
Originally Posted by
KDaddy23
Giving this more thought, I see that my early experiences eclipse my adult experiences because in seven short years, I'd had sex with guys in almost every way it could be done and in places that, as an adult, I wouldn't think about - and then, wondering what the hell I was thinking about back then. What I call "The Specter of Gayness" hung over the times like a wet, moldy blanket and inducing a lot of fears that I was told about but didn't understand - then I got introduced to dick and now I didn't understand why this was supposed to be all bad and horrible. It wasn't so much an attraction to guys as much as it was another way I'd learned to have sex and, yeah, when you get a mouthful of warm cum, you tend to get hooked and you want more and I didn't have a problem getting all that I could get and even from, ah, sources I probably shouldn't have but no regrets and it's all water under a lot of bridges.
One of the reasons why I say that I miss the good old days is that, back then, finding a guy to do something with was stupidly easy and especially with guys who were chasing girls and unable to catch them or, if the caught them, they didn't get the prize for catching them, leaving them high, dry, and with painful balls and... that's where I came in. Back then, I would rarely, if ever, pass up a chance to get some dick where today, you just have to be mindful and careful about who you get naked with but, in reality, that's not any different than it was back in the day because some of the lessons learned are that there are some guys you should just say no to and never, ever have sex with them.
Compared to my adult life, my adult life is tame and chaste... and those two words do not describe me at all. The thrill of doing the unspeakable; the risk taken of getting caught in the act and by adults who would beat the shit out of you - then take you home so you could get beat some more. The rush of having a guy's prick in your mouth or that moment when he's pushing it into your hole and you think, "Damn, he's big..." as he gets it in you then fucks you until he cums. The... disconnect that can be felt as you watch yourself pushing your dick into a place that everyone considers to be forbidden, dirty, filthy, nasty, all that bad stuff; hearing him gasp, then moan or trying not to laugh when he's told you that he can take it but you get the head in him and he's screaming for you to take it out.
It was just better when I was younger. Easier. More carefree. After my first experience with that adult dick, I had asked myself the question, "How can something everyone says is so bad feel so good?" and it took me a little while to find the answer: It feels good because it's supposed to feel good - and because sex is supposed to feel good.
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