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My childhood was not your normal, typical childhood. As most kids were chumming around with others, I ended up spending most of my time at home, or with my dad or uncles. Interestingly enough, I went a number of times with my dad to his favorite hangout; a friend of his operated a gas station that was frequented by truckers. So, by the age of 13, I had been exposed to every known word in the book, along with stealing some glances at the magazines that they had there. Seemed like some of them used used “fuck” for every other word coming out of their mouths. Needless to say, this left me with an idle curiosity of women as a whole.

As I grew older, my dad started taking me on jobs with him; he ran an air conditioning business on the side. One of his clients was the apartment complex next to the high school I was going to. I’d go with him on these jobs, helping him out with the ladders, installing Freon, swapping out compressors, etc. Occasionally, we’d have to go into the apartments to make sure that the air conditioner would kick on and cool down the apartments.

Well, one day there was a problem with the air conditioner in apartment #2301. Needless to say, since it was a saturday, I went with dad to help him. We’d went to the apartment manager’s office to get the work order, and then proceeded to the apartment. When we got there, we found that there was a leak on the roof, and that it would require only a small soldering job, along with filling up the unit with more Freon. After doing this, we went down to the apartment itself, and knocked on the door. A woman, I’d say in her late twenties, answered the door. We told her that we had worked on the air conditioner, and wanted to check to make sure that it was cooling her apartment. She invited us in, and let us go to the thermostat. My dad started to play with the controls, as I just scanned my eyes around the room. She seemed to be into computers, and music (which was my pastime; I was programming in three different languages, and enjoyed computer music/synthesizers). We started to get into a conversation, and then wouldn’t you know — dad said all looked okay and that we should go. As we were leaving, the girl gave me a slip of paper. Not thinking anything about it, I put it into my pocket.

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This is a story about my first time with a women. It starts at my house and where I lived with my grandmother ever since my mother had died 5 years earlier. I was 18 at the time and had been jacking off for quite a while by then at least 3-4 years one day my grandmother was doing the laundry and out of the blue said I wish you do you boy stuff in the bathroom and not get it on the sheets all the time. I didn’t say anything just turned beet red.

From then on I was careful not to get any cum on the sheets if possible sometimes id wake up from a dream and have cum though and id try to wipe the sheets but it was IM possible to get the cum out. I was a normal 16 year old id never had any pussy and it was all I thought about id fantasize about every girl and women I thought was sexy which was probably all of them at that age.

I did do my boy stuff in the bathroom a lot as my grandmother called it. And one day I had been in there for maybe 5 minutes and just ran in to drain a huge hard on I had I sat down and leaned back feet on the bath tub in front of me and was stroking my cock and could feel the cum building in my balls and body I knew it wouldn’t be long until I shot a load all over my belly.

When all of a sudden the door comes open and my grandmother was standing there with a laundry basket.she had come to get the dirty laudry from the hamper and there I sat stretched out stroking my 8 incher for all I was worth she didn’t even flinch she said oh sorry let me know when your done. And turned and walked out shutting the door behind her.

I was so embarrassed I thought I had locked that door what an idiot I am. When I came out which I didn’t want to do to face her she said sit down for a minute I want to talk to you. I did I thought she was going to bitch me out. But she started out by saying she was sorry she didn’t know I was in there and its a natural thing for boys my age and asked if id mind answering some questions for her ? I told her no…

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It was a last minute decision, but I decided to go camping with my boyfriend for the weekend. My name is Lisa and I have been dating my boyfriend for 2 years. I’m still a virgin at 18, but I’ve done lots of oral sex with him. I told my parents that I would be staying at my best friends house for the weekend.

I snuck off later that day and we headed up north. When we got there we set up the tent first and then built a fire and cuddled as we talked about random things. It was a beautiful night and the stars were out, I wished on a couple shooting stars before heading to the tent. Jay said he would be in after he put the fire out. I went to the tent and decided that tonight was the night. I quickly stripped down to my bra (36C) and matching panties and snuggled under the covers. Jay came in and got into some basketball shorts and got under the covers with me. He leaned over and kissed me goodnight and then went to his side.

We laid there holding hands, I got a chill and immediately my nipples were hard. It was perfect. I took his hand and placed it on my tit. He ran his fingers in circles around my nipple, I could help but giggle. I leaned in closer and started kissing him, letting my tongue roam his mouth. I lifted my leg over one side of him and then strattled over top of him. As we kissed I slowly started to grind into his cock. Rubbing my wet pussy back and forth over it. I started to feel it get harder and harder. I took my bra off and his hands shot up and grabbed my tits. I leaned forward and he started to suck on my nipple softly.

He laid me on my back and I pulled his shorts and boxers off. He kneeled by my head and I took the tip of his cock in my mouth. I flicked my tongue back and forth gentle and then licked his shaft up and down. I put it back in my mouth and started to suck it gently moving my head up and down. He started to move his hips and fuck my mouth. I reached up around his neck and brought him to my lips. I ran my tongue over his lips and kissed him. I whispered in his ears, “I’m ready Jay, fuck me. I want your cock so bad.” He smiled.

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When I met Jon he was just past chubby, melted down into a lithe boy who was starting to show signs of man. He was a young man the way a colt is part gangly animal and part magical apparition. He wore his awkwardness like a beetle wears its shell, to cover up the soft inside.

He was my highschool friend. He sometimes flirted with me, just to practice. I watched him hesitating on the cusp of growing up. If he had been more self-assured I would have been smitten, and if I had been any more self-assured I’d have taken him — easy, the way his hormones were trembling and threatening to spill over, like water from a glass. But I was not the one he chose for his first affair.

Mr. White had just been hired to teach at the highschool. He was on a three-year contract, and that was all the longer he would stay, because teachers like him are never hired back. He must have interviewed in his one regular suit — he’d never have gotten the job dressed the way he usually did, in old, old clothes, antique three-piece suits and wire-rimmed glasses and a watch and chain. He was hired to teach drama, of course — that’s probably why they let him slip by — and English.

He looked English, actually, like a headmaster at a shabby third cousin of Eton. He had bright, lavishly-lashed eyes and a mustache that curled. No one in our remote little town had never seen anything like him. He was like a time traveler who had taken a very wrong stop. He could not have been expected to have anything in common with a bunch of ranchers’ sons and daughters. Nevertheless a few of us had determined that we were not going to be hicks. We were over him like flies on honey.

Jon was skittish around Mr. White from the start, manic even. For about a week he joined the other boys, raving about what a fruit and a faggot the new teacher was. But by the end of the second week of school he had arranged to join three extracurricular clubs — the Thespians, the school paper, and a modern novel study group — so he could be near him.

On any given day Jon could be found before class, after class, and often at lunch in Mr.White’s room. I knew that because I was in the habit of dropping by at those times myself. Of all the students who clustered around the new teacher, I was the closest to understanding just why he seemed so odd. He was so completely different from any other man I’d ever known, in his eccentricity so sweet and strange, that of course I began cruising him almost right away. I was just learning that having sex with a person could teach me things about them and about myself, and I was sure Mr. White was a wealth of things I wanted to know.

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I turn the corner and walk through the doors into the library. I stop and listen for any familiar voices in the general area. No one. Pushing the button on my watch, I listen for what time it is. “Seven twenty-four, p.m.” Good, I’m early. I walk to an empty table, fold up my cane, sit down and wait.

Five minutes later, I hear someone walk up to my table. “Hello, Tom. Been waiting long?” It’s my study partner, Christine. I’d recognize that silky voice anywhere.

“No, I just got here.”

We get out our books, and I put my tape recorder on the table. After about a half hour of studying, I hear noise coming from one of the small public rooms. I ask Chris if she could see what it was, and she leaves the table to check.

“It’s a science fiction club. They meet here every Thursday,” she says upon returning.

“Oh. Well, their movie is too loud for me to concentrate. Perhaps we could find somewhere else to study.”

“Hmmm. Well, my roommate has her boyfriend over tonight. Not the best atmosphere for studying right now, How about your place?”

I think for a second, trying to remember how clean my apartment is. “I guess that’ll work. I live three blocks from here.”

“Ok, let’s go.” We pack up our stuff and leave. “Would you like me to lead you?” she asks as I start to get out my cane. I gladly accept, and we begin walking down the street.

The feel of the skin on her arm under my fingers is strangely stimulating. I’ve never felt such soft smooth texture. She quickly notices the way I’m touching her.

“Ooh. What are you doing? That feels good.”

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