Part 1 of my “sex diary” where I write about my sexlife with my boyfriend. He is my first, and I am his first as well. So we get to explore sex together. If any readers have comments, or tips, or suggestions about fun things to try, please let me know.
Everything in these diary stories is always 100% true and I won’t add anything to try and make things sexier or more advanced in any way. The entries are mostly for myself to look back on, but I decided to post them online for others to enjoy, and maybe I will have some positive interactions with other people about my writings.
It’s March 2021 and I’m 23. I’ve never had a boyfriend before. I’m talking to a guy online, and things are going well. I will call him M. He is two years older than me. He seems kind and is understanding about my anxiety disorder. We have many things to talk about, from books to music and life in general and I enjoy our chats a lot. We soon have our first phone call, and although we were both nervous, it went really well.
In April we set up a date and meet to have bagels and coffee together. He seems wonderful. I am nervous as all hell but he knows I am anxious and takes charge of the conversation. Within 15 minutes he has me babbling on about the latest movie I saw. After our long chats online and our phone calls, I feel like I know a lot about him, yet we are still strangers.
In May we’ve met a few times, and we’ve kissed. Kissing is amazing. He had kissed one other girl before me, but he was my first kiss. He’s also had a handjob from that girl he kissed but he’s never had sex, so we are both virgins. One night in May while we are making out, he asks if I want to try touching him down there. I don’t feel ready and I tell him as much, and to my relief he understands. I was worried he wouldn’t understand.
The fact that he was understanding of my feelings made me want to touch him, ironically enough. And on the next night we met, I did.
“Can I see?” I had put my hand between his legs while we kissed and rubbed him over his trousers. I felt how hard he was.
He stood up, dropped his jeans and boxers to his ankles. There it was. My first penis. Dick. Cock.
It looked wonderful. He was now standing in front of me, and I was sat on the sofa.
“If you want to touch it, you can just do like this.” He wrapped his hand around his erection and gently moved it up and down. I reached out and my hand replaced his. The feeling was interesting. Hard, yet kind of soft at the same time. Very warm. A little bit sticky.
I rubbed up and down gently and with the pad of his finger he collected a drop of clear liquid that had formed at the hole at the tip of his penis. He swirled his finger around the head. “It’s really slippery and feels good,” he said.
He took my hand and showed me how to rub with a twisty motion, and go all the way up over the head and all the way down to the base, then up again. After a few repetitions of this, more slippery clear liquid had oozed out and my hand was smearing it all over his beautiful cock, making it slippery and wet, my hand sliding over the entirety of his cock with almost no friction at all.
“Can you massage the balls a little with your other hand?”
The skin on his ball sack felt crinkly, and colder than the skin on his dick. When I touched them, it felt like they shrank, and for a second I got scared that he didn’t like it. But he moaned softly and I understood that he was enjoying my touch.
I thought about pulling my top and bra down to show him my breasts and immediately my heart started pounding even harder in my chest. I was horny. I could feel that I was wet, soaking wet. But I also knew I wasn’t ready to go any further tonight than massaging his cock. But I wanted to do something more, just go a tiny bit further.
(at his point I can’t remember exactly what I said, but I think I just asked him if he wanted to see my boobs, and he replied that he did want to see them)
I let go of his cock and balls and pulled my top and bra down, exposing my breasts. I looked up at his face to gauge his reaction and was happy to see that he had a huge smile on his face. He complimented my breasts and said that they were beautiful. That felt very good to hear.
(the next bit is a bit of a blur also, but he basically asked if he could touch my breasts and I agreed to that, and while he massaged my breasts and pinched my nipples I reached back out to rub his cock some more)
Before long, I noticed his cock was stiffening even more and it looked like his balls were shrinking by the second, or moving upward. I reached out to touch them and it felt like they were pressed up against his pelvis.
“Oh,” and then he said my name, letting go of my breasts.
I looked up at his face, and just as I did, he came. He grunted, and two jets of sperm shot upward straight out of his cock and then landed on the floor between my feet. More warm sperm bubbled and oozed out and dribbled over my hand and wrist.
It felt like his erection was alive in my hand. Now I understood why people like to use the word “throbbing” in erotic stories. Because that’s exactly what it was doing. His cock really was throbbing. The eruption was more violent than I expected, and the seed was messier than I expected.
Seeing him cum while grunting and moaning, and feeling the powerful throbbing in my hand - what an exciting experience that was. My first sexual experience.
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I hope you liked this first part, thank you for reading. As I said I won’t embellish these stories, and if I don’t remember some details, then I won’t make anything up.
Feedback from all readers is always welcome.
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