This Anon author introduced the option for us to share this on the BS Blog or here. I feel it is valid here since he is sharing a story with his very direct feelings on the events from his past. I would entertain a few opinions on your assessment.
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My relationship with guys got turned up a notch in the restroom of a movie theater. I was 14 and horny. I went to the restroom for the specific purpose of jacking off. It was a Thursday night which the theater called Student night. Kids and college students could get in for 50 cents and watch old "G" and "PG" features.
While I was in the restroom a guy came in. Somehow, over a period of several minutes, the two of us started playing kind of coy and got careless about hiding our erect dicks. I didn't know him from my school, although he looked High School age. So I was guessing he might be just starting college.
Actually the college was a small and conservative church-run school. Some of the boys were studying to be preachers. The students were religious and moral and “nice.” So what this guy and I were doing was quite surprising.
I guess he got tired of just standing at a urinal. He put his dick away and started for the door. On
the way out of the restroom he whispered, “Back row of the balcony.”
Should I? Or shouldn’t I? You know the answer. I’d never had a sexual “date” with another guy although I did have some mutual jacking experience from church camp. This possible college guy looked completely “safe.” I let him get a head start and then followed.
When he saw me climbing the steps past the empty rows of balcony seats he gave me a little wave and patted the seat right next to him. Almost immediately we pulled out our boners and took turns examining and playing with each other. I was seriously stiff as a result. My unknown friend began pumping me, moving slow and taking his time. He brought me almost to the sensation of a climax approaching, when I decided I should return the favor. I leaned against the armrest and began jacking him.
Within seconds he spread his knees, pulled his feet under his seat and slid forward. “Coming!” he
whispered urgently. “I’m coming!”
He did exactly that, blasting a big load onto the back of the seat ahead of him. I started banging my own pecker. “I’ll do you,” he said, reaching over to pump me even though he’d already shot.
The result of this chance meeting was that we both had the pleasure of getting our nuts off with a companion. And it became a regular habit, mutually seeking relief in the dark balcony. Sometimes we dropped our pants so we could do a more thorough job of tickling and arousing each other.
I was there watching for him the next Thursday, and he was there watching for me. It was a relief
to see him because I was afraid it had been just a fluke happening. His name was Jeff. He was real nice to me.
I never never picked up the slightest hint of danger or abuse. We were simply two guys on the same frequency. After we shot our loads Jeff would go downstairs to get popcorn and cokes for us and we sat together watching the movie. Sometimes he’d take me for ice cream after the show.
We were jacking pals all the rest of that year. If somebody was hanging out in the balcony we’d find another place to fire our loads. Whenever we parted Jeff would say “See you next week, stud.”
I remember Jeff very fondly. I have said before on here that I disliked grown men. But the age difference between Jeff and me (five or six years) was completely meaningless. He was just another horny guy.
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I think many of us have had at least one of these types of experiences I don't mean in the theater but I mean anywhere. If we haven't had that type of mutual experience then most if not all of us remember the first time we had a solo experience that resulted in orgasm. The truth is that a lot of people don't like talking about it and a lot of people are uncomfortable hearing about it seeing as most first time experiences whether solo or mutual tend to happen when we are at very young ages roughly 11 to 13 years old. Every now and then you can get people to talk about those moments, I know that this isn't the only website that has ever existed to explore these moments. Aside from the previous now defunct blog that was called First Experiences you can find these tales on various message boards you can even find people on YouTube describing their earliest sexual experiences including their first solo ejaculation. I remember a message board thread that became very popular until a small but vocal group of people started pleading for it to be taken down because they were "uncomfortable" with the content. All of the content was people describing their own experiences, none of it dealt with the authors committing illegal acts and yet it was still too risque to stay up. All of these forums, blogs and websites (and YouTube videos) may come and go but the experiences that supply them will never stop.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was in College we had an assignment for an oral report about an unforgettable life experience. Some people chose things that were very poignant like the loss of a family member, others were funny such as one guy I remember talking about the first time he ate a Chicago Style Pizza, some were touching like the birth of a child. I did mine about my last day of High School. One guy wrote his about his first ejaculation the professor told him it was inappropriate. He was a weird guy not creepy just eccentric weird, we all advocated for him essentially making the argument that we were all adults. We won and he told a very poetic story about his first ejaculation but never once used explicit words. He never said cum or any common variation thereof, didn't mention penis or erections but it was still clear what he was talking about. He just read this very poetic piece and we all clapped at the end. We also spontaneously began sharing our own stories right there in the classroom. We all laughed about it, the professor told us that we needed to move on. It was a rare moment when a bunch of young people all let down their guards and pretense of offense and were honest and truthful about an important moment in their lives.
Without a long explanation, I'll just comment that I think these guys each represent an age range where each guy would easily accept the activity as banal and almost a non-event morally. However the excitement and result coupled with risk factors and zero commitment, it's a young guys dream.
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