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When they pulled over and asked where I was headed I always said the next city straight down the same street, it was unincorporated and woodsy and a lot of dirt roads, plus no cops or really anyone. I was 14 when I let older men molest me willingly, I wanted them to fondle me and suck my cock and touch theirs, In the summer I wore really short cut offs, right at the crotch line, tight button fly jeans, no undies either, just enough length that my cock didn’t flop out unknowingly, but sitting on a seat was another thing, there always was just enough to see that I had a cock and no underwear and was hairless, nobody cared and girls and guys looked, but in public what could they do? But as a preteen hitchhiking with them tight short cut offs was impossible from it exposing itself considering I always got a hard on anticipating the new found sexual experiences with older men. If this offends you please cease reading it for it was written to others who have had the same experiences and like it. It was my first kıss and romantic gay relationship all on one fabulous emotional roller coaster ride!įor some of the best online sass, be sure to connect with Scott on his Instagram.Notice this is almost all true, I was not molested or harmed and I was the one who sought out gay sex with an older male, thou it is illegal it was not done in the context of a criminal act, but the curiosity of a young boy who was sexually interested in gay sex and a young male who had experienced the same while at the age I was and was a decent man who helped me experience a normal human behavior and allowed me to discover the sexual pleasures of gay sex, yes I am gay, a fagot cum sucker who loves to suck cock However, I must have been quite an incredible fling because I was able to change his mind and we managed to have a relationship. To me, it was a whole other story – I fell for him in a big way and it was hard knowing he wanted nothing to do with me after our weekend together. Though we had a wonderful weekend together, to him, I was just another fling. Thanks to all the “online educational sources”(!) that I spent my teenage years learning, I was able to make do and make him happy that evening. I was so inexperienced, and trembling like crazy! Maybe I was just lost in that ecstatic moment from our kıss because I can't for the life of me remember how we ended up in his bed. I didn't have to tell him that I was still pure, he knew right away as soon as we kıssed for the first time. You can connect with Juan and see Colombia from a local's perspective on his Instagram. So, all hell broke loose for both of us, but that’s another story. Sadly, that day my brother’s friends were camping near the river, saw the whole thing and told our families. That kıss confirmed to me at the time, who I was, and who I am today! I still remember avoiding coming out of the water to hide my visible boner from him. It was sweet, awkward, passionate, private, all at once. Finally, after looking into each other’s eyes for a while, with my heart racing and finding it hard to remain calm, I leaned over to him. We played around, wrestled, and laughed a lot. We found a private spot to leave our stuff then went into the river.
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This was something which we'd often do with friends so we both knew it wouldn't raise any suspicions with our families. The exciting tension between us kept growing until it became unbearable! So one day, we decided to hang out by the river. The more we chatted, the more we found we had in common. The next time he came to deliver a package to our house, he handed me, with a smirk, a small note with his phone number written on it! Next thing I know, he started to ask people about me. Our eyes met, and a spark just ignited itself. But one day, this delivery boy about my age came with a package for my mother.