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Memories of My First Boyfriend

Posted by: darlington Age: 32 Posted on: 18 Aug 2015 2 comments
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My first boyfriend and I were very compatible.

Long before I came to think of myself as autosexual, I started dating my first boyfriend who I suspect is the same way even though he has been happily married for years to his college sweetheart. We were both 14 and in our freshman year of high school when we met. We were both virgins, and even though he decided he was ready for intercourse after we were together for a couple of months, I wanted to wait until we were together for a year. What we did in that year was give each other lots of hand jobs and have lots of phone sex. Giving him an orgasm with my hand was a wonderful experience. He showed me how to lubricate my hand with spit and then grasp his penis and jerk it off. Sometimes, I would reach down with my hand to coat it with my vaginal juices and lubricate his penis with that for the hand job. It drove him wild to know how wet I had gotten from our playing around and that I was putting my fluids on him to pleasure him. I never had an orgasm from his manual stimulation even though I tried to show him how to do it. It had more to do with me than it did with him. I just hadn't yet learned to let go with someone else. Even so, I enjoyed his fingering of my clitoris and his exploring finger inside my vagina. Afterwards, I would finish the job alone. We talked a lot about how horny we were. Like me, he masturbated every day. Like me, he also liked to get off on looking at himself while he did it. He told me that he sometimes fantasized about another boy in our class who was ahead of the curve when it came to puberty and looked older than he was. He said that he imagined that this boy had a big dick. Phone sex was a regular indulgence because we couldn't see each other in person all the time. We would describe in detail what we were doing to ourselves. He liked it when I announced my orgasm when I was about to have it. Intercourse was not nearly as good as what we did to each other with our hands. It was a big letdown. We were together for my freshman and sophomore years. I often wonder if he's happy in his marriage or if he'd rather be exclusively autosexual like me.