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I was at a gay bath house, 18, and he was in his early twenties. My first time topping was with a power bottom, so I wasn't really topping most of the time per se.

He put the condom on me, lubed it and himself up, and then lowered himself onto my dick. Reflexively, I arched my back because it felt so good and I wanted to go in deeper, but obviously he wasn't all the way loose yet, so it hurt him. He pushed my stomach down, told me to hold on, and then eventually got my dick all the way in.

Then he pinned my arms next to my head, and proceeded to fuck me with wild abandon while giving me three massive hickeys on my neck. He came hands free (I think) onto my stomach, then asked if I had came yet. I hadn't, so I requested he flip over on his back. I pounded him for a couple short minutes until I came in him, pulled out, and then took the condom off. We cuddled for a few minutes before parting ways.

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[–]rainbownerd 4 points 3 days ago (4|0)

I was a virgin. My boyfriend was a top, but agreed to let me try topping.

Now he's a bottom. Damn, I'm good. ;)

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[–]Speednuts 3 points 4 days ago (4|1)

I was 14 and my parents had just gotten the Internet. I had worn my dick raw jamming over slow loading .jpgs when I found a very early iteration of Squirt, that said there was a cruisy truck stop on the freeway near my house. Out of my mind with horniness, I convinced myself it was a good idea to ride my bike 45+ minutes there to see what was happening.

I got there mid-afternoon on a Saturday and went down the trails behind the parking lot as the website suggested. There were quite a few guys wandering around, and I remember feeling really weirded out that a lot of times they would turn right around when they saw me and start following. As much as I wanted to do something with a guy, these guys being so eager to talk to me scared me.

After a few hours of wandering around, mostly just trying to lose men tailing me, I found a secluded little corner between two fallen trees. I sat on one for a minute before an older guy (40ish?) joined me. He asked me "How's your day going?" to which I replied "Um I… I'm just uh... It's nice out... I don't..."

He grabbed at my crotch and as nervous as I was, I was stiff as a board. After a bit of fumbling he pulled out my dick and started yanking at it. It wasn't what I thought it would be at all. Instead of feeling good and sexy and right, I was terrified. He had his joint out and it was much larger than mine and I was certain he was going to knock me over and tear me open with it.

Instead he bent over and spit on my cock. Straight up spit on it like it had just insulted his mother. He stroked it a few times, turned, and backed up onto it. It felt like pressure and heat and like sticking my dick into the neck of a beer bottle. I wasn't even all the way in before I started to come. I pulled up my pants and dashed out off the woods, jumped on my bike and peddled home as fast as I could. There were tears streaming down my face and a big wet spot on the front of my shorts. I knew then I was gay. And for a long time, I hated it.

TL;DR: Fucked an older man at a truck stop when I was a boy, not my best decision.

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[–]splungey 1 point 1 day ago (1|0)

You realise you were abused, right?

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[–]Speednuts 1 point 1 day ago (1|0)

I do now. It's something that I've come to terms with.

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[–]n_gean_eary 5 points 4 days ago (5|0)

Dude, I'm so sorry

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