Well, here we go. I hope you don’t mind if I give you the long version. When I was about 11, I stayed over at a friend’s house. He had started school later than I (I started early) and had been held back a couple of years, so he was about 14. A very mature 14. I was a young, naive 11.
We were lying in his bed that night and he was talking about girls and sex. I’d heard that kind of talk at school, but didn’t really know much about it. I looked over in the dim light and saw the “tent”. I had no idea what it was, as I still had a little peepee that got stiff while I slept for reasons I didn’t know. I asked what it was and he showed it to me. I had never seen anything like that.
He asked if he could stick it in my butt, and I remembered the enemas that my mom had given me, and I didn’t mind those. The little red syringe felt ok, so why wouldn’t anything else? I told him to go ahead and he instructed me to roll over and spread my legs, which I did right away, because this was something new. He climbed on top and pushed really hard but it would not go in. He was too big, I was too small, and we knew nothing about lube. After trying a bit, he gave up and showed me how to masturbate, which we did for a while.
When we were done, we went down stairs to the only bathroom to pee. I saw a tub of Vaseline on the back of the toilet and had a eureka moment... That’s how my mom gave me enemas. So we took it upstairs and tried again.
This time he climbed on top and pushed until it slid in. It really hurt at first. But since he was a lot bigger than I, and I’m naturally submissive, I laid there with my face in the pillow and took it.
Funny thing is, after a few minutes (and I think he went for a while) it started to feel kinda good. Then he was done.
We tried again a couple weeks later, but we were in the woods, with no lube again. He just dry humped between my legs. When he done, I looked down and was covered with this white stuff. I had no idea what that was either.
This is completely true and there’s details if anyone is interested. Please contact me or respond if you had a similar experience.
Since then, I’ve been obsessed with the feeling of having things inside me. Funny thing is, I’m not romantically attracted to other men at all. I just like that feeling that I first experienced almost fifty years ago.