Its all true up to the second paragraph, when I decided to make it more interesting.
Disclaimer: If you aren't a very open minded person then you shouldn't be reading this anyway but none of us are rookies her ever and you never get over that feeling that you are gonna be judged..... Get what you want from it. Get out if you are not of legal age or apprprotiation.
Like I said, this is my rookie story and I think the time is just right.... ______________________________________________________________________
Damn, shit gets wild when you are single cuz your mind wants to wander and you get to this place where every moment is a fantasy and you cannot get over it. My story starts on Wednesday of last week, or maybe Tuesday, I dunno I can't remember but anyway, Andrew breaks up with me and I am sorta heartbroken and sorta mad, and there is different reasons for both but that is another story. And so I leave on Thursday after walking out (Andrew took me home!?)And on Friday we left for the lake. When I get there I see this man, well he looked kinda young like at least 18, and I was looking real hard. But like always I have earned my playa card and got away with at least a few looks at different parts of him, and I was very impressed. Shit, baby blue eyes (just like his father, mind you who was a fully developed bear), and dark brown hair, with a sun-streaked goatee that I thought was dyed, but not. He was beautiful, at about 6'2 and 240; my eyes had wandered more than once on hourly bike rides by his camp. He had not spoken to me but I had heard his voice and I instantly thought, "I have caught more than fish". Anyway I see him later and he asks me if I want a beer as I cruse by and I tell him no at first. But then I think why not, which is what I said to him, and I go and park and get a nice cold Budwiser from him and after I open it his friend asks if I smoke bud and I tell him yeah and he asks if I want to match a bowl and I tell him yeah cuz I was already on my way to go smoke and I wanted to kick it with the taller one anyway. So we go to these overturned picnic bench covers. So we move two of them together to block the wind proceed to sit down and smoke, which leads to getting drunk and sitting there for a while, and then I ask if (Kyle, and Clint his friend, b/c by then I knew his name) was single or what was his status at the time and he explained that going to school was his only priority. I was interested, extremely and I thought that it would be fun to see where this conversation could go. After about a half hour, Clint gets up and leaves on his bike to go somewhere and I move over and sit next to this brawny man and we spark a conversation. You know, just talking about high school experiences and shit, and then out of the blue he asks me if I am gay, but I am perplexed because I had not given out any real signals and I didn't know how to respond. But he follows up with "its OK, I am gay too, and you may be ashamed or whatever." I said that I am gay and very open to most people that I know. We continue talking and he finally takes me in his arms like I was wishing he would. Then he rubs my belly and I sorta whimper under the big arms of this man, because I would not want it any other way. He proceeds to give me a back rub, and when he is finished I'm like putty in his big paw-type hands. I turn around on top of him and kiss his neck and face until I reach his lips, and I slowly lick his lips and tease him with my tongue. There was a hot make out session for about 10 minutes when he asks me if I want to go somewhere and get more comfortable and I say yes, because I really want to find out what this man is packing. So we leave, and he helps me up, and I say to him, "Kyle, why have we not met before now," and he replies, "I was thinking the same thing." At that very moment, I felt so secure in this man's arms that my head started to spin. We ended up back at his parents RV, which was not so spacious, but more than supplied us with enough room to move around and pawl each other's bodies. I was in some ways uncomfortable with his all out assault of my body, because I had just met him. But of course, like any man would I did not object, because I loved the feelings that he was giving me. I am no virgin, but this man made me feel like I was back in the ninth grade, when you know what he likes and what he might say, and you try to be real calm and answer in nice ways. I also felt a feeling of closeness to this man, because of his sincerity and his all out interest in pleasing me. I'm not really into the domination scene, but he made feel like I was supposed to give all of my attention to him, and be the one who would make him whole. After a while of groping and kissing, we decided to get a little heavier...