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When I Was A Kid
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Straight Male / 59
Remembering A Special Time Growing Up
During my teen years my parents were attached to the Canadian Embassy in Costa Rica. I went to the local international school. I was in the eighth grade and a classmate invited me to their family coffee farm. We went swimming in the swimming pool and then went to the room I was going to share with him that night. He took his trunks off and his penis was hard. He slapped it with his hand and it bounced back to its original place. He asked me to slap it, I slapped it side to side. I had never touched another boy's penis. It was exciting.
He walked over to me and pushed me down on my bed, stood over me until he was able to touch my face with his penis. Not a word, soon he had his penis against my lips and my mouth opened and he pushed his penis in. Instinctively I started to suck, and soon running my tongue up and down his shaft, holding his penis in my hand. How long? A long time until his penis started spitting at me.
We had dinner, we were served desert on the patio by the pool. After dinner we got back in our swim trunks, I sucked his penis again before going to the pool for a moonlit swim. That night he called me to his bed where I sucked on his penis while he held my penis and jerked me off. He then had me lie face down on the bed and he got on my back rubbing his penis in my crack until he was rock hard. He pushed against my hole driving his penis in me, no lube, just a hard penis and me spreading and positioning myself for his penis to enter. I had tears in my eyes, trembling, he pumped and came in me.
At school everyone found out I was a queer kid, that I sucked his penis and loved being fucked. I was the queer, not him. I serviced him, I was his bitch, whatever he asked I did. I sucked his penis in the restroom, and he fucked me in front of two boys who reported it was true, I was a queer. We left Costa Rica at the end of the ninth grade.
Facebook and social media has found me, and lit up my memories of those years in Costa Rica. Other than that experience I have not gone queer. But these resurrected memories are sweet memories of growing up.
He walked over to me and pushed me down on my bed, stood over me until he was able to touch my face with his penis. Not a word, soon he had his penis against my lips and my mouth opened and he pushed his penis in. Instinctively I started to suck, and soon running my tongue up and down his shaft, holding his penis in my hand. How long? A long time until his penis started spitting at me.
We had dinner, we were served desert on the patio by the pool. After dinner we got back in our swim trunks, I sucked his penis again before going to the pool for a moonlit swim. That night he called me to his bed where I sucked on his penis while he held my penis and jerked me off. He then had me lie face down on the bed and he got on my back rubbing his penis in my crack until he was rock hard. He pushed against my hole driving his penis in me, no lube, just a hard penis and me spreading and positioning myself for his penis to enter. I had tears in my eyes, trembling, he pumped and came in me.
At school everyone found out I was a queer kid, that I sucked his penis and loved being fucked. I was the queer, not him. I serviced him, I was his bitch, whatever he asked I did. I sucked his penis in the restroom, and he fucked me in front of two boys who reported it was true, I was a queer. We left Costa Rica at the end of the ninth grade.
Facebook and social media has found me, and lit up my memories of those years in Costa Rica. Other than that experience I have not gone queer. But these resurrected memories are sweet memories of growing up.
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