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- When I Was A Kid -
Straight Male / 52

My Best Friend

Growing up I had a friend that I met in the 4th grade. He and I got all very well both our parents had land and cattle and we were always at his house or mine. There was a creek on my parents land and they let us camp out in my tent and have a camp fire and it was pretty cool being able to do that.
He and I worked in the summers hauling hay working cows and other ranch work. After about a year things changed between us. We started doing things that no one ever suspected us of doing but he and I were experimenting with each other. Sleeping naked in my tent a lot of touching and jacking off and both of us enjoyed it and we both could cum but it was just a few drops.
I guess we both wanted more and were curios so we tried sucking each other one night out in the barn. It was dark and we both wanted to try it so we took out jeans down and took turns getting on our knees to suck each other. It felt great to be sucked and we both seemed to like sucking on each other. We stayed out in the barn with our jeans down sucking on each other until we both came twice. The second time I was sucking him and had my hands on his naked ass and when he came he grabbed my head and I let him cum in my mouth and since it was not much at all I just let it slide right on down then I licked his dick and stood up.
For months he and I ducked each other off almost every day and most of the time as many times a day as we could.
One night down on the creek it was very late and we were just laying there naked after sucking each other off and he wanted to get in my sleeping bag with me so I let him. After awhile he started to rub his dick on my ass then put his arm over my body and started to jump on my ass like he was fucking me. He held my dick in his hand while he humped in me until he came on my ass.
In a few minutes he wanted to do it again and this time he was on top of me with me face down. He raised up enough to hold onto his dick and he started to rub it on my asshole and was breathing heavy on the back of my neck.
I never said much but i couldn’t help but move my ass around and when he poked the head of his dick to my asshole he asked if it felt good I told him I liked it so he asked if I would let him put it in me. He and I worked at it for awhile then he got it started in my ass. He got the head in my ass and was very anxious to get the rest of it up my ass and once he did he fucked me and I let him cum in me.
We were both hooked after that and we were up most of the night as he fucked my ass numerous times and each time he disciplined it even more.
As we grew older he and I played sports together worked on the branches and we were just two young pretty tuff country boys but no one knew we were having sex with each other.
He and I ducked each other off in a lot of barns as we hauled hay for different ranchers and many times he fucked my ass laying on some hay bales. In the heat of the summer just he and I putting hay in the barn we would stop long enough to get out pants down and he would fuck my hot sweaty ass and cum inside of me.
He and I sucked each others dick all the time and we both liked to 69. My favorite was getting my ass fucked. I really liked having his dick up my ass being fucked as hard as he could fuck me then taking his cum up my ass
After high school he and I still had sex but later on got steady girlfriends and started getting some pussy and we just stopped having sex with each other.
We are both married with grandchildren and lead a normal straight happy life but I would not take for the experiences he and I shared growing up together. Still to this day when I really get horny I like to be outdoors in a private place get my pants down and jack off and I think about him fucking me and I always end up shooting my load with a finger derp in my ass. Those were some good times and I still have some great memories from way back when sucking the cum out of my friends balls. All those 69’s we enjoyed and all the times he fucked me and came in my ass. It was a good time for both of us.

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# 74926 - by Steve / November 25, 2024
    • - When I Was A Kid -
    Bi-Sexual Male / 33

    Learning To Enjoy Some Boy To Boy Contact

    This goes back to when we were eleven. My friend had a pool in his backyard and I went swimming with him. One afternoon his mother left us alone on the condition we didn't go in the pool. So that she couldn't punish us we went in naked, the bathing suits remained dry inside.

    The water over our naked bodies felt good and he sat on the edge of the pool and I was in the water with my hands on his knees. I floated closer and closer and he opened his knees and I went all the way in and sucked on his penis. The feel, the taste, the texture of his penis is still with me to this day. Maybe you're the queer, but sucking his penis was invigorating.

    A bit later, I was in the water holding onto the edge of the pool and he was behind me using his penis to explore my anus. It must be an instinct because I wanted his penis in me. He tried for a while but wasn't successful. He got out and went into the house and came back with a jar of Vaseline. Now he was successful. Maybe you're the queer, but his penis in me felt wonderful.

    Later we kissed on the sofa. I held his penis in my hand and sucked him. We had penetration again on my hands and knees and him behind me. We kissed some more after he was done. Throughout the experience I only had dry orgasms. He had wet ones.

    We both grew up and got married. He works in Boston and I work in Atlanta. When possible, we make arrangements and we airbnb a house with a pool and we swim naked. I love sucking his dick, and love even more being penetrated. We have never done it backwards, he's the top between us, I enjoy beyond words bottoming for him.

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    # 74899 - by Steven / November 23, 2024
    - When I Was A Kid -
    Transsexual Female / 24

    Desire ~V~Despair

    From my early childhood at the time I was 4 and was placed into the foster care system.
    I remember moving often to a new place. At the time I was 11 the family I was with decided to divorce . I felt bad knowing that I'll back in the loop, bouncing home to home never knowing what's next. However, that didn't happen. When they separated the "Guardian" is who I stayed with.
    Some may call it abuse, some may call him a p**o. It was none of that .
    I was groomed young , I enjoyed his friendship , the connection we shared.
    The first "encounter" was by accident. I was in the shower under the warm water and stroking one off. I never heard him enter the bathroom, when I finished and realized there he sat on the toilet watching me. I stammered in shock and humiliation ...he was cool about it...he simply said all guys do it. As I stepped out of the shower and stood at the mirror, he came behind up behind me. He looked at me in the mirror as he pressed his manhood between my cheeks. (No entry)
    He trusted between my cheeks and thighs. I could see his facial expressions in the mirror as he did me. I felt his thighs straining, his back arched as he embraced me. When he finished I felt his manhood throb and pulse with spurts of his cum.
    He kissed the back of my neck....whispers "Good Boy".
    At that time my fate was sealed. I learned what it felt like to be accepted by someone I could share with. Someone to teach me .
    To this day I still think of him.

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    # 74898 - by Timia_23 / November 23, 2024
    • - When I Was A Kid -
    Bi-Sexual Female / 26

    Ugly Duckling Sort Of Thing

    I know I am blessed. First because I have a man in my life. But I wasn't always blessed. I was ugly. My name Maria Ofelia, we all are named Maria something. My family was poor, we didn't have money for braces, money for a doctor to help with acne, money for contact lenses. We had old, used clothes and we shopped at the food pantry. My mother or my older sister cut my hair. We didn't have makeup. We didn't even have a mirror for makeup. The house we lived in was two bedrooms and one small bathroom. Six children, and an abandoned mother. Everyone worked as soon as they could carry something, everyone worked as soon as someone paid you some money for a chore. We worked in the laundromat folding clothes for a dollar or two. We worked for the food pantry folding boxes at a dime a piece. Not all of us were smart enough, and a couple of my sisters chose the easy way out, sex and druqs, prostitution. Money was something we did not have.

    I was too ugly for the woman that hired the girls at school. You had to be pretty to have that job. That's what men wanted. I wasn't good enough to sell. I had to fold laundry or fold boxes, my sisters had money to buy makeup. On the 'good' side, since I did a lot of physical labor I was strong. Had strong hands and strong arms for a girl. I also developed a broad back for a girl and strong thighs. When I stood naked I had small breasts, and wide hips, and a big ass and thick bush. Not material for pictures paid for of some of my friends. But, I liked my body and I liked that I was strong.

    A friend, later I would learn that she was lesbian and that's why she didn't get pregnant in high school, introduced me to body building. There was a gym, in our neighborhood it wasn't much, but a gym and that's where we worked out. I was too oblivious to realize that she worked out with me because she had a sexual interest in me. And she liked solid, hard, women. And as soon as I got there, which was in the eleventh grade, she forced me on a mat and did what girls like her do with girls who don't know what they are.

    She is the one that fixed me up. Her father had a repair shop for trucks and she had money for things like clothes and makeup. She bought me underwear, fresh in a package from Walmart, with a high cut no butt, or thongs that she pulled up tight on me. She spent time shaving me until I was completely shaved, and I shaved her back. We did this almost every day to remain smooth. I learned to like her shaved, and to 'eat' her oyster as she ate mine.

    After high school I got a job as a sales girl at a Jamba Juice in the mall and she got a job selling supplements to girls at the gym. We got thick. Strong. Hard. Defined. When you look like that you wear smaller clothes, so that you can show off your body muscle. Tight shirts, tight shorts and pants, and if you have to wear a skirt or dress, show a lot of thigh. Cleavage we didn't have, we had pecs of a man, with pierced nipples, pierced clits, pierced belly buttons.

    I was 26 when a man 'got ahold of me' and forced his dick in me, down my throat and all. That's how she said it, but I responded to him and I didn't mind having his dick in my mouth. I didn't mind having his dick up my 'c**t'. I gave him my 'ass', so he would have the trifecta. He likes me defined and I workout to look the way he likes. Defined, but he still wants feminine, so easy on the shoulders and upper arms, hard on the belly and the thighs. Defined, kept smooth at a spa. Tiny panties and tiny bras. Better still no panties no bra. I like to show myself to him, I practiced in the mirrors at the club. He gave me a nice apartment and a car. My friend, she was and is upset because I have a man. But she likes my apartment more and she lives with me, and has to sleep in her room when he's around. We both work at the club, I'm a trainer now.

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    # 74856 - by Maria, what else / November 22, 2024
    - When I Was A Kid -
    Straight Female / 42

    I Went Out Alone When I Shouldn't Have And Returned Home Pregnant

    When I was young we lived overseas where my father was the expat manager of a business. We lived in a nice house, and had one car provided by the company. As a kid I went to this private school which catered to expat kids. It was 'good' living.

    But I was fourteen and I needed to get out and wander. It wasn't safe and I was kept indoors and out with driver and the maid. At fourteen that got to me. One afternoon, it was later already, but I snuck out of the gate and walked up the hill to the park that was there. I walked around, really for the first time figuring it out, because the park wasn't safe, especially for a lone teen girl. I walked and walked and poked my nose into the bushes. I was curious. I found a pond and some ducks, and I found a man.

    I went home much the worse for wear. The maid figured out what had happened. My mother came home I was sitting at the kitchen table, and the maid told her. It was an anxious moment. They waited, with me at the table, until my father came home to tell him. A man. And I had gone out alone.

    I had a little brown baby. My mother insisted that I name her Cristina. When we returned to Wisconsin the story is that she was adopted. Cristina grew up as my adopted little sister. Although my mother never stopped me from calling her my baby or telling her I was her mother. Cristina was never phased. At home I was Mommy, outside I was Carla. She referred to my parents as her parents. When along the way in college I met a guy and we got serious I had to bring up the obvious. He listened, but I could see in his eyes that it was over. He never spoke to me again.

    I didn't get married until I was in my early thirties to a more worldly man and I had a baby with him. Cristina was both aunt and sister, and as with everything else it never phased her. Cristina was already a full grown girl, in high school and on the cheer team. One day, she was with some of her friends, and I was over at the house with my baby and she picked up her sister and asked her friends, was she an aunt or a sister? And one of her friends said, you're both silly. Cristina was wide open and all her friends knew I was her mother. And from that day till this one, we dropped all pretensions. Cristina is my baby, my daughter, and I'm her Mommy.

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    # 74831 - by Carla / November 21, 2024
    • - When I Was A Kid -
    Straight Male / 40

    8th Grade Teacher

    Mrs. H was the favorite teacher of all the kids. Especially the boys. She was the youngest, hottest, sexiest teacher in school. She’d be considered thick nowadays. Always wore dresses that showed her sexy legs and huge cleavage. Every boy thought naughty things about her. I was in 8th grade when I experienced her.

    The first things were innocent enough. A little grabbing, tickling and some slight massaging. Then heavy massaging. I loved rubbing her shoulders and looking down her dress. It seemed she always unbuttoned the right buttons so I could get a good look. We started holding hands when we rode together on the bus. She’d always put her head on my shoulder too. I would put her hand on my lap when we held hands. Making sure she could feel my hard on. Hoping she would rub it. She just told me I was bad. She didn’t move her hand either. Which gave me hope.

    Hope prevailed on a trip to the state fair. We spent all day together it seemed like. I couldn’t wait to get back on the bus with her. Unfortunately for her but fortunately for me she was underdressed that day. It was cold and she still wore her little dress and no jacket. It was freezing on the bus ride back. I used my jacket to cover her legs. She gave me a little kiss on the cheek for that. She held my hand and snuggled up to me. After a little while I asked if her legs were still cold. She grabs my hand and put it between her legs and says feel them. I began to rub her leg on instinct and she liked it. Said it felt warm. I kept doing it and slowly moved towards her pussy. She closed her legs and said she couldn’t. But then she slowly opened them again and let me rub her pussy through her panties. Just this once she whispered to me. She kissed me on my neck and held me tight as I slid her panties over and fingered her. We kissed on the lips when she got her hand in my pants. I came almost immediately when she grabbed my dick. She stroked it a few times before we stopped.

    When we got back she stood up and directed everyone to leave. No one could see me rubbing her ass. We were the last ones to leave the bus. We embraced one last time that night. Kissed some more and pulled her tits out to rub them before I had to go. It was the night of my life. So far.

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    # 74797 - by Guy / November 19, 2024
    - When I Was A Kid -
    Straight Female / 34

    Trailer Park Trash All Grown Up

    I grew up in Kentucky, a small town and we lived in a rental trailer, my mother and her boyfriend and me and my brother. We shared a room, with bunkbeds. A lot of kids grew up like us and we talked a lot about hearing our parents getting it on. A lot of us saw them too. My brother was a whacker, he whacked off a lot. He had the bottom bunk and I slept on the top bunk, so when he whacked off I rode the bed until he had whacked off. I saw his dick when it was hard and when he oozed cum out of it. Also when it was soft. He asked me to suck him but I never did.

    One night, it was late I woke up to my Mom calling her boyfriend a son of a bitch. They weren't in their room. I got up and went into the hallway and my mom was across the kitchen table and her boyfriend was fucking her. I must stood there and stared into my Mom's eyes while he fucked her. While I was watching she didn't say anything.

    Most kids where we grew up were sexually active in junior high. It was a real winner to have a boyfriend from high school, but most girls had a boyfriend from one grade up or the same grade. My brother 'sold' me to a boy in his grade and I got held down while he fucked me. It was the same way my Mom got fucked that night in the trailer, over a table. I guess I was supposed to scream or something but I just kept my mouth shut. I had a dick shoved in my mouth by another guy, but I didn't suck him.

    After that I was sexually active. If you had sex you went out. It was that simple. Once I had sex I went on BC so it didn't matter to me when or where I got fucked. I learned to suckoff and took a lot of guys cum in my mouth. I wasn't any more a whore than the other girls and no one cared. In our little corner of the woods that's how you belonged at school.

    My brother went into the Army after he graduated and I finally got a room for myself. I put my mattress on the bottom bunk, because his was stained with his cum. Mine had stains, but they were mine from my periods. My mother's mattress was also stained. When people tossed a mattress out they were always stained. Blood and cum. Blood and cum. Lots of cum.

    I worked at the water treatment plant as a clerk. A guy there had the hots for me but I kept myself away from him. I never expected to escape from him, but I made it last as long as I could. I took it with grace, mouth shut, held onto the other side of the work table in the shop and he fucked away until he had to quit. He never was able to cum. He left me alone after that.

    My brother had fun in the Army where all the guys whacked off. He learned to like cock there and gave up his cherry to some guy from Oregon. He came home gayer than gay. A regular cock sucker. My mother's boyfriend exposed him one night, forced his cock in his mouth and my brother went on and sucked him dry. They had an understanding after that. I'll say it now, my mother's boyfriend never got me. Never. But he wanted to when I got old enough to be hot.

    I ran away with a guy I met at work. He was a junior welder and he said he could get a better job in the oilfield in Louisiana, he had a friend there. I went with him, anyplace was better than where I grew up. We lived in an apartment. We got married and I got a certification as an LVN at the local college. And that's what I work as now. I like my job and the people are decent at the hospital. My husband got certified as a welder so he could work on high pressure vessels. Between the two of us we make a nice wage and have a house.

    Oh, I still give it to him over the kitchen table. Except we don't have kids who want to watch.

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    # 74792 - by Melanie / November 19, 2024
    - When I Was A Kid -
    Bi-Sexual Female / 30

    When You Grow Up Like We Did You Are Always First Girlfriends

    I'm what might be called a poor little rich kid. My parents were rich and I was raised by a nanny. She's still around and followed me after I got married. I wanted to get married, be the mom and housewife. My mother wasn't the best example. She is now a retired psychiatrist, teaching. My father is a gyno guy, still practicing. Me, I am an only child, perhaps a mistake, certainly a bother.

    As a kid I had access to my dad's college books, and they are very explicit. I knew more about the clitoris than my sex ed teacher. Maybe because I also liked my clit and played with it since I was eleven. My mother classified me as precocious. At one point me and a friend got a book of my fathers and we explored our region, bit by bit, until we had identified every part of our sex organs, including our anus and that part between the perineum. It's not my fault she decided to kiss my clit or that I kissed her clit afterwards. We were twelve and barely menstruating.

    As we got tits we sucked tits. I mean felt them up and sucked them. We also fingered and touched our anus. It was there and sensitive. We found that light touching of our perineum was exotic and made us want to have our vagina poked deep and often. We spent a lot of time with our female parts, our pussies. We both got pretty hairy by the time we were fourteen, We didn't know anything about shaving or much less waxing, just a hairy bush. Because she had become hairy her mother taught her about shaving her bikini area for the summer. You can do that? Of course you can, but lick me first and then we'll shave each other.

    We aren't technically lesbians. Not according to my mother's psychiatry text books. There are whole chapters about young girls experimenting, And my mother's notes about that being better than getting pregnant. My mother never did stop us or try to persuade us against it, as long as we were licking each other we weren't getting pregnant. Needless to say I have had a fixation on my sex organs since I first discovered my clitoris. She does too, it comes with playing around like we did. As to our tits, well we both grew real bona fide tits by the ninth grade. Nothing better than being held in her arms from behind with her hands on my tits, and feeling her tits in my back.

    We intentionally only dated casually, we did not allow boys to feel us up or for that matter kiss us. Not even for prom, the boys went home to masturbate, they did not get pussy. In college we were buddies, and talked a lot about boys and when that was going to happen. We saw girls necking and having their tits felt up and more than one with a hand down their pants. But we did nothing. When one boy masturbated in front of us all it did was confirm we were never letting a dick in our mouth.

    Well it happened. I suppose you can't prevent it. For me it was pants down over the tailgate of a pickup at a party. It was unpleasant and awful. For her it was guy visiting campus and slammed down on a bed beside his friend and another girl. Which was worse? I guess being pollinated beside another girl. We both graduated without boyfriends, and with only that once on our resume. We ate pussy, that's what we did in college. Eating pussy was everything, why get dicked when you can eat pussy?

    We left college intent on getting married. We talked a lot about baggage, ex wives and children. We both knew that for us it had to be an older man, in his late thirties or forties. Fifteen, twenty years, was the right age gap we were looking for. I married a doctor, go figure. He was divorced with three children. I was 27 and he was 45 when we got married and I gained three teen age step children. As for my friend she married a business guy, also divorced with children. We live in the same town and when it gets frustrating we can always get down and eat pussy. Even after we both have had children.

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    # 74788 - by Jen / November 19, 2024
    - When I Was A Kid -
    Straight Male / 29

    The Day A Boy Came Over After School And I Was Home Alone

    I was unsupervised after school. I also had chores to do, housekeeping and starting dinner. I met this guy when I was at Dairy Queen with friends over the weekend. He showed up at my house after school. I let him in which was a disobedience. He got my panties off from under my dress, and trapped me in my mother's room. The act itself was on her bed, and the sex stain on her bedspread.

    When my mother got home she found me in shorts and an inside out Tshirt. She saw the sex stain on her bedspread. I got the third degree and denied that anything happened. She found his wallet on the floor by the refrigerator. She put 2 and 2 together, telling me she'd been chased around herself, but it looked like he caught me.

    I had no choice but to confess.

    I got my butt spanked with a wooden spoon and grounded for two weeks.

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    # 74785 - by Becky / November 19, 2024
    • - When I Was A Kid -
    Straight Male / 53

    My First Date Was With My Mom

    When I was a teen learning to drive, my mom (divorced) was teaching me to drive. My Mom was a bit of a drinker and we'd stop at a corner gas station to gas up and I'd buy her a big fountain coke. She'd dump some rum in her drink and we'd cruise around town.

    My mom and I had a close relationship and she'd often call me the "man of the house". After I got my license, I was so excited because I could start car dating girls. My mom told me that she'd be my first date.

    So on a Saturday night, she decided that we should go on a "date" to the local drive in movie. She was a big Paul Newman fan and they were playing a Newman double feature. As soon as we got parked she sent me to the concession stand to but sodas. When I got back she dumped about half the soda out and pulled a flask from her purse and mixed herself a drink.

    We could see the couple in the car in front of us and the girl slid over next to the guy and my mom saw them and she slid over next to me. She cuddled up next to me reminding me that she was my "date".

    After she had a few gulps of her drink, we noticed that the couple in front of us was getting kind of busy, if you know what I mean. She grabbed my hand and put my arm around her shoulder and we snuggled up closer.

    After a few minutes the couple started to slide down lower in the seat and the girl's head disappeared. I asked my mom if she saw what was going on and she said she was watching them too. She slid down a little and put her face against my neck and started to nibble on my neck. I was thinking this really is a date when she lifted up her shirt and put my hand on her braless breast. She laughed and told me she hoped I was taking notes on car dating at the drive-in.

    She kept gulping down the rum and coke and I flinched when she put her hand on my thigh and started massaging it. I was almost trembling when started to unzip my jeans. She laughed and told me that half the guys in here were probably getting hand jobs as she pulled my hard cock out.

    As she started to stroke my cock, she asked me if I was enjoying my first date and I told her I couldn't believe what was happening. She again reminded me that most of the people here were doing the same thing or even more. "Like what" ? I asked and she lowered her head and took my cock in her mouth and started bobbing her head up and down. "Like this " she laughed.

    She stopped and fumbled in her purse and pulled out a condom and told me these were a must for dating at the drive in. She slipped the condom on my hard cock and slowly worked her head up and down, pausing and asking me if It felt good. When she went back to work on my young hard cock I shook violently and unloaded my cum . As she stroked my cock slowly, she snuggled up to my neck and told me this was every boy's dream at the drive-in movie.

    Whenever I started to date girls from school, when I came home she'd ask me if I had scored or how far I'd gotten with my date. It took me months to find a date, that was like my first date with my mom. In the next year or so, my relationship with my mom turned into full blown sex until I went into the military.

    But I could never forget my "First Date".

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    # 74770 - by John J. / November 19, 2024
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