My First Frottage

It was a while ago now, I was 8 or 9 and my schoolmate was also a neighbour. I used to go to his place after school. There was only him and his mother and we were always left alone to play in his room. I can't remember how it started but I'm sure I started it. We got to the point where we were lying on top of each other and rubbing our crotches together. I had many dry ******* and loved it. Then one day I had a real ******. I thought I had broken it although it felt wonderful. I thought the liquid was blood and didn't know what it was when I had a look. I come from a broken home and my father was never in the picture, so I had never been given THE talk.
Once I recovered and discovered I could *** again and again, I was at it all the time, but I will never forget how frottage introduced me to the joys of sex.
Peter
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May 20, 2012