Not That You Care: An Autosexography
Autosexography isn't a word according to my laptop. So that means I get to define it, right?
Autosexography- An autobiography... but you know... cutting out all the bull shit and getting to some of the good parts.
Part I: Before Leaving for College
I guess we can go to the beginning. My earliest memories prior to moving at age four were playing "doctor" at age three. Even back then I knew I liked boys. I didn't know what it meant or what to do with it but I was aware of it. Something where you just know you're a little different and have no idea how to put your finger on it. I'm sure you some of you can relate. They're among my first memories, though the order in which things happened back then is fuzzy... but that's not what's important. The same thing happened with the new neighbor when we moved but they left about a year later. After that I was just left with unresolved feelings that wouldn't be remotely comprehended until around age 14 or 15 when my new favorite toy became my cock and the endless story that is trying to find a new way to turn myself on.
The teen years were as sexually entertaining... excluding nearly hurting myself in the tub while trying to deep throat myself... as watching your pet rock use the bathroom. That is, until I finally decided to date somebody. Even though I knew I liked boys I figured I should try women. It's the "natural" thing to do even though it didn't come naturally to me, as a good catholic boy it was a good idea. I dated a preachers daughter who, in retrospect, was just looking for a quick fuck and I was just not ready to be that. I hadn't assimilated into our over-sexualized culture and just wasn't ready to do it. Some days I'm still not but I guess boners need love too.
At age 19 I still had some reservations about the foreign concept of love and the fairytale idea that the first person I had sex with. He would be this storybook image of innocence and fair haired perfection befitting to somebody who had always been a nice guy(and was fairly attractive). Post breakup, I continued patiently waiting for somebody a bit more willing to be less of a whore. I picked up some talent from my womanizing older siblings. I usually went after women with daddy issues and lust like a dog in heat. I decided something beyond kissing, finger fucking, and dry humping would do me good so a couple weeks later a year after my first relationship I finally lost my virginity, by accident. I found out the hard way my girlfriend's last boyfriend was easily as big as I was and had been pile-driving her downstairs into the stretched warmth that my cock had just slipped into. After I played 20 questions with myself about her vagina I decided I was already in deep and going a little deeper couldn't hurt.
I broke up with her a couple months later after establishing I'm fantastic at fucking women. I found vaginas and women were nice. I could force it but I'm not interested in being content with one woman. About two months after this, I applied to leave my home for a bigger school so I could experience a different part of the world. I figured that finding a guy to fuck me would be easier than going through the steps I went with women. The best way seemed to be using the internet and I responded to a couple of personals. I met up with a thick dicked lad who had a taste for virgins and promised to use a condom. Back then, I still had reservations about cock size. Nothing longer than 7.5 inches. He was probably about 6x6. That was probably the best/worst thing that could happen. I found out size (length) doesn't always matter and that girth is just great.
He rented a nice hotel room with a hot tub for us and bent me over properly. I laid on my stomach and asked him to gently slide in. He rested on me while pushing his hard cock forward into my uncharted territory. I felt a pain from hell and pleasure from heaven shoot through my body in waves as what little bit of innocence I had left was fucked from my body. It was like nothing I'd ever felt before. My senses didn't know what to do, I was feeling such intense pleasure I could only see black and couldn't speak. I was moaning uncontrollably and didn't even know it until he told me I was after. he picked my tail end up and suspended me so he could continue fucking me doggy until I hurt and could no longer go on. I instantly knew that's what I was meant for, what I was meant to be doing sexually.
Part 2: Open to Suggestions.