Well, I remember vividly my first time
It was so magical.
He was my best friend for nearly all my life and we were practically brothers, we knew each so well. He was my voice when I couldn't find mine, my protector when my shields broke down, my adventurer taking us on fantastic adventures around our little island home, my playmate when fun was to be had, my hero when I fell into distress, my warrior when I couldn't fight my battles.
He was my everything.
One day, after a long evening of hanging out near this pond in a secluded location, we decided to walk back home together, as we lived literally right next door to each other, as we had for majority of our lives. On the walk home, it was dark and even back then, we didn't have a whole bunch of lights on the island like how we do now (atleast not on the streets and not where we were), so I cozy-ed up next to him, and he knew I was slightly panicked.
So as were walking, he puts his arm around my shoulder and I look at him and he's kind of just staring straight on ahead, so I walk leaned partially against him, as we traversed the sometimes pitch dark, sometimes lit road to where we lived. We didn't have to worry about being kidnapped or raped, because a lot of us know each other here and kids like us back then often wandered about after hours, so long as we didn't leave the parish, let alone really the area. So our parents weren't overly worried.
As we come up on the street to take us into our neighborhood, we don't go directly to our houses, but slightly to the right of them, where an abandoned house was, that we often hung out in. We sat and talked for awhile, him inspecting things as usual, and me just sitting and watching... as usual, when he sat down next to me. Where we sat was purely by luck, as it was one of the few patches of grass that grew up through the foundation of the building with some Blue Bell flowers(vine flowers) growing up behind us. He looked at me and he looked different, as though something was on his mind and I was gonna ask what, when he just kissed me... just like that. To say I was astonished would've been the most absolute understatement imaginable, as he never ever struck me as the type to even kiss, let alone another boy.
I always have viewed myself and felt different from other boys, because I like pretty things and am quite gentle with almost all things that I do, and I don't like to do rough and tough things like boys typically like to... like he liked to, even when we had our adventures, I was always the voice of reason, the complementary ying to his yang, which sounds so corny. So I wasn't too surprised or shocked when I figured out that I liked him and had for a while, but often figured he would never reciprocate any of my feelings, except friendship, so when he kissed me I nearly melted into the ground...my first kiss.
But then he started to climb over me, like how we used to when we wrestled, although it wasn't much wrestling, as I'd usually just let him be on top and he seemed content with that, only this time, it felt different. With wrestling, there was a pretense of playing or playfulness, but this didn't have the same feeling. It was very much on purpose and not without reason, and that made me slightly nervous. He was a whole 4 1/2 months older than me, so I didn't know if he knew about this stuff already, because I knew the general idea, but not how to put it into practice.
I laid back and he looked down at me. He proceeded to lean down to kiss me...
and then I woke up :p .
So that would've been my first time, had I not woken up ><
Although all this pretty much happened in real life, we separated almost 5 years ago when he moved away and we never progressed to the point of actual
consummation .
My real first time will be magical... I'm hoping. I'm just that type of a guy :p .
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