I was a little kid when I hooked up with my first.
Didn’t know anything about love but now that I’m older, I know that’s what it was.
Sometimes, we’d get together before school, she’d have me tripping trying to be cool.
But usually, we’d just chill, read comic books and play videogames.
If she wasn’t a girl, I swear she’d have been my best friend the way we did the same things.
And we were little kids,
we didn’t have anywhere to go so
She’d listen while I did most of the talking.
My first got me into poetry, deeper thoughts and…
Guess that’s why the subject we loved was history,
listening to music in my room,
too scared to watch Unsolved Mysteries.
Man, couldn’t nobody tell me that..
Me and my first wasn’t gonna be together forever.
ESPECIALLY if I knew then,
What I know now?
I wouldn’t have done anything different.
Our experiences were so innocent..
It taught me what the old folks say,
“Can’t always have what you want”.
Every once in a while, we’d go to a house party around the way.
I didn’t try to cuff her and she never charged me up.
Somehow, some way, there was time for our play.
My first gave me the stimulation for erection to simulate the sensation of sexing.
It’s the highlight of a young boy’s day😅.. Yet, she detested foreplay.
I wasn’t her first and she was anxious to feel her glaze across my face.
I was tenaciously aggressive when tasting her,
There was no caution before opening my lips,
Prohibiting the movement of her warm lips with my fingertips.
I felt something drip and her goodness slipped.
Flowing freely over my tongue, down my throat.
I inhaled her like smoke.
It’s like my first had my mouth on remote.
Shudder, shake and suddenly relax with a strange glow.
How did she know?
I’d always come back?
Probably because this story is about my first dime sac! 🤣🤣🤣🤣😉