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How Old Were You When You Took Your First Load (in your ass)?  

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  1. 1. How Old Were You When You Took Your First Load (in your ass)?

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Technically, yes, i was molested.  i never remember a time when i ever felt forced to do something, and there was never any violence, not even fun spankings.  Just sex.  Being everybody's bottom was truly me for as long as i can remember.   Always age appropriate stuff, feel good, gentle and lots of encouragement to be sexual, to have sex, with everyone.  I totally embraced it, jumped into the deep end, went looking for those looking for sex.  Was never bullied.  How can you bully someone you cannot embarrass by calling him a faggot and other descriptive descriptions when everybody knows he is whatever it is.  So school was as easy as i was.

Recently finished  two and 1/2 years of therapy (1/week to 1/month) for migraine after it put me in the hospital.   Was curious what it would do to my sexual persona.  Make me straight?   Make me VANILLA!  Would porn still turn me on?   Would i still want sex?

So far, as a result

i no longer needed anger management

i no longer drink, way too much, daily.  Now dry with no desire to drink alone.  I never saw that coming at all.  Still have 8+ cases of wine, 6 3L boxes/case, would have been gone by now (purchased shortly before hospital, local store going out of business, Great prices!  LOL,

And more stuff, too.  All good.  

Including the migraines.  Clean for over a year.

And as horny and perverted as ever.  Thankfully.

 

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On 8/2/2017 at 7:21 PM, evilqueerpig said:

I knew I was QUEER at 5, but wasn't until 17 that I had my first man.  It's always been my belief that being a pig is a genetic thing and nothing that can be taught!

I also knew at 5 that I liked "outies" and not "innies". My first sexual memory is at 5 in the bathroom at nursery school (it had two toilets) with John-John. Our pants and underwear were around our ankles and we were grinding our crotches together.

On 8/5/2017 at 12:11 PM, GloriHoleLover said:

So many folks find that so difficult to believe...that some of us honestly and truly live to please others, and not ourselves...and that pleasuring them gives us pleasure. 

I don't know that top men will EVER completely understand us as pleasure-givers, but I DO know that, like you, when a man begins to express the intensity of the pleasure I'm giving him with my body...by his motions, his groans and the deliciously filthy things he's telling me and calling me...that I heat up even more and my hunger grows to give him even MORE! That's just how it works...feed the fire more fuel and it always burns hotter!

I'm a top who gets at least as much (if not more) pleasure from giving it than from receiving it. Hearing the guy I'm fucking, licking, kissing, and/or touching moan just makes me redouble my efforts to keep him moaning like that.

Was I ever molested? I don't think so, but I'm honestly not sure. My second and third sexual memories are from when I was 6 or 7 and involve a cousin who was probably 15 at the time. In my second memory, I'm in his bedroom at our grandparent's house. He and his best friend are sitting on his bed. The best friend was clothed, but my cousin had to have at least had his pants undone and likely pulled down a little cause I was face level with his cock. I don't have a memory of having been sucking it, but I do remember him cumming and me wondering why puss was coming out of his dick. The next memory is of him on top of me with both of us fully clothed and he's grinding against me. I don't have any negative associations with either memory, I wouldn't be surprised if I were a willing participant in both situations as I joke that I come from promiscuous genes.

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While in my early teens, I had a number of much older guys approach me for attention (e.g. music teacher, dads friend, pastor etc) Most notably was at a sauna where all the guys were universally naked all the time in every room.. The guy who ran the place I guess groomed me and used to get in an impossibly small spa bath with me.

Nothing ever physical happened but it set me up to enjoy the company of men to serve them and to be an object of desire. I dearly wish something more would have happened but i guess the real opportunity never arose for them..?

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30 minutes ago, bigbootyboi said:

I was being used by a slightly older neighbor boy when I was around 8-10 and it’s no doubt what made me into the whore I am today

Do you think if it hadn't happened you'd be less promiscuous today?

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My older brother told me, years later, that I was molested by our teenage neighbours when I was around 5.  He was not involved.

I don't recall it, other than vague memories of being in the toilet attached to the gas station we owned.

We sold up and moved away later but as a kid I was always conscious of my butt hole and always played with it.

The molesting may have had a sub-conscious effect on who I am now.....bi with a tendency to gay,  according to the test. I certainly don't blame it totally.

When I was a teenager I found my brothers printed sex classifieds in a car he had...remember those? 

I was naturally curious about girl's secret bits, but was more attracted to the Male Seeks Male section, particularly if there were grainy dick photos attached!

In later years as a mechanic apprentice, it was my job to buy the Playboy and Penthouse magazines every month out of my own money, to put in the workshop lunch room. I loved looking at the pictures but particularly loved looking at the cocks poised to fuck the girls!!. 

So I guess I have always had these tendencies...I only wish I had acted on them years earlier!!

The question would be, in my case, did the molesting make me who I am, even if I don't actually recall it? 

 

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I was "molested" by a teacher who was only so bold as to pair kids up in secret - he only liked to watch and direct, but I don't recall if he actually filmed. He didn't know he was pairing me up with my cousin when I was around 10, but my female cousin already had experience at that age and had no objections. Teacher never got caught, but ended up moving away. Sometimes I wonder if he ever continued his alternative "sex education." Either way, I only ever fucked raw from that age. Still fuck my cousin from time to time, behind hubby's back. At one point, we thought one of her kids could have been mine (she wasn't).

Wasn't until 12 and living in Utah when I had sex with another boy, my best friend at the time. I had taken to sneaking my dad's porn videos from his room, sharing them with my friend and jacking off next to him. One day on the way back from school, he asked if it was weird to want to put his cock in another boy's ass. We'd already seen anal sex, so I said no. Ended up blowing each other and fucking most of the night when he stayed over the next time. About a month later one of the old guys who owned one of the duplexes offered to babysit for a bunch of parents. One of them was the neighbor girl next door. We were told we'd be watching movies the whole weekend.

Well... we did. When we were taking breaks from making movies. I still wonder if there's a video of younger me circling around in the hands of older perverts. That was the first time I had someone older than me. We had "movie night" once a month, up until the neighbor girl moved away.

By the time I was 15 and back in California, I was actively looking for sex from older men. It took me years after the fact, but that was around the time I took my first poz load. I still don't know how I came away from that without actually getting pozzed, maybe I was lucky (it was only one time, but he had all the signs). I eventually ended up mellowing out and taking a break from chasing (and giving) tail, but I definitely put all my "education" into practice with the boyfriends/girlfriends I had after high-school.

I can't say for sure it's what made me what I am today. I certainly don't reach out like I used to back then. But I don't think I've burned out, either. I've slowly started to reconnect, and when I'm with those few friends I keep in touch with, I definitely go nuts until I nut. I do know that I wasn't ever that scared, or in pain, when it happened. I had the "benefit" of "mentors" that made it as comfortable as possible, and friends to make it fun. I'm not going to lie, I have alot of fond memories from then, as wrong as it was.

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