Poll: Your First Time
Added 2026-01-06 02:46:07 +0000 UTCHi all!
I'm over the flu and back it. Let's get another (optional) reader poll going! One of the people who answer will get a free paperback Cody Croquet of your choice!
Tell me about your first time! Feel free to comment to elaborate 😉
Comment the story! If not your first time, feel free to tell your hottest experience
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Cody
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This is a true story I've never wrote it down or told anyone. I'm not a writer but here goes. In my sophomore year of highschool I really started to come into my own. I played the baritone in marching band and finally put on a good bit of muscle. Thanks to puberty, I peaked around 6"2 and with it came a risky libido. One of my section members was a guy, I'll call him DJ. He was a pussy magnet and fucked I'm not sure how many girls. He was in the soccer team and had a the confidence of an entitled ass. Which to be fair, he was hot and knew it. During our trip for the year, we were destined for New York city, which meant 4 guys to one a two bed room. I was stuck with two freshman and DJ. During the 14 hour drive up, he kept talking about how he would sleep in the tub. He's the kind of dude that sleeps nude so I'd better let him have the bed solo. Since I was in the closet I was praying for that to happen. After the first night he sleeps nude and has a pillow between us. There is a lot of tension but I felt the bed shake like he was jerking off so I did it too. Afterwards nobody said anything and we fell sleep. The next day, after the other guys feel sleep just a few feet away, things for a little hotter. I got up to pee then acted like I was on the wrong side of the bed so I could touch his naked body. His cock was rock hard and I made sure to point it out. DJ whispered, have you ever sucked a cock before? I said no, but that was a bold faced lie. He was about 8 inches long and I could barely fit my hand around it, he was a lot thicker at the middle of his cock too. After a few minutes of sucking he really wanted to get at my cock. That didn't last long before he said. "You can put it in my ass if you want" I jumped this, being a complete ass virgin in just stuck it in. He took it like a champ and his soccer ass was so tight on my dick. I busted inside him really quick and offered to let him fuck me. He turned it down and talked about ask the chicks he fucked then took a shower. We never talked about that again, the guys never woke up and never hung out again. I used to see him in Grindr back in the day begging for a good pounding. I like to think I got him hooked.He was a wife now but I see him on there occasionally so I guess he still has a hungry hole. I can always elaborate a bit more on things if people want but that's the gist. I had some similar encounters in my life that i can write down if anyone enjoys it.
collegegradstl
2026-01-08 07:44:07 +0000 UTCHaha, no judgment please lol! I don't write like Cody, but here is my wild experience in my early teens. When someone asks about my “first time,” my mind doesn’t go where people usually assume. It goes back to Costa Rica in 1974, when I was fourteen, still very much a kid, but standing right at the edge of something that felt bigger than I could name. I went there just after my father passed away. My mother thought a change of scenery might help — maybe she was right, but it was far more then scenery that happen to a boy. I had the option to go to Florida with her and my sister, or to Costa Rica with our neighbors. For a fourteen-year-old boy, the choice felt obvious. Back home, I was sheltered, babied, expected to behave, and expected to fit neatly under my mother’s wing. I already knew something about myself then, but I kept it buried deep. It wasn’t the kind of thing you talked about in the 1970s, especially not in a Cuban household, and especially not at that age. Costa Rica cracked something open. I met another boy my age, and everything seemed to unfold naturally from there. We rode buses all over, wandered into stores, ate fruits I’d never seen before, went places without anyone checking our age. I had my first cigarette with him, my first time in a club, my first real taste of independence and more importantly, my first taste of cock, but we will get to that. But more than any of that, it was the time we spent together — the quiet moments, the closeness, the way my stomach filled with butterflies every time I saw him. We hugged, we kissed, and it felt tender and exhilarating, like a light turning on rather than a question being asked. A Special moment in time. I remember that the family was well to do and had a live-in maid that had her own quarters outside in the back. He has the key, and when she went grocery shopping, it was our time to play. Neither of us knew what to do, but together we would start to kiss and start shedding clothes like animals. I felt like a crazed animal wanting to devour him. He looked at me like I was crazy and told me in Spanish “No hay prisa” no hurry. Yeh, I said “Callate” Shut up and pushed him on to the bed and took off his underwear. FUCK he was so hot! We were both hard and being my first time, I just stopped and looked at him dazed. He looked at me cute AF and said “?Que to pasa, no te gusta?” What’s up, you don’t like it. That’s all it took, and I went at him like fire without any direction. When I started to lick his balls, he went off instantly. Cum everywhere. I took my finger and started to play with his cum and he said “?Te gusta?” you like it? I said “No se” I don’t know. He said “Pruebalo” Taste it. I looked at him and he had this inquisitive smile, like not pushy or daring, but like I’d maybe want to try it too. So, I took my finger to my mouth and licked it. It was really expecting it to be gross, but it was sweet and salty, and I loved it. I went for his dick and started to lick it clean and it started to get hard again. OMG, it was so awesome, it didn’t take him more then 5 minutes for him to cum again. He went into a state where he had no control of his body, he was trembling, gasping and moaning and without saying a word, he came again, but this time into my mouth. It was warm, unlike tasting it from my finger. The thrill was unlike anything a could have ever imagined. I laid by his side content but hard AF, my dick had precum oozing out and he took his finger to taste my pre-cum and said “Dios, me encanta” God, I love this. He didn’t hesitate another moment, he took my dick in his hand and said “Mucho mas grande que el mio” Much bigger than mine. He looked puzzled and said “El tullo se ve diferente” yours looks different. Yeh, I was uncut, and he was cut. No more questions, he just looked at my dick, looked at me and stated to play with the precum. He bent forward and licked the skin over my cock, and he must of liked it, because he started to use his tongue to slowly lick between the skin flapping over the head of my dick and my fully hard dick head. I was in a state of awe and shock. My mouth was open just watching my friend play with my dick in his mouth. I tried to prolong this experience as much as I could. I held back and held as much as I could, but it was too much, I felt it, oh my god, I’m going to cum I said to my self and that was it. Oh, my fucking god, oh fuck oh fuck! I said out loud. I looked at him and started laughing uncontrollably. He had cum all over his face. It was HAF! He looked mad at me, until I reached for him and started to kiss him. I hugged him into my chest and told him in English “You are hot as fuck dude”. I wasn’t confused. I felt empowered. Alive. Seen. There were moments of nervousness, sure — but excitement drowned them out. For the first time, I wasn’t hiding, even if I didn’t yet have the words or courage to carry that truth back home with me. When the month ended, I had to leave. I remember knowing that, accepting it, even if it was sad. As kids do, I went back to school, back to life, and the days filled up quickly. But the feeling didn’t disappear. It stayed tucked away, waiting. Years later, I would try to bury it again. I married young. I did what I thought I was supposed to do. And eventually, I had to face the truth I’d already known at fourteen, on a bus in Costa Rica, next to a boy who made my heart race. Looking back now, at sixty-five, I don’t mourn that moment — I’m grateful for it. It didn’t define my whole life, but it showed me when I needed it most. For one incredible month, I was free, curious, and unafraid. And that memory has never left me.
Anthony
2026-01-06 20:05:03 +0000 UTC
