My First Time

I remember my first time fondly. How could I forget? I was a young man, just coming into my body. It seemed like every day I could feel myself getting bigger, stronger, more of a man. This just helped propel me along the way.

Of course, it was awkward at first. There was a lot of fumbling around. I seemed to never know where to put my hands. I'd have to stop often and start over. The worst was being criticized every time I had to start over. At first, I was a little embarrassed, but with each criticism and each restart, I put my mind to getting better at it. Like so many other things in life, it required a lot of concentration and focus in order to get the job done right and done well.

I was young and full of energy, and so I made the mistake of not pacing myself. I was spent far too soon. I lay there and rested, trying to catch my breath, ready to go back in. I remember the sheen of sweat covering my skin. It was hot, and with every moment, every time our bodies were mashed together, it seemed to get hotter in a literal and figurative sense. The warm July sun was shining down on our bodies, adding to the heat and giving our bodies a youthful and powerful glow.

After I caught my breath and grabbed a quick drink, I was finally ready to get back in the game. I dove back in with reckless abandon and a zealousness that only youth could capture. I was fast, I was hard, I was tough. I learned how to use my hands, where to put them. I discovered that I could use my legs, thrust forward explosively with them, use them to my advantage to be stronger and faster and harder. I grunted, trying to capture the essence of my masculinity.

Finally, I broke free. I looked up, into a pair of blue eyes, and made a connection. It was like we were one. My hands closed around, and I drew it to my chest, holding it tight. My hands caressed the object of my desire lovingly, my arms wrapping around and cradling, keeping it close to my body. I could hear the breathy exhortations, "Yes, yes, yes...go, go, go!" And then finally it happened. I had scored. Exhausted, jubilant, sweaty from the effort, I collapsed onto the ground, a great smile on my face, beaming from ear to ear. A rushing was in my ears, and I tried to speak, but I was still panting so hard that I couldn't really put my thoughts into words. It was heavenly. It was bliss. It was wonderful.

Yep, I'll never forget my first football practice.