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that's me, inexperienced and over 30 years old.
I grew up in a small rural town in Australia, where homophobia was a way of life. most of my family wasn't particularly homophobic, but they definitely weren't gay-friendly. so like many many other people all the important defining experiences of my teenage years had to be hidden ones, things that I couldn't speak to anyone about, now or then. they're things that I hide in the back of my mind, taking them out to look at them sometimes, always kindling regret and longing in my belly.
I remember one time, there was a guy that I'd fooled around with by mutual jack-offs a little before. we went for a walk in a nearby forest and we got naked below the waist. he asked me if he sucked my cock would that make him gay. I said no, but thought, yes of course it does! who are you fooling? we sucked each other for a while - not my favourite sexual pasttime, but I've been told that I'm very good at it. then he tried getting a little anal with me, but he really wanted me to try him more. unfortunately I am reasonably big and with him never having that before, it really hurt him. it was the one time I ever got to try having anal sex with a guy. I kinda wish I'd had more opportunity now.
we jacked of a bit with each other. he always had a lot of precum, which I was fascinated by because I have hardly any. when I moved towns we lost contact for a while and then when I moved back he had a long term girlfriend. I still saw him around a bit, fantasizing that we could meet up for a jackoff session, but of course I never had the guts to initiate one. also I felt kind of sad that he was one of my three biggest male to male sexual contacts, because his dick wasn't that big and pretty skinny - not that that should make any difference, but he was not my kind of guy at all which was probably more the reason.
ah memories.
I grew up in a small rural town in Australia, where homophobia was a way of life. most of my family wasn't particularly homophobic, but they definitely weren't gay-friendly. so like many many other people all the important defining experiences of my teenage years had to be hidden ones, things that I couldn't speak to anyone about, now or then. they're things that I hide in the back of my mind, taking them out to look at them sometimes, always kindling regret and longing in my belly.
I remember one time, there was a guy that I'd fooled around with by mutual jack-offs a little before. we went for a walk in a nearby forest and we got naked below the waist. he asked me if he sucked my cock would that make him gay. I said no, but thought, yes of course it does! who are you fooling? we sucked each other for a while - not my favourite sexual pasttime, but I've been told that I'm very good at it. then he tried getting a little anal with me, but he really wanted me to try him more. unfortunately I am reasonably big and with him never having that before, it really hurt him. it was the one time I ever got to try having anal sex with a guy. I kinda wish I'd had more opportunity now.
we jacked of a bit with each other. he always had a lot of precum, which I was fascinated by because I have hardly any. when I moved towns we lost contact for a while and then when I moved back he had a long term girlfriend. I still saw him around a bit, fantasizing that we could meet up for a jackoff session, but of course I never had the guts to initiate one. also I felt kind of sad that he was one of my three biggest male to male sexual contacts, because his dick wasn't that big and pretty skinny - not that that should make any difference, but he was not my kind of guy at all which was probably more the reason.
ah memories.