (I probably had dance- or violin practice, or maybe an exam or something), but the next weekend I was back at that parking lot from last time, waiting for his car.
This time our car journey was taken up by a relaxed conversation about my studies. When we got to his place he asked if I had really become as brazen as I had seemed over the chat. I nodded. He smiled, took of his pants, and sat down.
I knelt in front of him, and for the first time in my life I took a cock in my mouth. It turns out blowjob-movies are a much better instruction for real life than handjob-movies, as from that first time on I’ve never had anything but compliments for my… eh… prowess. Before long B was letting out low moans, which I noted with great pleasure.
This time I had no problem getting wet. Instead the problem was undoing my pants with one hand while still focusing on my first blowjob :P B noticed me fumbling around, and suggested swapping places. I was actually quite enjoying myself in that position, but I had used up all my assertiveness reserves in the act of just starting giving head right away, so I complied. I got up and took of my pants as well (no undies this time, I had heeded his advice from the previous visit.) Before I could sit down though, he grabbed me tight and kissed me. I still remember being weirded out by the chafing of his stubble against my skin and not really kissing back. Luckily he wasn’t discouraged by this. It was my turn to sit down, his turn to kneel. The first time for me to be successfully eaten out.
We stayed in that position for a long time. Though I really enjoyed it, I’m not someone who comes quickly, or easily. Nowadays I know that about myself, and I will notify a partner that we should maybe try a few more things, but back then I just kept sitting there, slouched on the couch, breathing heavily, waiting for his next move. Until eventually I got really parched and asked for a drink.
He made a joke about being a bad host, getting a blowjob before even offering me anything (followed by his trademark giggle) and got me a cola. We had a little interlude for the drinks, again chatting about some unimportant subject, but this time both pantsless. He managed to remain hard all the way through, and the moment my drink was finished he suggested going upstairs. Again I simply nodded.
He pointed me to the bedroom, giving my bum a cheeky squeeze as I passed by him. At the top of the stairs he had already lost his shirt, and once we were there he quickly removed mine. Now both fully naked (his socks had been lost somewhere along the way as well) he once again kissed me. I’ve never grown to like stubble, but at least this time I was prepared! While kissing he guided me to the bed, then told me to lie down on it. As I laid on my back he climbed on top, his hands and knees resting on either side of me. As he kissed me again, my thoughts where fully focussed on his penis, which was now so close to where it could go in…
We weren’t quite there yet though. We kissed, we cuddled... his fingers went in before his penis did… and I was so enamoured by apparently being good at giving head that I wanted to do that for a bit longer that those few moments at the beginning of the evening.
So that was the position we were in when he couldn’t take it anymore. Him sitting at the top of the bed, propped up against some pillows, me lying lower on the bed, with my head between his legs. After one particularly deep intake of breath he just said “If you want to get fucked tonight we should do it now, because I can’t take much more of this.” I… disengaged and he rolled me on my back again. I made myself comfortable with the pillows while he got up and fetched a condom. Despite all we had done, that moment of just lying there in anticipation was when the nervousness came flooding back. Luckily this time I managed to hold it at bay. He climbed on top again, but this time he moved my legs aside. A jolt went through my body as I felt his tip pressing against me. There was one more moment of hesitation as he struggled to find the entrance, but that was swept away by a wave of sheer pleasure and excitement when I felt a man slide into me for the first time.
After all we had done before the whole thing didn’t last long, but it is a memory that will stick with me forever. This man, old enough to be my dad, hovering above me. The lust in his eyes. The panting of his breath. His knuckled planted next to me and my arms wrapped around his. The tiny bit of cramp in my left leg as it was spread in a position it had never been in before (plenty of times after though!), and that mild annoyance being far outweighed by the fantastic feeling of him thrusting away inside me. Most of all I remember the passionate kiss he gave me at the moment of orgasm, which pushed my head deep into the pillows.
And then… that was it. He was spent. We cuddled a little, but nothing more was forthcoming. Which was a bit of a surprise to me. After years of only having fun on my own I had come to expect sexytimes ending when I orgasmed. It ending before that point was a bit of a bummer. When I realised I wasn’t getting anything more from him I quickly brought myself to climax with my fingers as he watched. Leaving without coming would just be too frustrating.
I admit that that ending was a bit disappointing to me. But don’t worry. The rest of the experience was good enough to make me come back quite a few times, in the process of which I tasted quite a bit more about sex. But those are stories for another time ;)
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