My First Frottage

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My First FrottageGrowing up, I had no idea the possibility of male/male sex was anything more than an adolescent fantasy that made me wet my underpants in bed at night. Not understanding it at all, yet there was a yearning that could not be defined during High School.I stayed virgin in the penis until I was 17, when quite by accident I wound up getting laid the first time with another k** from basketball in High School while staying over at his house one night.His folks were away, and we raided the fridge for some beers while watching some dumb monster movies on TV—-Godzilla fucks Rodan or something like that.Well, at that age, a few beers has a strange effect, and eventually he invited me to stay over, rather that going home, so I said OK. No big deal. I’d bunked with buddies before, right?Climbing in his bed wearing only our orthodox white Jockey briefs, typical of teen athletes at the time, I had never anticipated what was going to happen. Somehow, legs touched and we got snuggled up. He felt warm and nice, and I liked it. But soon the beer and the hormones took over, and we started touching and exploring each other, hands running all over. And when he pressed against me, I felt it—he was hard as a rock.Not canlı bahis sure how long this new, tentative arousal went on before we both recognized there had to be more. Then I felt him tugging at the elastic band around my waist. Tho a bit nervous, I let him continue, then reached over and did the same, gradually lowering his Jockeys until we had our underpants down around our ankles. We started fondling and caressing and wound up with him laying on top of me.With nothing more than instinct for guidance I guess, he pressed his cock and balls against mine and we started moving together. Well, I was totally flipped. There I was, with one of the best looking guys in school naked in my arms, with his hard penis against my own. He’d used his ankles to spread us both wide during the intercourse, nesting his tight sac against my own, the sensation of testicle contact stimulating both of us even more.Up ’till then, I had never known anything but masturbation, and this feeling of shared male contact was driving me crazy. The steady sensuous glide of his cock against mine, jabbing my tip with his on the upstroke stimulated me more than I had ever dreamed. I remember sort of being afraid, but not wanting it to stop.Just when bahis siteleri I thought it couldn’t get any better, he started making whimpering noises, pressing hard against me and I felt his wet warmth gushing all over my penis and belly.Needless to say, when I felt him having his cherry it made mine happen too, I just couldn’t help it. Somehow I realized it was going to be more than a regular orgasm because I could feel it starting deep inside. Without any reservations, I WANTED it to happen, the pressure of his penis triggering the cherry held inside me for so long.I came—psychologically, emotionally, physically–in the first homosexual experience of my life.I had never felt another boy climax, and the feeling was intense–his breath on my neck and his hardon jumping against mine drove me crazy. Needless to say, we made a huge mess together, pumping the virgin streamers out of our bodies, two teenagers popping like gangbusters together.Mentally, I was overwhelmed, not just at the intensity of the contractions, but psychologically feeling the fulfillment of adolescent fantasy suddenly coming true.Afterward, we just stayed bearhugged up together, maybe too shocked by what we had done, yet not wanting to separate bahis şirketleri or say anything, so just laid there nuzzling necks and ears without a word, with our cocks swimming in the slippery mess between us and his testicles against mine, reveling in the male intimacy we shared. Later, he whispered that it was his first time with anyone, and I confessed the same thing.Incredible as it might seem, it was a singular occurrence and never happened again. We never talked about it the next morning, but we both KNEW what had happened. He seemed embarrassed or something, even modestly turning away from me as we got dressed the next a.m. Can you believe….after what we had done? I think he felt ashamed of his homosexual climax. I luvved it and thought it made us buddies. I was wrong.The only thing I would ever have from him as a memory was the discovery later at home that I was wearing his underpants instead of my own, being the same and apparently getting switched as we got dressed. Tho I didn’t realize it then, the cotton pouch of his briefs was as close as I’d ever get to him again.Seeing him in school was different after that. Like he was avoiding me. But once in study hall, I caught him looking at me, but he quickly glanced away. After graduation, I heard he got married.Sometimes I wonder if he ever thought about our “first time” experience together. For me it was unforgettable….I mean….nobody ever forgets their first time, right?

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