Did anybody hook up with a classmate when they were still in high school?
Yeah.. my first boyfriend, Pat. I was a junior and he was a senior. He thought he was straight but I we were having sex. Later in college, he came out. But we had both moved on by that time.
Yes, they did, OP.
I started giving my best friend blowjobs during freshman year. We had been friends all throughout grade school and he would show some indication that he would swing that way but always in a joking sense.
Once we got to high school he started changing and "finding himself", experimenting with different looks and people, etc.
His gay joking became more pointed and quizzical. He would say random things like "You know if you were a girl my mother wouldn't let us hang out in the house by ourselves for hours like she does. Two boys can hang out alone whenever they want. Gay guys must have a lot of sex!"
Or better yet, he started jerking off with me in the room. Always under the covers but it was still like WTF?
So after about a full year of this bicurious behavior I had enough and just went for it. He was jerking off, per usual, and I just slipped the covers down and started jerking him. He didn't stop me so I started blowing him.
We only hooked up three or four more times after the first. The friendship became awkward and he started distancing himself from me because he probably thought I reminded him of a part of himself that he's trying to suppress. He's happily married now and has a 5 year old son. I wish him all the best.
It was cold and windy night at a girl scouts Sadie Hawkins party. We were playing hide and seek and got to kiss all the girls we could find. I found one of the guys whacking off in a closet and offered to help him out with that and he was very appreciative for several years thereafter. He claimed he had never buttfucked a buy before but I could hardly believe that since were already in the 8th grade.
I did in 7th grade. But not in High School.%0D\
He initiated it.%0D\
He''s now married with kids and a right-wing evangelical christian. And a haberdasher whose every status update is about men''s fashion (which it''s not about god and jesus).%0D\
He was totally hot in high school (and hung!). Now he''s fat and looks like a used car salesman.%0D\
I did while I was in high school, although the guy I did it with was already out of high school. \
Well, truth be told, it was my father.
YEp, from 8th grade - through early years of college, my best bud, beautiful fit italian guy on long island, we started out through wrestling, then got more sensual, he instigated it, and then became inseparable, fooled around everywhere, almost every day! longest relationship of my life, hahaha! he''s now married, 3 kids and a republican.. sad, i guess!
High school? Are you kidding me. I started fucking around with the boys when I was in 7th grade in 1966. By the time I was started HS (9th grade) I''d been with at least 20-30 boys in some fashion or another.\
Yes, I was a whore darlin'' and loved every minute of it.
I sucked off almost every guy in my class. Yes I was a teen slut.
A good friend and fellow student council officer was a swimmer. We started at an out of town convention and kept it up until we graduated. He was so fucking fit, had a huge dick, and came in gallons. I really miss him.
I had been sucking my college neighbor for quite sometime and one sat went to his house and told him i had something to show him it was the first time I sucked him off and it continued until I was in college.
Yes, his name was Jason Carillo. His father, an abusive alcoholic, deserted the family after Jason came out. Jason was really upset! He was crying, and as I was comforting him, his lips brushed again mine. We started kissing, and I could tell he wanted more, but I pushed him away because I didn''t want him to do something that he''d regret later. He said he wouldn''t regret it later, and we made love for the first time.
Yup, and I am still with her. We kissed for the first time in the locker room before softball practice. (Could we be more stereotypical?).
Lesbian love in the locker room
Because my older siblings "got into trouble" friends of the opposite sex were banned from my house when my parents weren''t home, and all doors had to be open, three feet on the floor, etc..\
This was not a problem for me. My parents never questioned how my best friend and I never outgrew our "sleepovers," which lasted through my second year in college as we continued to hook up when we were home for holidays. \
It was not until a decade or two later at the Thanksgiving table when my sisters were talking/joking about having to make rules for my tween nieces and nephew that I (drunk) revealed/bragged about my secret. After an uncomfortable silence, my nephew 16 yr. old yelled "Dude, you blew my cover"!
Yup. In boarding school. We roomed together. She was 16 and I was 13. \
She was an athletic jock who was dating my brother at first. She loved to wrestle and loved to bite my neck to ''win''. It progressed from there to a very intense, sexual relationship for 3 months, til she started dating a guy in her class. She''s a Christian now, living with a guy and posts on Myspace that''s she''s straight.
When I was fifteen, my two older brothers insisted I join them and a bunch of other neighborhood kids in an afterschool game of football in a field near our house.
One of my brother's buddies, Jeff, took a real interest in me during the game. He'd tackle me whether I had the ball or not, and would stare into my eyes with a devious smile as he helped me get up. I started getting a hard-on when he'd tackle me and he'd brush against it.
As we were all walking home after the game, Jeff pulled me aside and told me to meet him later in his garage. I was very excited and hoped that we'd fool around. Jeff was a bit of a rough guy -- he and his dad lived alone together in a run-down house with a weedy front yard and tons of car parts strewn in the back yard.
I rushed through doing dishes after supper and then walked over to his place; he was working on a motorcycle in the garage. We made chitchat for a while then he asked me if I wanted to see some dirty magazines he'd found. We went to his basement rec room and as we were paging through a pile of Playboys and Penthouses, he took his cock out. He stared at me and smiled and asked to see mine. We stroked each other off while his dad watched TV upstairs.
Jeff and I had sex several times a week from my freshman year in HS until he went into the army at the start of my senior year (he was a year ahead of me). I'd stop by his place on the way home from school and we'd head right to the basement and get it on.
We did it all: stroking led to sucking each other and that led eventually to fucking each other with vaseline. I can recall every detail of that basement rec room from the carpet to the ceiling tiles from all the times I stared at them while he fucked me or I bent him over. The room smelled of ass.
There were no real emotions involved. He'd talk about different girls he wanted to fuck at school and I told him I thought I was bi. He didn't really care but we both kept it a secret and didn't hang out together outside of his basement.
My brother saw Jeff at their 10-year HS reunion last summer. He's still in the Army and is now married and stationed in SC. Although I came out to my family during my freshman year of college, I've never told them about Jeff. I think they'd be shocked.
I fooled around with a really femme guy in HS. He lived close by my house and outside of our fucking around in his bedroom a few times a week, we rarely spoke or acknowledged one another. He loved to get fucked though and had a smooth, lithe body. \
He''s now a drag performer by night and a hairdresser by day. We''re still very friendly when we see each other (I moved away from our hometown but visit my mother at least once a month) and our mothers are good friends. They have no idea their gay sons got so much sex in HS!
Not a classmate. When I had been out of high school about a year, I went to a house party and one of my 7th grade teachers was there. We hooked up then.
Not a classmate but someone who worked for my father and a student teacher.
Best friend rolled over one night at a sleepover and jerked me off sophomore year. We did everything, pretty much daily every afternoon after school for a couple of months, then I freaked out, got religion and dumped him as a friend. We are friends now, but I am ashamed of that.
R16, you had me at "run-down house with a weedy front yard and tons of car parts strewn in the back yard." Very very hot story.
I had my first gay sex with an adult male when I was a junior in high school. We were in the same grade and had become friends as freshmen; we'd bonded over sexual experiences we'd had with a mutual friend in elementary and junior high school. Eventually, we decided we should give each other a shot. It took almost 2 years for us to finally get physical.
The 2 of us were spending the night at another friend's house, and at around 5am I snuck into the bedroom where my friend was sleeping and crawled into his bed. He was asleep, or pretending to be asleep, and eventually I worked up the courage to slip my hands down the front of his boxers. I remember being surprised by how big his flaccid penis was. He was 6'4" and a track star (he was also pretty flamboyant and my friendship with him kind of changed my classmates' and my parents' perception of me). I was shocked when he became fully erect. 8" and THICK. It had also been at least 24 hours since he'd showered, and his junk was deliciously ripe. To this day, I prefer thick, cut, unwashed 8" cocks over all others.
We fooled around in a similar fashion through high school and then went to college together. He became a selfish, egotistical prick halfway through senior year (his athletic abilities, which were tremendous, kind of went to his head, as did his resultant popularity), and by the time we were rooming together, our friendship was almost over. We fooled around a half dozen times, though, at least through the first semester, always with him in his bed, pretending to be asleep, and me excitedly pulling his huge dick out of his underwear. I remember I used to actually salivate and tremble over that thing, it was so thrilling. I always sucked him to completion, usually swallowed his load.
After that first year of college, we went our separate ways, and I only saw him 2 or 3 times over the next couple years, but we never spoke to each other. I haven't seen him in probably 10 years now.
I used to think he was really hilarious when we were 14-16. I don't miss his personality at all now and have no idea if he's grown as a person. I do know that he never competed athletically post-high school. He could've been an Olympic contender.
I still think about his huge dick from time to time. I'd actually like to see it again. The first cut is the deepest?
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The guys from the nerdy twink spitroast thread
Is that all there is?
I was such a scared, closeted, shy kid that I''m sure I missed quite a few overtures that went right over my head. I thought everyone was an enemy.
There are quite a few hunky guys in my high school; some knew they were hot; some were dumb and sweet and equally hot.%0D\
There was a story about a kid in Connecticut, I think, and he insisted on bringing his boyfriend to the prom.%0D\
It was the biggest scandal ever.%0D\
Secretly, I thought, it''d be nice if things could just be that way; why does anyone care how anyone else lives?%0D\
Nope. All I got was propositioned by a kid who was being sexually abused by two faculty members, no pun intended. I don''t know if he wanted me for himself, or if he was told to recruit me. Eventually, the teacher got fired for this relationship, but the other faculty member somehow was spared. The one who was spared was super-creepy. I''m pretty sure the kid who propositioned me got himself an age-appropriate boyfriend around the time the teacher was fired.%0D\
I did have sex with my best friend from high school, but we were both in college then.
Kids today are more open about having sex in high school than 2 or 3 decades ago.
I did it with one if my best friends in year 8, we were showering after gym class and I saw him looking at my bulge (we were wearing jockstraps at the time) so I asked him what he was looking at, he said nothing then I said "want to look at the real thing and he said yes, we both got our cocks out, he was massive, at least 8 inches and he let me suck him dry
I spent the night over at my best friends house on a weekend night. We were 13 just doing guy stuff and we were talking about sex and looking at porn. His older brother had some really good stories to tell... That night after when everyone was asleep, I was woken up with someone's hand on my dick. I was hard and they were moving it up and down. It was my best friend. it felt amazing. I don't think I had ever gotten that hard before. I remember telling him I was scared, but it felt so good. He told me to lay back and enjoy it. He stuck it in his mouth and moved it up and down too. I couldn't take the warm wet feeling while it was moving up and down and then it happened. This rush and feeling took over and I came like a horse. I had to fight the urge to scream, because it felt so good, but I didn't want to wake up his family.
We jacked and sucked ourselves and each other off for over the the next year, and then started doing anal. This kept up until we graduated from high school. We would still get together when we came home from college on vacation. I haven't seen him in almost 10 years now.
more, por favor
20+ years later and we're still together. And will be forever more.
I masturbated my best friend, when I was in 4th year high school and my best friend is in 1st year High school.. I was on the bed of my grandfathers house, and he came in too. he just sleep beside me, and he lay down facing the ceiling, and I saw his underwear garter, and it was hot, First I just put my hand over his chest, I was pretending to be asleep, and slowly my hand climb down to his below the belt, and touches his penis, he was wearing Jeans that time so Th could really feel it, but I feel it hard on, and slowly I enterd my hand to his pants, and I knew that, that time I entered my hand he s already asleep, and he just let me do it, and I pull his penis out of his zipper, and masturbate it, after a few minutes his sperm came out, and I remove my hnad of it, and I watched him whn he closed his zipper, and still he was p[retending to be asllep al the time, and I turn my back to him and think of what I have just done, and suddenly he hold my hand and he squixed it tight, wiht his eyes closed and still pretending to be asleep.. and I went out of the room, and he followed me, and we didn't talk, hen we ride the car home, he was beside me, and he put his arm around my shoulder and lay his head on my shoulder and he smiled.. that's all, and that was the very day I knew that he want me to jerk him.. and it never happne agin telll now that he is in college..
Funny R21 - "run-down house with a weedy front yard and tons of car parts strewn" had me too
Sadly, I have no stories to tell except for the time that gorgeous about-to-graduate HS kid who worked part-time at our places came over and told me "I told my mom I wouldn't be home tonight." That night we both discovered for the first time that it really does fit in there. Whoa!
I did mess around with a couple of guys in HS but my best story is the one that got away.
My childhood friend from elementary school. I would sleep over his house a lot. We'd sleep on the floor of his bedroom. One night he was joking around and pretended to be asleep and then he'd roll over on top of me. He would giggle while he did it so he wasn't pretending very hard. He'd do that a couple of times and eventually I got wise. So I scooted down further on the floor so that when he rolled over his crotch would be right at my face. Sure enough, he did it again and his cock ended up pressed against my mouth. He was hard. The next time he did it, I opened my mouth like I was trying to let out a muffled scream. He caught on to what I was doing so then he uncomfortably rolled off me and just went to sleep.
We didn't talk about it and the next day it was like nothing happened. That's as far as it ever went but that gave me j/o material for years!
I went to an all-male boarding school in Switzerland so this was pretty common.
I had been attracted to my roommate from the beginning. A kid from Italy, he used to walk around naked in front of me all the time but I was to stupid to pick up on what he was offering and too scared to initiate anything.
Eventually, with me sitting on my bed, he walked up to me nude one day, standing right in front of me, with his dick just inches from my face. I got the hint.
Yes, when I was a sophmore and a junior had an on going sexual relationship with a guy.He was a year older. My first. He also had a girlfriend when he was in h.s. although he came out when he was in college.
I did almost every guy in my class. Small school. Total graduating class of 58. They would take their g/f out then pick me up after for sex and yes, it wasn't always one way.
[quote]I wish him all the best.
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One large city park in my hometown was a notorious gay cruising spot and, by the 80s, had become a safe, secluded place for young gay kids to socialize who couldn't otherwise get into the bars. Nobody from my own high school (not for lack of trying!), but I did hook up with a few other guys from other high schools in town whom I met at "The Park."
Such fiction in this thread.
"Lay back and enjoy it." - 13 year old
This thread is amazing!
R41, just because you never got any...
Oh, I got some alright.
My best friend in high school shared his room with his older brother. The brother would always shower in the evening and come into the room in his towel and sit on his bed across from where I usually sat. He always seems to open his legs in my view and show off his hairy italian crotch. I would shy away and sure enough he would catch my eye and smile and open his legs again. One day, the three of us were out on the family boat and my HS friend went back to the house early. I told his brother I would stay behind to help him wash down the boat. He called me below, there he was in a towel again and opened it wide with a big ole hardon. That was the start of many many blow jobs. He's a nerdy married dad now, but I know what he keeps under wraps is still fine.
I came out at 14, just after I lost my virginity. Throughout my four years as an out boy in high school I probably slept with ten boys. Two swimmers, one wrestler, several nerds and some tennis players. I bet some football players were gay too but I was too "out and proud" for them.
Man, what did I do wrong?? Nothing for me.
I used to take "naps" with my best friend snuggling on his bed and his mother got hysterical about him leaving the door closed. I thought she was an evil witch, but now I realized what she feared, I really really really wanted to happen.
[quote]I went to an all-male boarding school in Switzerland so this was pretty common.
Tell us more. Also, when was this?
In Junior High School there was my friend Charles P. Because he was a jock he was popular with the guys and girls. But, he wasn't a douche like some jocks could be, he was the nicest guy I had ever met. He really took a liking to me and I thought he was everything. Built like a brick wall (even for a Jr High kid) almost 6' and easily 180lbs but he smiled like an angel. He would call me at home and we would talk on the phone for hours and I even fell in love with the way he would end the conversations. Never said "goodbye" he would just always say "click" instead.
Long story short. The night it happened he was just spending the night like he had done so many times before. This night we were laying on the floor watching tv and he threw his leg across me, I felt like a total bitch and wanted to melt, but I played it cool and just laid there and we finished watching tv.
That night in bed he gave me the leg sweep again, this time it was followed by him putting my head on his chest. I wanted to cry but I just held on to see where this was going. He took my hand and guided it to his pajama front and he was hard and large. My heart stopped and I died for 30 seconds.
Pushing my head down to his dick my "nice guy" friend turned into a total nasty teenage boy. He started with the "suck my dicks" and the holding the back of my head while he shove the huge fat dick down my inexperienced throat. I was in love with this dude so I went along with all this and even allowed him to put that big dick in my ass. I screamed and thought we were going to wake my parents but he covered my mouth and fucked me with no kindness. He came in my ass and rolled off me and went to sleep. I too eventually went to sleep only to awaken the next morning to shit cumm all day.
We continued this for a while longer but we got too old for "sleepovers" and we eventually went our separate ways. I did run into him some years ago and he was still that sweet guy with the killer smile.
We had split sessions at high school because there were too many students. So our class was in school from 7:30 till 12:30. One guy and I got to be friendly. Real friendly. We'd walk home after school together. His house was a few blocks closer to school, so I'd stop there on the way home and we'd listen to Elton John records. One thing led to another--wrestling, horseplay, and we ended up kissing and making out. We took off our clothes and started rubbing and sucking. I guess I wasn't as "fit" as he liked. About a half hour into it, he got cold and said I had to go, that his mother was going to be coming home.
At school, he told everyone I was a fag and I spent the next three years as the school faggot. I don't know what happened to Mark. I hope he's dead.
Not a classmate, but the young married father whose kids I used to babysit for. Started when I was a sophomore - he was maybe 25 and hot, and I knew I wanted it but was too shy. He used to drive me home after the babysitting and we'd sit in the car in front of my house and talk - once he asked if I was dating any girls and when I said no, he asked if it was because I liked boys. When I didn't answer (I was thrilled and petrified at the same time), he assured me it was OK if I liked boys - he told me he liked girls and boys.
That led to mutual j.o.s, then sucking and finally fucking. He'd come home early when I was babysitting (the wife was off playing cards somewhere or out with her friends) and we'd do it in his bed, with the kids sleeping down the hall. It went on for 2+ years, until I went off to college - and then whenever I came home freshman year (which I did as often as I could).
When I came home for the summer, he had moved away - my folks told me the marriage had broken up for unknown reasons and while the wife and kids stayed around, no one knew where the husband went. I tried to find him but couldn't and he probably didn't feel comfortable finding me in the old neighborhood.
I still think of him often with fondness - thanks Steve W. wherever you are....
Yeah quite a bit actually. In junior high me and 5 other friends would meet up at this park after school and give each other hand jobs. Me and my best friend Travis met up one day in 8th grade. It was his birthday and he said that as a present he wanted to get a bj to see what it feels like. He returned the favor. After the other guys discovered we'd sucked off eachother they started to do it too. It became pretty regular. I even have some pals that fucked eachother for a period of time. I didn't really get into that untill highschool.
In my freshman year i really got into soccer, and me and this other guy on the team, Jordan, became really good friends. One day he invited me to hang out with him at his house. His dad wasn't home and we ended up watching porn together in his room. I had a real hard-on and so did he, so we decided to compare boners. His was a little bigger than mine, that's all i really remember. He asked me if i've ever done anything sexual with anyone and i explained what me and the guys did in junior high. He said that he've had a few experiences similar to mine at a few sleepovers. He said, "what i'd do for another bj ..." and i offered to give him one if he gave me one too. I started to suck him off on his bed and then he reached for mine and we sorta fumbled into a glourious '69. After that, we'd hang out and our '69 sessions became more frequent. We brought up some porn to give eachother handjobs too and we came across some gay porn. We watched a video of these two twinks fucking and he suggested we try that. I was too afraid to have that happen to me, so we did it doggy style with a condom he was carrying in his wallet. After a while, we'd end up fucking eachother every day afterschool. There were never any emotions really involved, we talked about girls that made us horny and watched allot of straight porn. I remember the insane pleasure rippling through my body as i cummed into him and vice versa. We'd mainly do it on his bed but i remember a few times fucking on his couch. Im a senior now and he had to move a year ago. I kinda miss him. Travis is still my best friend, and we sometimes suck eachother along with a few other guys at sleepovers but i've never fucked a guy since then. I've had sex with a few girls now, but i still miss jordan.
I did. It was wonderful. My ass hurt for a week!
What IS IT with these boys, th ones who experiment with no guilt whatsoever, then get married and have a bunch of kids? I know most in here think they're really gay, but I don't. I've had four of them, and I kick myself over the 40 others that I let get away.
I saw a recent online discussion about boys who experiment with boys and then turn to females and marriage. They were claiming that after many men reproduce, their attention goes back to male-male relations. It just seems bizarre to me.
yeah my mate came round every weekend and sleep for 3 years and then one light we were haveing a laugh as normal but he started tickling me on the belly then slowed down to the top of my boxers so i just pulled the top up as a joke and he slide his hand in and since then we have been doing 69 and all sorts im so happy we did that that night
Yes, I did. I always looked up to my friend, who could do anything. Fix bikes, cars, and just knew what to do in a situation, that required somebody strong. We went camping about 5 miles from home, as we lived in a rural town. I had seen his dick a couple of times in years past, as we would both jack off to dirty magazines. I became more daring, jacking off to a picture of what he called "corn holed",as much as possible...dreaming of his huge dick in me. The first night in our tent, after "cock talk", I quit on me, and started stroking his dick, and he offered no resistance. I druled as I held him so firm, and felt him cum in my hands, and on his belly. Next morning he acted as if nothing EVER happened. And I left it that way. I chose not to lose a good friend over a brief encounter. I knew then, I was bi.
Again not high school, but middle school. My best friend Andy lived nextdoor growing up. Our house was the place to hang out because we had a pool and a kick ass basement game room with big couches, TV videos and all kinds of other stuff. I was 11 and Andy was 10 when after a bunch of talk and looking at my older brothers Penthouse, Andy asked me if I had ever jacked off. (I started wanking when I was 8 by the way). I said "yeah all the time" and he said he had never done it. So I got him to get naked with me and taught him how to do it. I came first and could blow wet loads which amazed him. He kept at it until he had his first dry orgasm. Needless to say he was hooked and we jacked several times a day for about two weeks. That led to mutual blow jobs and then even more. Andy was able to shoot wet loads about 6 weeks from when we started. We did each other many times a day and nights when had sleep overs. Made out, rimmed and more. We both dated girls in high school. I knew I was gay at 11 or 12 but played the game of being straight. But even when Andy was dating in high school, we still did each other at least 12 times a week. This went on until I went away to college. So from when I was 11 until I was 18. My parents moved while I was in college and I never saw Andy again. A few months ago I found him on Facebook. We were both raised in Michigan and I moved to south Texas. Amazingly he is in Dallas. We talked by phone a couple of times but never talked about our sexual adventure growing up. Andy had been married and divorced and he just got married again. Back in the day we also had some other hot high school buds over and had a mass circle jerk/and suck fest during that time. All of them are married and I guess straight. It was a lot of fun and I look back with great memories.God only knows how much cum Andy and I sucked out of each other multiple times a day for 7 + years!!
I had a crush on this cute, pretty boy. Started with me feeling up his ass while lying on bed in the dorms. Eventually ended up sucking him and jerking him off. Also smooched him, he was so cute!!! He finally tied to get me to fuck his ass. We didnt know how, so it hurt him bad and we stopped. It felt so good. But that was it.
Later, in college, my green-eyed best friend had the best ass ever and he was cute. Allowed me to massage his ass(he always got hard). Jacked him off one night...what a load of cum!!! Wish I had sucked his cum. Eventually,a year later, sucked him off, fucked my mouth and eventually, rimmed his velvety pucker!
Good days. We both married with kids now. Would love to suck him off and have his cock up me. Maybe even a double with his pretty wife or mine. Even fantasize my wife fucking me with a strap-on. Oh...if only.
I. Started fucking at 13 in 1964 the first boy became my lover and we are dstplstill together after 50 years john and ken new Mexico
Haha. I also had a few friends that the first time I visited their houses their mother would yell for them to remember to leave the door open! I was a little awkward socially, didn't understand. I remember one guy even went ahead, shut the door, locked it, lay on the bed hands behind his head and a big grin on his face saying 'so what should we do?' We were like 13. I didn't get it until years later, then I was pissed that I missed out. We couldn't have anyway, his mom came to check up and was mad the door was shut!
sure, my first boyfriend from junior high through early college. We also messed around with his brother and his brother's friend. Everyone in our class kinda knew we were an item, but I'm not sure they really thought we were having actual sex.
I ended up being FWB at 16 with a sub teacher that the school used. He was 22, right out of college. Handsome guy. I totally instigated it. He thought he did. Eventually even my negligent family started questioning us spending time together. He had a girlfriend too, he said he was bi but from what I could piece together he was gay but afraid his family would reject him if he came out. Those two things led to him getting scared and he stopped hanging out with me. I was hurt, acted out at school. Nothing major, stupid kid shit. I guess the way schools treat things today they might have slapped me down harder than they did. I actually did get a juvenile counselor assigned to me by the court because I was skipping class and my family didn't give a shit. He was hot, and there were some signs... but I viewed him as the enemy, nothing happened there. Ended up with a grad degree from a good school, so I turned out just fine.
Scared,shy, freaked out that, as much as I wanted to, I had zero lust for girls in high school. Zero game.
But I was infatuated with a guy, family from Northern Italy. Average height, no butt, but his face, his personality, his build...just gone for him, all the while attempting to hide it. Ha.
I tutored him in math. One day, out of the blue, he asked if I wanted to see his appendectomy scar. "I desperately want to see you naked" I thought. But I acted cool amd laughed it off.
Another occasion, at my house, just the two of us, he asked to use the bathroom after tutoring.
Door opens, and he's in his Speedo, swim practice his next stop. He dressed around me. Scared shitless, I played it cool, blasé, while what I desired more than anything was -right- -there-.
Indescribable frustration. Was he making a move? Was he trying to see if -I- would make a move? Mostly I worried, was it a set-up, to find out whether I was gay, and "expose" me? Was this just how "regular" guys -what I hoped I'd magically be- behaved?
That was it, but the sight of him in his skimpy Speedo, tying the string, the nearness of almost-naked him, the desire, the fear, the racing of my heart, how dry my mouth went...I just wanted to kiss him, fall on the couch and make out with him. Had no concept of the scenarios described elsewhere in this thread, I just wanted him and loved him, wanted to peel that fucking Speedo off, see him naked, be naked with him, and fumble into passion and happiness. Live in that moment together.
Even now, I wonder what actually eas going on. Regret what could have been, even if it was inconceivable, impossible for teen-aged me.
I always have sex and with every guy in my year and I still do and yes I'm a teen slut
I'm in 7th grade and there is this really hot boy I love named Owen. He is really fit and probably has a big hard dick. I really want him to stick his cock in my mouth then my ass, fucking me over and over. I always fantasize about him and his cock. I practically want to be his sex slave. But I think he is straight and doesn't like other boys so what should I do?
I didn't dare, even though I had the opportunity & I REALLY wanted to. But if word got out about it in school, I'd have been destroyed.
when i was 13 i suck n was fucked by a lad that was 16 it hapend in the boys changing room after pe i loved it. it went on for weeks till he left
I shagged two classmates at school. The first was your classic Catholic High School Boy Closet Case - we fucked, well, he fucked me and then when I fucked him he freaked out and hid himself in his bathroom and demanded that I leave (he's married to a woman now, with kids and regularly haunts Grindr and Scruff). The second guy...phwoar. He was the older brother of one of my classmates and he was impressive. Tall, broad-shouldered and blessed with a ten inch cock that was as thick as a can of Coca Cola (believe me, we measured it) - he was fucking amazing. Went out with him behind everyone's backs for two great years - he really helped me get through some pretty horrible times with my parents - but we split up when he went to University and I decided not to move away with him. Biggest mistake I've ever made, but we've remained friends. Still gorgeous, still capable of making my frosty wee demeanour crack a smile.
Now, the *teachers* at my school...there were some stories. We had a PE (physical education) teacher who had a reputation of seducing and fucking the dumb good looking boys in school. One of these boys he allegedly seduced at fourteen, fucked him on his fifteenth birthday and moved him into his own flat when he was sixteen. The story goes that whilst the boy went to college and then university and has a great job, the teacher whored him out to his friends, all the while treating him like a fully paid-up live-in hooker. The same teacher allegedly set up one of his seducees with a friend of his who took the boy abroad to Ibiza, where he's been living for the past fifteen years, mostly as a BDSM sex slave.
I did three guys I went to high school with, and each of them claimed to be "straight".
Debate overnight. I was a freshman and I had to share a room with a hunky jock sophomore...well, as much of a jock as the debate team ever gets. Anyway, I was so attracted to him that when we got ready for bed I was afraid to take my clothes off to reveal an erection so I told him I normally slept in my clothes. I woke up in the middle of the night unable to breathe. He had rolled on top of me, naked except for some briefs. So I slipped out, stripped off all my clothes, including underwear and climbed back in.
But he rolled away from me. When I tried to scoot up to him and put my hand down his briefs, he pushed my hand away. Then I fell asleep again. In the morning I noticed that he was now naked in bed too, but if anything happened, I could never tell.
R66 I can relate. I had a couple of HS friends who thought nothing of getting naked in front of me. Sometimes it was a sleepover, changing for bed, other times it was changing in or out of swimsuits in their bedroom. At summer camp some guys would strip off their swimsuits and hang out naked for hours.
Of course, in those days we all showered together after gym class, so it wasn't like we hadn't seen each other naked before, but I wondered if I was missing signals, especially when they seemed in no hurry to put clothes back on.
It's been years, and when I saw them at my last HS reunion, they were all straight and married, so go figure.
I had crushes, and other guys did like me, but never got anywhere. Probably the biggest regrets I have. I didn't even make a move when a guy was (obviously) into me.
I wish! so many hot guys in my high school, the closest two incidences: one invited me to sit in his car with him, then said something to the effect that people might get the wrong idea, and nothing happened.
the other one could have been an after school special. had a serious bromance with a co-captain of the football team, who also happened to be very intelligent and loved chorus.
then there was the high school bully who took a dime from me, and a week alter apologized. he later became a born again.
my best friend (a girl) and I came up with a survey she used in a class to determine my classmate's view of homosexuality that was supposed to be anonymous, but we came up with a way to track the answers from the guys I liked. sadly, they weren't as accepting as she.
I never got any in high school. Was way too closeted and scared in the early 70s to even try.
I never had crushes on the boys in my class, but I had crushes on upperclassmen. My older brother was on the football team. He and I are completely different in body size. He's taller and powerfully built, although now he's overweight. I was shorter and had a slim athletic build and played tennis and soccer. I had crushes on a few of his friends who were bigger in body size, which is my type. A few times in high school I hooked up with his current and former football teammates.
The first time was when I was a sophomore. It was with my brother's former teammate Matt, who had graduated the year before. Matt was a tall, big guy. He wasn't very academic and he was working construction, so he kept his hot build. Most of us were terrified of him as he seemed mean all the time in high school, but he was drunk and friendly at the party, and I'd known him since I was in grade school. He and I talked for practically the whole party as he asked about my brother, who wasn't at the party, and we relived some of his high school antics with my brother. The drunker he got, the more touchy-feely he got with me. The party was breaking up and I said I had to walk home. He asked if I wanted a ride in his pick-up, so of course I said yes.
Once in his truck, he said he didn't want the party to end and did I want to go to his place? I said it was getting close to my curfew, so he said, "Why don't you stay at my place. It's really close by." I was scared but liking where this was going. We got to his place, which was one side of a duplex and a very small one bedroom, a very typical apartment set up in my town. I called my parents, lied, and said I was staying over at another friend's house. Back then it was awesome. The parents never spoke to each other to confirm and they all trusted us. And my parents never called to check up on us the next day or anything like that.
He had a couple more beers but I declined as I've never been much of a drinker. We talked for a while then I said I'd sleep on his couch since he only had one bed. He said it was cool if I wanted to sleep in his bed but then said, "I sleep naked. I hope that's not going to bother you." I replied that I did the same so we'd be even. When I got in bed, he started to tickle me and asked if my brother still did that. I was laughing but had an erection. He noticed and said, "How come you've got a hard-on?" Well he was hard, too, so I asked why he did. Then he just went for it and leaned in and kissed me. I was so confused but too horny to care. He asked me to suck him, which I'd never done before, so I did it. His cock was about 7 inches and decent thickness. He sucked me, too, but I didn't care for that (never have). We ended up doing frottage and each blew on load on the other's stomach. We woke up in the morning and did it all over again.
We talked a bit about it and he said we had to keep it secret. I agreed, showered, then I went home. We hooked up several times after that, but it was very sporadic.
Try junior high! I was 12 and he was 13. Spent the night at my folks place when his were out of town. Got to watching Cinemax and saw he was getting hard. He and I both got naked in the living room and sucked each other off, then out of the blue he sat on my cock and rode it until I came. This is how I lost my virginity. He and I played around a few more times, then his family up and moved. My folks still keep in contact with his, but I never ask what he's up to. They tell me he is married with kids.
R81, no lube? Something tells me it wasn't his first time at the rodeo.
R82, I totally forgot, but we got the jar of Vaseline from the bathroom. It was his idea. And yeah, I don't think it was his first time either. He later told me he used a broken toothbrush as a dildo when he took a shower! Maybe I would be a bottom today if this hadn't happened. I always wonder how this first sexual experience may have formed my sexual identity.
I did almost every male in my class and I'm serious
R80 here. Thought I'd post another one. The spring of my senior year I was having lunch with my brother on a Saturday at a downtown restaurant. We ran into one of his old teammates, Mike, who joined us for lunch. I always had a crush on him in high school. He was one of those guys who looked like he was 30 even when he was a junior. He was a super hairy Italian with a mustache, tall and husky. At the end of the school year, my high school would have a field day where the classes would compete in fun games like an egg toss, three-legged race, etc. I remember he showed up one year in a tank top with his chest hair poking out and a pair of very tight short shorts. I had sunglasses on and kept looking at him. I was super turned on. I know he caught me looking at him over the years.
So cut to after lunch. My brother had take off to meet some of his friends for the afternoon, so I stayed downtown and looked in the stores for a bit. I was in a clothing store when all of a sudden I feel a hand touch my shoulder. I turned and it was Mike. He asked where my brother was. After I told him he was gone, he asked what I was doing the rest of the afternoon. He said it was nice to talk about the old days and asked if I wanted to go to his place to talk some more.
He had gone to community college and got an associates degree in business. He had found an ok job in town, but he talked about how stifling our town was and how he wanted to maybe get his four-year degree and move away. I talked about how I was accepted at a college out of state and would not be coming back after I graduated (I lived up to that promise). It was a warm spring day, so he said he wanted to change into shorts. He comes back with a tank top on and those short shorts!
We must have talked for a couple hours. I was sitting on his couch and he was in a chair opposite,. He went to get us a couple more sodas, and when he came back he sat near me on the couch. I kept "accidentally" touching him with my leg, arm, side, anything. Finally our legs were touching and he didn't move his leg. He looked me dead in the eye. I was more experienced then and knew what that meant. We started making out on his couch.
We moved to his bedroom, stripped down, and engaged in a lot of foreplay. I had not seen him naked and it was a sight to behold. He was very hairy and had a large cock, very thick and over 8 inches. He kept reaching behind me and touching my hole. He rolled on his back and I straddled him and he was poking his cock at my pucker. He asked me if I had ever been fucked. I told him I hadn't. He asked if I wanted to try. At that point, I had only sucked on guys and done frottage. I was terrified of AIDS as it was the mid-80s. He told me he'd wear a condom and it was safe that way. He lubed me up and had me sit on it and ease down on him. It took several tries, but he finally got in. He was very gentle and went slowly, but he came pretty fast because I was so tight.
He was very cuddly afterward and kept asking if I was ok. I was kind of in shock that I had done anal. After laying there a while, we started getting back into it. He said he wanted to fuck me again, so he put on another condom, put my legs over his shoulders and eased in and fucked me slowly. This time I came while he was stroking in and out of me. We were young and horny, so we did it again a third time. I knew from then on I was born to bottom.
Mike and I hooked up all summer long. He worked 8-5 and I only had a part-time job during the day, so we'd meet at his place after dinner and go at it for a couple hours. He was such a big, gentle teddy bear. He and I talked about our struggles with being gay. It was nice to have someone to talk to as well as have sex with. After my freshman year in college, when I called his number, it was disconnected. I found out later that summer that he had moved to another part of the state to finish his four-year degree. I never saw him again.
Actually, three of them in high school - as well as the track star I was sucking off every day after school (I was always hoping that I'd track him down and he'd have come out, but he's a state trooper in Illinois with five kids). It wasn't until after I moved to San Diego that I realized that our little town of 26K had a LOT of gay sex going on.
R80/85 never happened.
Thanks R87, you can go kill yourself now.
Dear Lord in Heaven!
r84 Was home schooled
R87 - go to the grease fire. JUMP IN!
I'll post details when I have more time, but I also had sex with a couple of guys (4) who all turned out to be straight (to the best of my knowledge) and married with kids.
Reading through this thread, I wonder how many straight, married with kids guys had some sort of gay sexual experience in high school or college. It seems much more common than anyone admits to.
I also wonder how kids today deal with it. In my day (80s) you did not talk about it at all, you pretended it wasn't happening and swore it was just a secret between you, that you were just "experimenting" and that you weren't gay.
In 3 of the 4 instances for me, the guy in question had been a good friend and the sex thing made that part awkward and we drifted apart. That may have been because it's hard to have a casual sexual relationship with a good friend especially when one of you is in love with the other, but I wonder if kids today, with more liberal attitudes to homosexuality and without AIDS=Death hanging over their heads, treat the whole thing differently.
American suburbs 1970s. Me - irish heritage. Him - polish. He was a thick muscular boy, masculine and testosterone smelling and hairy in jr. high school with a fat grown up looking cock. We played soccer in town together and our dads took turn car pooling. He started asking me each game what jock I was wearing. Then he fixated on cups - asking me did I have a cup on. He said he had his cup on and felt "safe". We had been friends a few years and had sleepovers in elementary school with no monkey business. He had a shit eating grin and sparkly eyes and he was cheerful and to me, hyper masculine. He had hot mini bikes and wore hot leather boots. So one day waiting for my dad he asks me if I had my cup on.
does it smell? mine smells. want to smell it?
i don't answer just concentrate on not trembling and act cool
he just takes it out and cups my mouth and chin with it.
(from that day until my late twenties, smelly sports equipment is my catnip)
then he stick it back in his jock. and gives me that grin.
couple weeks later we meet in the quarry and he's on his honda and I'm on my dumb plain bicycle. he says "want to smell my dick". Its on trails where other people could pass so again I don't say anything and he walks into the woods and I follow and he stands back to a tree trunk and drops his jeans and i blow him on my knees. it was over quickly needless to say we never did it again and in high school we were in different cliques.