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Stories posted in this category are works of fiction. Names, places, characters, events, and incidents are created by the authors' imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual persons (living or dead), organizations, companies, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
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Stephen - 12. Chapter 12

Now that school was out, I thought maybe we could share our bed more often. I wanted to share my body with Nohr before he left for school. There wasn’t much information, and I didn’t have internet, but I do remember that a lubricant was used. I heard the boys at school in the States talking about a girl being so dry they needed to use a lubricant to get started. The question now was what kind of lubricant should I use. I looked through the bathroom for any type of product that could be used as a lubricant. I found nothing. Then I thought about cooking oil or butter. Cooking oil would be easier, but butter would taste better. Why would I need something that tastes better, cooking oil would do?

The week before school started and the last night Nohr and I were to spend together, I took a little cooking oil, putting it into a small jar I saved after cleaning it, I took the jar to my room. Tonight I’d give myself to Nohr, which will seal my commitment to him.

Saying good night to Aunty, “Nohr, this will be our last night together. I have something special for you, but first, we need to shower.”

We had showered together before, so this wasn’t anything new. I liked to wash his hair. He would kneel when I did that. That put his mouth close to something that he would play with as I washed his hair. This game resulted in someone’s throat being coated with a special cream.

We finished showering, dried ourselves, and headed for my bedroom. Tonight everything seemed to be special. My mother’s duvet had a special meaning for me as well as her picture looking at me from my dresser.

Crawling in bed, “Nohr, tonight I have a special gift for you. It’s a gift that can only be given once. I want you to make love to me and be my first and only partner.”

I’m not sure if he knew what I was talking about. I took the oil and began to oil my private door. I use my fingers to push the oil into my butt. I took some oil and put it on his cock, bringing it to the hardness I experienced before.

“Lay on your back and look into my eyes.”

When he did that, I sat on him, one leg on each side. I slowly lined him up and watched his eyes grow big as he realized what I was going to do. Before he could say stop, the first inch was in. It hurt, and I figured it might, I held my position and relaxed, as the pain eased. I began to slide down, stopping to adjust, and soon I was sitting on his pubes. He was all in, and I was ready to bounce. I looked into his face as I moved up and down, he wanted to control the action, I wasn’t ready yet, I still felt a little pain. I knew as soon as the pain went away, I’d give him control. I leaned over to kiss him while rolling on to my side and then on my back. He was now in charge. He smiled at me, saying, I love you.

Ride me, he did. Slowly like he enjoyed the smooth and slow in and out, but as he came closer and closer to the end, he sped up. He twisted a little, and whether he knew it, he hit the golden button, and I shot into the air. As a result, my squeezing tightened on him, and he began to speed up, reaching his end. I felt him shake and then relax as he fell on top of me.

“I love you, Stephan. I can’t believe what we did, but I know I want you to feel the same thing.

“Nohr, tonight was for you. I gave you my virginity and you’ll be the only one who can make love to me as you did tonight. No one else will ever have that privilege, and when you come home from school, I’ll be waiting for you to take me again and again.”

We cuddled as we thought about our last night together for a time. I’m not sure what his schedule will be like until he goes to school. He’ll live on campus, so the only time I’ll see him is when he comes home. That’s going to be rough, I’ll worry about him. I know he’ll not cheat on me, he’s that kind of guy, I also know he loves me.

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BigBen

I don't remember my first time hurting like that.  The young man I was with suggested that I use lots of lubricant and kneel on the bed.  He then knelt behind me, and told me to take my time sitting on him.  That way, he said, I could control the speed and pressure and need not fear getting hurt.  He was right.  His method worked well, and we had a great time together.  I was surprised by how right it felt to have sex with a man.  The problem came afterward, because at that point I was still so indoctrinated by my Baptist upbringing that I started to freak out when it was over.  Poor love, he deserved so much better than that!  He swore he'd never deflower a virgin again, and yet he was exactly the right guy for my first time.  I saw him around campus a few times after that, but was still too scared and conflicted to get together with him again.  It took several years before I grew comfortable with my sexual identity.

I wish I knew how to find that guy, so that I could make amends, even after all these decades.  He deserved better from me.  Nohr and Stephan are so lucky to be that comfortable with themselves and to have found love at such a young age.

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BigBen

I grew up in the days before the Internet, before DVD's, and even before VHS (ancient video technology that died out with the dinosaurs).  It was brutal.  If you wanted porn, you had to either figure out where your dad hid his stash, or else cadge a ride to a newsstand and somehow persuade the owner to sell you a copy of a dirty magazine.  But if you were underage, you probably had to shoplift it, 'cause he wasn't going to sell it to you.  It was brutal back then, I tell you!  🤣

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10 minutes ago, BigBen said:

I grew up in the days before the Internet, before DVD's, and even before VHS (ancient video technology that died out with the dinosaurs).  It was brutal.  If you wanted porn, you had to either figure out where your dad hid his stash, or else cadge a ride to a newsstand and somehow persuade the owner to sell you a copy of a dirty magazine.  But if you were underage, you probably had to shoplift it, 'cause he wasn't going to sell it to you.  It was brutal back then, I tell you!  🤣

I was there too. My dad died when I was one and the moral mores of our house were Victorian. If I left my rooms in pyjamas, I wore a dressing gown. There weren't even any places selling naughty magazines. Looking at the underwear sections in catalogs was the limit of titillation available.

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4 hours ago, drpaladin said:

I was there too. My dad died when I was one and the moral mores of our house were Victorian. If I left my rooms in pyjamas, I wore a dressing gown. There weren't even any places selling naughty magazines. Looking at the underwear sections in catalogs was the limit of titillation available.

Yes I remember looking my friend's father collection. we were sneaky

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CLJobe
4 hours ago, drpaladin said:

I was there too. My dad died when I was one and the moral mores of our house were Victorian. If I left my rooms in pyjamas, I wore a dressing gown. There weren't even any places selling naughty magazines. Looking at the underwear sections in catalogs was the limit of titillation available.

I remember catching a group of young boys looking at an X rated book behind the pump house.  The book was quite explicit

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CLJobe
5 hours ago, BigBen said:

I grew up in the days before the Internet, before DVD's, and even before VHS (ancient video technology that died out with the dinosaurs).  It was brutal.  If you wanted porn, you had to either figure out where your dad hid his stash, or else cadge a ride to a newsstand and somehow persuade the owner to sell you a copy of a dirty magazine.  But if you were underage, you probably had to shoplift it, 'cause he wasn't going to sell it to you.  It was brutal back then, I tell you!  🤣

how well I know 

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CLJobe
5 hours ago, BigBen said:

I don't remember my first time hurting like that.  The young man I was with suggested that I use lots of lubricant and kneel on the bed.  He then knelt behind me, and told me to take my time sitting on him.  That way, he said, I could control the speed and pressure and need not fear getting hurt.  He was right.  His method worked well, and we had a great time together.  I was surprised by how right it felt to have sex with a man.  The problem came afterward, because at that point I was still so indoctrinated by my Baptist upbringing that I started to freak out when it was over.  Poor love, he deserved so much better than that!  He swore he'd never deflower a virgin again, and yet he was exactly the right guy for my first time.  I saw him around campus a few times after that, but was still too scared and conflicted to get together with him again.  It took several years before I grew comfortable with my sexual identity.

I wish I knew how to find that guy, so that I could make amends, even after all these decades.  He deserved better from me.  Nohr and Stephan are so lucky to be that comfortable with themselves and to have found love at such a young age.

I think we all remember our first time and not all of us were treated so lovingly.

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