Date: Wed, 26 Jul 2023 17:50:20 +0000 From: drkjnsn Subject: "Breaking the Ceiling" Chapter 1 The following is a recollection of my first sexual experiences, which culminated in me losing my cherry. It's a true story, with different names for the people mentioned, and any and all similarities with other people are purely coincidental. Copyright Derek Jensen, July 2023 Chapter 1 -- In the Bushes I was about 10-years-old when I met Rick. He lived a block over, in my old neighborhood, and I always found him very cute. At 14, he was about 5'7 and already kinda burly. Obviously he was pretty popular, as he was also sought after by the girls, and played soccer very well. One of those guys with that natural magnetism about him. We never really hung out one-on-one, and ended up only getting together when our mutual friends were around. We didn't even go to the same school. However, it soon changed during one summer. At 5'2 I was the scrawny weird kid on the bloc. I'm pretty sure people already knew I was kind of fruity, but it seldom bothered me. My friends still played with me, and that's what mattered most to me at the time. I had shaggy curly hair, and puberty couldn't come fast enough. I already knew I was into men, since I used to spend a little too much time in the underwear aisle at the local supermarket, and made all my Sims male and gay, but I had yet to have any experiences, other than looking at my older brother's nude magazines. Of course, I was much more interested in the faceless guys who were touching the women. So the summer I'm talking about, I looked at men's crotches every chance I could. I was deathly curious, and imagined what sex would be like, and feel like, even though I wasn't entirely sure how something could fit in an asshole and be pleasurable. For some reason still unknown to me, I was way too interested in sexuality for a 10-year-old kid. For example, I remember peeping through the keyhole while my brother showered, and feeling a huge rush when I looked at his bush and flaccid penis. I wanted to do something about this whole ordeal, but jerking off never produced cum, like the dudes in the magazines. It felt great, but there was always this sort of ceiling I'd hit, and couldn't go further, in terms of pleasure. I wanted more. Rick noticed me looking at his crotch once, when the other kids and us were playing soccer one day. When he did so, we made eye contact, and I instinctively looked away, already making up a lie in my head that I was just looking at nothing, thinking about something else. For one reason or another, he apparently was down to clown. It was near dinner time, so the soccer game had to end. We all said goodbye to one another and Rick approached me after, since we were going in the same direction, and told me I should hang back. I was a bit nervous, getting to hang out with the popular kid. He told me to follow him, and we went behind some bushes near the soccer field, in old suburbia. I didn't know what he wanted, so my heart started racing. `Come here Derek. I gotta talk to you.' He grabbed my arm, and pulled me towards the bushes, where no one could see us. He looked around, saw the nearby clearing empty, and crossed his arms. `So you know the rumours about you, right?' He asked, curious, but with a stern look on his face. `What rumours?...' I asked back, unsure if I was gonna get beat up. `Don't lie to me, I know you know.' I could feel my heart in my throat. `I don't know what you're talking about!' Maybe it's because I was a kid, but I couldn't not deny that. He was much bigger than me, and I started to get scared. `You really are a fag, aren't you.' He smiled devilishly. `Look at how nervous you are!' `Listen, I don't know who you've been talking to--' `Just shut up.' He held up a hand, and pointed to his crotch. `You're gonna suck me off, and you're not gonna tell anyone. Got that?' `I don't wanna do that...' I sighed. But I did. I wanted to so bad my mouth was watering. `Yeah you do. You're a fag. Fags love that shit.' `But... are you gay?' I asked. `Fuck no!' He growled. `But I'm not the one taking a dick, you are.' That made no sense to me, but I wasn't gonna argue with him, and lose this chance. He took the silence as a win for him, and started untying his Adidas shorts. He pulled them down, and slapped his dick and balls on his hand. He was hairy for 14, and already had a good 6 or 7 inches on his pole. I noticed he had a half-chub, and went commando. `Fucking do it.' He ordered. I held his dick, not entirely sure what I should do, taking in the musky sweaty smell of someone who had just ran a few miles. He pushed down on my head, and I instinctively opened my mouth. The head was in. It tasted amazing, and felt velvety. I licked it like a lollipop, and held his balls in my hand. He moaned a `fuck' and started ruffling my hair. `That's a good faggot.' He said, and it made my small pecker hard as a rock. I got motivated to go further. I grabbed his thighs and tried to get as much as I could in my mouth. It was thick, and getting harder and harder. Saliva was helping, but I still choked at half-way to the base. I heard him chuckle, as tears ran through my face. However, in my inexperience, I accidentally rubbed his meat with my teeth. He grabbed my hair, and took my face out of his crotch. I looked up. `Open wider, bitch! Use your lips.' And before I could think he slammed my face into his dick again. I did as I was told, and tried protecting my teeth with my lips. I could now get more than half in. Sweat dripped down my back, as the summer heat seemed more intense with all this exercise and my nervous heartbeat. Next I licked his balls, inhaling deep every chance I could. My lips felt swollen by now, and I felt like a whore. I loved the feeling. On my knees in the dirt, servicing a guy older than me, him trying to repress his moans, and slapping me here and there. The submissiveness of it all... Lost in my lust, I didn't notice he started jerking his dick aggressively. I felt like he was close, so I put my mouth in front of the head and pursed my wet lips so he could feel them as he stroked. He started moaning loudly. `You're gonna eat this fucking cum.' He said, sweat dripping down his face and onto mine, as he looked at me and I looked back with a pleading stare. `Yeah you want it, don't you?' `Yes, I want it.' `What do you want? Fucking say it.' `Your cum.' I moaned. `Where?' `I want your cum in my mouth Rick.' `Fuck!' As he shouted that word he started shooting volleys. Two hit my face, and then he pressed my head and rammed his dick in my throat. `Fuck! Yeah bitch, fucking swallow it!' Three, four, five volleys went down my throat. The saltiness made me gag, and I coughed for a good minute after. He sighed, as he put his dick back in his shorts. The sun had set by now, but I could see him grinning, looking at my dirty face. He was proud to have humiliated me like that. I was still a bit scared, but mostly horny. `Okay, now fuck off. But we're gonna do this again.' He said, matter-of-factually, and proceeded to exit the bushes, as if he had just taken a leak and nothing else. Left there, sticky and sweaty and sighing, I sat down in the dirt, soiling my running shorts, and breathing heavily. I felt so wet down there, I realized my underwear had the most amount of precum I've ever seen. Using my fingers, I scooped some up, and brought it to my mouth. Savored the taste and jerked off right there. Still couldn't cum, but at least it felt way better this time. I was strangely proud of myself. After a minute I got up, and when I went home, I got straight into the shower, out of fear my parents would smell something on me, or notice something changed. I quite literally thought of nothing else during the remainder of that evening, until I went to sleep.