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tell the tale of ur first sexual experience. w who, where, when, age.

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mine was when i was 14 with my first boyfrnds, he was my first everything, kiss, boy on boy hug, love n after 4months my 1st sexual partner. we went over to his house while his parents where away for the week. when we walked i saw that his room had been cleaned, w new sheets and everything. he turned to me, looked me in the eyes and told me he loved me, then he kissed me. we kissed for a bit then he pulled away and tooked my shirt off as he did the same after wards. the kissed my bare chest, he used his hands to me all over my torso, my bck. the feeling was like smthing i had never felt b4. the undid my pants, took them off n tosses them to the side. he looked up at me as he saw that i was hard as a rock. i blushed. then he moved to giv me my 1s blow job, i was in heaven. my hearts was beating so fast, same as my breathing. i stoped him b4 i exploded in his mouth. i got up and pushed him on the bed and took off his pants so fast i scratched his leg. i was mesmerised to see his member, large, moist, the scent. i took it into my mouth, it tasted sweet but also salty. i try to tak i all it was too big for my mouth, i worked it for a while when he pulled off, looked at me w a smile, i looked at him n i understood wat he wanted. i hestitated for a min but he kissed me and i was sold. he put me on my bck on the bed, i lay there as i saw him puttin on the condom n smear lube on his c**k n some on my hole. as he touched it i flinched lil. he giggled. he came forward n kissed me n told me to relax. he slowly placed the head on my hole n again i flinched, but i relaxed. it hurt as the head went it then i fealt the rest going in slowly inch by in he was fillinf my insides. when he was completely in me he stoped lean to kiss me n slow puled out n pushed bck in, he repeated this motion for a while, it hurt but then it fealt so great, he moved faster n faster n in no time he was pounding my a**. the intesce pain turned in to such great pleasure that i came twice as he pound me. he pulled out riped off the condom n came on my chest. he fell next to me, we both were breathless. we held eachother fell asleep. when i woke up 1 hr latter he was looking at me w a smile, he told me he loved me, he laid next to me again w his head on my chest.

...I definitely regret my first time. It's weird because it was something that I had wanted for months ever since I saw him. When it actually happened it was a surprise. After wards I felt so dirty though.
I lived in Cleveland at the time in a two story house. I guess I should have started off by saying that he was 14 years old...and I was barely half that age.
The night that it happened I went to bed late. But before I got into my bed I saw that he was all ready in it. I liked the idea of sleeping next to him, but it wasn't sleep he had in mind.
I had my back turned to him but he still took my hand and placed it own himself. He pulled his pants down part way and started to rub it on my back. I went under the covers and faced it. I thought about it and for a few seconds I told myself I wasn't going to do it, then he looked down at me "Just do it you know you want to." So I did.
He tried to penetrate me from the other side but I was pretty small then, so it didn't fit.
He pulled me out of bed and we walked over to my bedroom door. He closed it and leaned his back against it. We'd only been at it for about 2 minutes but to me it had felt like hours. I turned away and walked back towards my bed. I was pretty sure that I was going to pass out. I didn't make it back to my bed. He pulled me back towards the door and made me get on my knees. This time when I did it I didn't reconsider, I just did it.
About a minute later I stopped and walked back over to my bed. I didn't have a chance to gently lay down because I was exhausted. I passed out.
I don't know how much time passed but it couldn't have been more than a few seconds. When I looked up he was standing over me shaking me awake. Then he asked me "Do you want to take a shower with me?"
"YES!"(every dream I've had about him involved me and him in the shower...however)
I passed out again.
The next morning when I woke up the first thing on my mind was what I was going to eat before school. As I was eating my cookie crisp memories of the night before hit me.
I found myself praying that it was just a really vivid dream; the feel(it wasn't the smooth ride that I thought it would have been), the smell(I thought it smelled bad back then but after I got older and had more sex I realized that the smell was actually a good one), everything(I saw him naked, he touched me; all of me).
The school day passed quickly and when I got home my mom was the first person that I saw. I said "Hi" to her and walked past her bedroom. I spent the rest of day light in my bed hoping that it was all just a dream, but when night fall came there was a knock on my door. It was him.
I got out of bed and began walking past him. I was angry and a little worried(not scared but more anxious). As I was walking past him he grabbed my arm firmly. "You want to do it again?"
"No" I said.
"Why?"
"I just don't want to."
"Please?" He brushed his fingers across my face.
"No"
"Why? I liked it. You didn't?"
"It was ok."
"It will be better this time."
"No."
"But last night you said you wanted to do it again"
"No I didn't. I said I would take a shower with you."
"So we can do both."
"Ok I'll meet you downstairs"
After he turned his back I took off. I ran into the upstairs bathroom and hid.
We never talked about it after that night. From that day until the last day I saw him it seemed like he was angry with me. I didn't care though. Even though I still had a crush on him I decided that I didn't like what we did.


This is the first time I've told this to anyone. Now that I think back on the whole thing I hate myself for it. If I could do it all over again I would have never gotten into bed with him.
I would have waited until I found some one that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. The reason is that I've had sex many times after that, but each and every time that I did, I felt the same about myself after wards. I hated myself.

In high school I had plenty of opportunities to have sex. I even had one chance to take part in an orgy with members of the lacrosse and football teams. I wanted to, but I thought ahead, and considered how I would feel after wards.