I was nine years old and sitting alone in a theater. As the movie progressed a man sat next to me. Within minutes I felt a hand on my thigh and it was a warm and gentle feeling. I just sat there as the hand sl,only moved upward toward my crotch. Since I had recently discovered my own sexuality, I found it enjoyable to have some stranger put his hand on a place only I had began to manipulate.
He unzipped my pants, reached into my briefs and began softly stroking my penis. I didn't know why all this didn't seem strange or scary to me, I only know it felt wonderful to have someone else touch me. I rose slightly from my seat as the stranger pulled down my pants and briefs. My little nine year old cock was as stiff as a broomhandle. He ducked down and began to suck my dick. Oh, it was wonderful. Then he began reaching under my butt and put his middle finger on my virgin asshole. He worked it inside and, within minutes, I had my first real orgasm. He got up from his seat and left me with a smile on my face and the job of pulling up my own pants. I didn't know if anyone saw anything and I didn't care. I had discovered real SEX!
That night stayed with me and I often found myself in darkened theaters all through grade and high school. There were a number of men who liked to treat themselves to my body. When I was a junior in high school a man who had been rubbing my crotch asked if I would go across the street to his apartment. I was intrigued and a little nervous, but I thought this might be a chance for something more than quick, anonymous sex in the dark.
When we got into his studio apartment, he made drinks for us and I had my first taste of Rum and Coke. Two drinks later, we were naked and sitting on the edge of his bed. His arm was around me and he turned and kissded me full on the lips. Then he began to play with my breasts, as he told me how cute I was and how he like my lack of body hair. We laid back on the bed and his hands roamed all over me, sending meinto a new high of arousal. He said to turn over on my stock and then began licking me from my ankles up to my butt. When he reach there, he parted my cheeks and began to tongue my asshole. Yikes! I came immediately.
He told me to lay there and went for some Vaseline, which he began to rub into me. One finger----two fingers---finally, three fingers were slowly stretching me. Then he placed a pillow under my belly, parted my legs further and moved into position. The next thing I knew, his cock was poking at my hole---and it hurt! We laid there for a minute or two and then he began to slowly push into me. When the head of his cock entered me, I let out a yelp. He waited and then began to slowly move in and out of my body. It took at least ten minutes for his seven inches to be fully inside me. Oh, it was heaven. He must have slow-fucked me for at least a half hour before he unloaded a huge amount of cum deep inside me. He laid his body on mine and we stayed that way until we both caught our breath. I hated to feel him pull out of me and I made a date to be with him every week. My fucking by him lasted all the way through high school.
As I headed off for college and real freedom I began to realize I was beyond gay. I felt there was something lacking, something I desperately needed.
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