Beginning my story – [M]y [f]irst time

If you’ve looked at my previous post you will know I am a 20 year old who has slept with over 50 women, 57 to be exact. Now this never seemed that much to me, but I’m told it’s a lot. From the response I got from my first post, I figured I’d start with some details about myself. (All names changed for privacy purposes).

Also, apologies for length, if you want to skip to the sex part scroll to the — –.

As for myself right now I am 20, white, athletic – I have trained and competed with varying success in over 10 different sports. I’m often told I look like Brenden Urie from Panic at the Disco. I have one chest tattoo a few inches around, and a tattoo down my back about 6 inches wide from neck to just above my waistline. My biggest physical insecurity is that I am 5’7″ and have been bullied for always being small for most of my childhood. Also, since this is gonewild, I suppose I should include that my cock is about 7 in and an inch and a half across.

Now to give you a bit of a background, I grew up in a large Canadian city, and went to a religious yet relaxed elementary school for the ages of 6-11 (Not of my own choice). After my final year there, my parents decided it was time I started doing something with my summers, so I , like many Canadian children, went away to a summer camp just after turning 12; I chose the one my best friend at the time went to. When I got there I met mat ‘cabin’ the 8 boys I would be living with.

At this point in my life I was fairly innocent, I knew what was what in regards to sex and how it worked, but never really thought about it too much and had only kissed a few girls, only going any farther with one. Now the first few days I started to settle in and an immediate challenge arose in another boy in my cabin named Zack. He was the kind of kid who now looking back, clearly never had an authority figure at home. He got on with all the older kids, even councillors who were about 16. He had a group of friends with him from home that did whatever he said and was looking for someone to bully. The obvious choice was myself who was about 4’4″ at the time and slim, the smallest in the cabin. There was one obstacle that led us into an uneasy stand-off. The sports I mentioned, one of them was Taekwondo which I had been doing since the age of 3 and had just achieved my black belt before coming to camp.

I was supposed to be at camp for 4 weeks and it was 2 weeks of this stand-off before he came up with his plan to test me, he arranged a fight night. All boys who wanted to in the next three cabins of our age and the year above would attend at ours, fight, winner moved on to the next round and everyone put what little money we had in a pot. My original plan was simply to sit on my bed, watch, and not participate as I was never inclined towards violence. The fact I didn’t count on was her. Through the first two weeks of camp I had developed a crush on a girl named Zoe. She was thin, blonde, extremely popular and exactly my type. I don’t know how Zack found out about my crush, but he did and he made sure she and her friends attended to watch. Thats when he called me out publicly. The black belt guy who wouldn’t fight? What was I afraid of. Naturally at 12, I had no choice. I won the first few rounds easily by letting the boys swing and hit my forearms till i could grab an arm and put it in a lock, forcing them to tap out. Zack, seeing me not lose, didn’t want to fight me himself, so he sent in his biggest pet bully, a guy who was at the time just short of 6 foot already and very chubby. Everyone knew it was an uneven match yet I had just won 3 rounds and everyone wanted to see the smallest kid versus the largest I guess. I did the only thing I could, I dodged around every swing not wanting to hurt the kid until he got me in a bear hug. Thats when I saw her and a short laugh to her friend. Looking back I don’t even think she was laughing at me but thats how it seemed at the time and that was it for me. I hated these kids, I was miserable at camp, and now they had tried to humiliate me infront of her. I let myself go to rage, through my head back into his nose and as he dropped me I span, sending a kick into his jaw. He dropped to the ground and I threw one more punch before standing back as everyone went silent. I ran out of the cabin.

After this, the stand-off continued, albiet with less teasing and verbal abuse, they kinda just left me until a week later. Thats when another kid in the cabin, Tom, decided to throw a party with the snacks and pop we got from a raid on the tuck cabin with all the candy (another story for another time). It would be our cabin, and a girls cabin that Zack was close with the councillors of, it was Zoe’s cabin. We held the party and quickly turned to spin the bottle. We played, snacked, the councillors even gave us a few sips of some alcohol they stole from their parents. And then we escalated to 7 minutes in heaven, which was in the woods behind the cabin. I hadn’t landed on Zoe in spin the bottle but on the first round the bottle pointed to her, and then to me. It seemed like time stopped, I had no idea what to do so I looked at her, to the ground, and back to her, as she got up and headed to the door, looking back at me to follow. We went out back and looked at each other awkwardly for a moment before she smiled, rolled her eyes and kissed me.

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We kissed like maniacs and looking back it was a mess but we quickly ended up on the forest floor, we started awkwardly feeling each-other up and it was clear she had a bit more experience than I. It escalated until we heard people calling our names and had to re-compose ourselves. We went back inside me walking in front of her when she whispered from behind me something along the lines of ‘We’re not done, meet me here tomorrow night.’ The rest of the night I cannot remember, I know we watched the rest of the game and went to bed but I couldn’t stop thinking about tomorrow, everything in that day too is a blur. That is until lying in bed the next night, waiting for everyone to fall asleep before heading back into the woods. I got there before her and waited 20 minutes unsure if she was coming. But then she appeared and if I’m honest, I don’t remember it that well. I remember we stripped one piece of clothing off each-other at a time. We stood there in the dark trying to make out each others bodies before lying down, kissing, touching, and thats when she said I should ‘put it in’ I wanted to seem like I knew what I was doing and didn’t think you were supposed to use your hands to guide it. So I grinded against her for what must have been 10 minutes hard as a rock, not sure if I was in her or not except for her occasional reminders of, not there before finally I felt it.

I felt it slip in and I pushed, hard. I’d love to give you an account of us moving together fluidly or different positions but that was it really, about 7 minutes of quiet awkward missionary with neither of us really knowing what we were doing until finally I felt a familiar feeling and with a final thrust, came what little sperm I had inside of her. I think this is where my love of cream-pies comes from. We kissed again, got dressed, and both headed back to our cabins. It was only a few more days until we had to leave, and we never got the chance again beyond a few kisses and touches. But this was my first time, when I lost my virginity in the woods when I was 12. My friends today know the basic facts of the story and their favourite laugh is in the game never have I ever, shouting slept with a 12 year old. If you know the game, well, you know.

Sorry again for the long read, hope you enjoyed and I promise more of my adventures to come.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/adxmtm/beginning_my_story_my_first_time