I had my first Gay experience when I was 14. It was with a boy who was sixteen, who had come to visit his aunt for two weeks. He was blond and really good looking, and all of the girls in the neighborhood eally liked him. Rick acted kind of bored with that, and the two of us started hanging around together. One day we went up to this woodsy area not far from where I lived, and there was a creek. It was hot, and nobody was around, so just for fun we took off our clothes and got naked. After about ten minutes, Rick started to get a boner. He didn't act at al emabarrassed about it, and I started to get a boner, too. It was kind of fun not having to be all shy and self-conscious about, and it felt good having our dicks hard together like that.
For fun, he slipped his hand down and started to feel mine, telling me what a nice one I had. I felt his too, and thought that was pretty neat gettng to do that with another boy, which something I never had done before. Anyway, we were feeling pretty friendly and he kissed me. I was a little surprised, but it was fun and kind of daring, and sort of liked it, so I kissed him back. We sa there and felt each other's dick and kissed some more. He admitted how he liked doing that sometimes with his friends back home, and told me that he was glad that he was getting to do that with me. I said how I was enjoying it. We continued to make out.
Then, he put some saliva on the swollen head of his boner and got me to turn around. I really didn't know what he wanted to do. The next thing that I knew, I could feel the firmness of his dick pressing against my butt hole. He pushed a little, and he went in. I was surprised, but it was too late to object. He started to poke his dick in me, managing to get just maybe an inch of it in. The sensation of him doing that really excited me and made my boner super hard. He fucked for for maybe two minutes, and then he started coming in me. That got me so excited that I ejaculated, too. Afterwards he was all grins over having done that to me, and I felt sort of put out, because he hadn't said what he was planning to do, and I felt like I had been raped, and was kind of upset that I had just really been fucked by another boy.
Later, I started to get over being upset, and when I thought about it, it was quite a turn on. The next day we got back together and everything was okay. Then the day after that, he asked if I wanted to do it again. I agreed, and I let him fuck me a second time, and I really enjoyed it. While he was there, I let him fuck me about a dozen more times and I loved it. It was three more years, hopwever, before I did anything with another guy.