How old were you when you had your first sexual experience?
I was six. And believe it or not, I wasn't abused, traumatized, humiliated, damaged, filled with shame, or any of that nonsense. Here is my story. It is 100% true.
In my neighborhood there was a young man, around 15 years of age, who occasionally watched me when my parents went out for the evening. On one particular night, I must have been acting up or maybe he was just in a bad mood. All I know is that at some point he angrily shouted, "Suck my dick, you little asshole!"
To his total surprise, I replied, "Okay." I still remember the shocked expression on his face.
Now, a lot of psychologists and other "professionals" will argue that children are innocent victims of sexual abuse no matter what the circumstances. At least in my case, I say, "Bullshit." I knew what a "dick" was. I completely understood what it meant to suck it. And I damn-well wanted to wrap my lips around his cock! In fact, little butterflies flitted around my stomach in anticipation of doing something I wasn't "supposed" to do.
As this teen-aged babysitter pondered the situation, I could almost hear the thoughts crying out in his mind: Is this kid serious? I could get my rocks off! What if I get caught? Would he tell on me? I sure would like to blow a wad of cum down his little throat. I'm so fucking horny! I shouldn't. I want to. I could pretend I didn't hear him. Look at that mouth, I'll bet it's tight and wet.
Happily, his lust overcame his common sense and he dragged me into his bedroom. His fingers fumbled furiously in an effort to get out of his trousers and it was clear to me that he couldn't move fast enough. When his fully erect penis was finally freed, I was in awe. I had never seen one so big and hard.
As he lay on the bed, he talked me through the things I should do. "Grasp it with your hands. Open your mouth as wide as possible. Try licking it like an ice cream cone."
Ultimately he was too large for me to actually "suck." But as I worked his shaft up and down with my hands and licked the head of his penis, it wasn't long before a gush of sticky warm jizz shot out of him.
I will admit that I wasn't expecting that to happen. And I was simultaneously intrigued and disgusted by the goop in my hands and on my face. He was a good guy, though, and thoughtfully pulled out a rag so that I could wipe it all off. I didn't think about it at the time, but as I recall the rough feel of it, and the quickness with which he was able to provide it, I suspect it was a cum rag he'd used on himself many times before.
Cramming himself back into his jeans, he was insistent that I tell no one what we'd done. I didn't realize at the time that he would have gotten into serious trouble. But I did keep the secret because I knew--at the very least--I might get in trouble and any opportunities to do this again would be gone.
As a reward for my deed, he gave me one of those super-bounce balls, reminding me that I could keep it as long as I said nothing. But in reality, he didn't need to reward me or buy my silence. I loved our little secret fun. And if I could do it all over again, I surely would.