Since I have been visiting Hip Forums, I am learning alot about my sexuality. I see most people here are younger then myself. I am learning I am more abnormal then I thought. I started having oral sex with my boy cousin when we were 12. I also started having oral sex with the neighbor boy the same age as me at this time also. Neather boy knew I was doing it with the other. I shared sex with these two boys till we were 18. We all dated girls in school. So it's not like we were gay. We used each other for sexual relief. I was 19 when I first had intercourse with a woman.
due to religious reasons I did not when I was young, now I regret it somewhat. I thought of it as a drug that I did not want to get addicted to, maybe it still is a drug, who knows? I knew I would get attached to the partner emotionally and I did not want that.
I was 18 years old, turned 18 about two months before. I found myself alone with my friend's mom and well being attracted to her since I was 16 I decided to take my oppertunity. I don't regret it, she is one helluva fuck buddy
If you count being molested age, 5! but willingly I was 11. a little too young , and I kinda do regret it a lot, considering the guy was much older.
I've told this story on other discussions here, but it's worth sharing again. By age 15, I became quite adept at flirting and tossing an artful innuendo. The girls thought I was attractive, too. Problem was, I was absolutely terrified of rejection, and never had the nerve to go for it. It didn't help that I never lived with any privacy -- roommates, dorm rooms, family, etc. Anyway, the years rolled by and I turned 21 with several frustrated girlfriends (I'm sure) behind me. Sure did a lot of groping, but never got past the smelly finger stage. Fast forward to my college days. My "man about town" personna served me well enough to get me elected president of the statewide collegiate journalism association. The group's secretary was a brown-eyed blond, Carole, who gave me long admiring looks, probably thinking I was a man of power and wisdom. Boy, was she wrong! So we ended up in her living room eating Chinese take out one night, eventually swapping spit and molesting each other on her couch, and there I was once again -- stuck being afraid. Being more experienced than me, she simply blurted out the obvious, suggesting we go into the bedroom, thinking that I'd show her a good time with my "worldly" experience. Naked in bed, I finally admitted that I had never done it before. She was moved by my innocence, but also disappointed. She pulled me on top of her, I did my thing, and she went off to sleep on the sofa, presumably so she could get herself off. Funny thing is I located her some 30 years later and asked her if she remembered that night. She said she did, but also recalled that I was a fumbling idiot. LOL.
