I was with this girl in high school who really wanted to experiment sexually. We were both virgins, and but she was more experienced than I was. We would go to the park and get each other off sometimes (handjob/fingering), but one time it went a little further. We went to the park when it was raining, and she teased me with the promise of a blowjob. She went for about a half hour just teasing me, and when she did it, it wasn't that great. She'd never given one before so it was very plain (I knew it should have been different because I didn't feel much). So, we'd been doing other stuff before that, and I guess someone was watching from their window because they called the cops on us. The police pulled up, but didn't get out of the car... I guess they knew that their presence would scare us off, and it did. lol

Giving or Receiving

It was in 1994, the summer I turned 13. There was a 25 year-old guy who lived down the road from my parents and I. He was tall, with long dark hair, very attractive, and played guitar in a rock band. I found myself seriously in lust with him, and often had very sexual fantasies about him. One day, several months before, I had talked him into teaching me the guitar as an excuse to hang around his house. We also found we had similar tastes in music, both liking the grunge and alternative bands of the time, as well enjoying comic books, science fiction, and having interests in history, existentialist philosophy, and the like. I had always been attracted exclusively to older men. The immaturity and self-absorption of teenage boys disgusted me. Eventually, I offered myself sexually to him. I was 12 years-old at the time, and he refused my advances, telling me I was too young. It did not deter me, though. I kept at it, making it known that I was willing. I knew he had broken up with his girlfriend almost a year before, and hadn't been with anyone else since that time, and that his libido would get the better of him eventually. A couple of months went by, and only a week or so after my 13th birthday he finally consented to let me give him a blowjob. My only exposure to sex before that moment had been sex-ed and secret looks at my father's porn stash. It took about ten minutes or so, and I allowed him to come in my mouth and swallowed his load. I found that I enjoyed it a lot. Afterward, he felt guilty about it, but I assured him that I was okay with what had happened, that I wanted it to happen. In spite of the fact that he swore nothing would ever happen again, I went down on him several more times over the next few weeks, until he finally agreed to have sex with me. He and I fucked on his couch for a while, before moving to his bed, and spending most of the day fucking. I know I came at least twice, and probably more. He was an INCREDIBLE ride, and had good stamina, and we fucked twice more before he called it off. He wanted a 'normal', serious relationship that he didn't have to hide or risk prison for. I found other men to fuck.