Welcome to soxster.com – why don’t you introduce yourself?
Hi! I’m C, go by @kylarsyde on twitter. I’m 26, a gymnast, work in healthcare and I’ve known Andrew for almost a year now 😊
On a scale of one to ten – how much of a horny boy are you?
Hmmm that’s an interesting question. I’d say I fluctuate between like a 7 some weeks and a hard 10 others. This week for example I have been so horny I have been railing myself with toys every night haha.
What’s your earliest memory that had a sexual component for you?
I definitely always had crushes on other boys growing up, even when I was as young as like 7 or 8. The first time I remember thinking sexually I was maybe 9. We had some family friends we used to always skinny dip with (I’m not sure we ever swam with clothes on) and I remember thinking I really wanted to put their dicks in my mouth. I wasn’t really exposed to anything sexual at all, so I didnt know that was a thing haha. When we were bathing later that night (also done as a group activity, which in hindsight was a little weird by that age) we were being silly and I convinced another boy to let me put his dick in my mouth. I remember thinking, “wow this is fun!”. Can’t say it was ‘sexual’ in nature, but it was definitely a thrill.
My first time experiencing true sexual attraction I was maybe 11 and my cousin who was about 13 was scrolling through Tumblr on their phone. A video of two emo boys kissing was on her feed (very stereotypical Tumblr 2009 haha) and I was immediately hard. I remember trying to find the video on the family computer that night.
Luckily, I was tech savvy enough to delete the internet history haha
Did that experience contribute to your emo aesthetic?
Haha I definitely think so! Between that and these cool (and very scene) kung fu guys that used to train in our gym after we left.
Little did I know at the time it would truely not be a phase.
What was your first sexual experience?
Haha now that is definitely a fun story.
So, the story begins with in highschool years. I went to one of the big Catholic all boys private schools in Brisbane. Now that might sound like a dream to some people, but unfortunately, I didn’t get to have the “railed by the whole first 15 team” experience you would hope for. I think I hit just the age group where everyone was theoretically fine with people being gay, but not quite to the point where it was a feasible identity you could take on, own, and not be bullied into oblivion.
So, basically, a real crap time to be gay in a school full of horny boys. There wasn’t even the ‘taboo’ to draw people in.
All this is to say that no one was even really was rumoured to be closeted, which makes the climax (pun intended) of the story so so much better.
Now to the actual story. At this school in yr 11, we went on a “leadership camp”. It had a fancy biblical greek name but that’s not really important. It was 3 nights away in groups of about 30 boys. I was a late addition to the camp group I went on as I had missed the sign up. So instead of going with the people I wanted to be friends with, I ended up being grouped with the ‘nerd’ group, who I had been close with in years prior but had slipped away from in the last year or so.
So the all load out 15 yr old selves onto the bus and start the trip up into the Goldcoast hinterlands. Half way there, the bus is stopped and the teacher in charge announces that as part of the camp, we are to be disconnected from the outside world, which included disconnected from the concept of time (don’t ask how that made sense, they gave some deeply religious reasoning that failed to resonate with any of us at all). We had to hand all electronics and watches in to the staff and we would not receive them back till we were back down the mountain.
Sounds like hell for a teenager but I suspect this experience ends with you in heaven.
Oh believe me we were not happy at this point haha. But we definitely found ways to entertain ourselves 😜
We then continued our ascent up the mountains. As the bus climbed, a thick fog rolled over the bus. I am quite sure the driver could only have been keeping us on the roads by feel, as the fog was so thick we couldn’t see the trees outside the bus.
When we arrived, we unpacked our belongings from the bus and looked around. Honestly, the fog was so thick we could barely make out the shapes of buildings not 10m away. It felt distinctly like a dream, like at any moment I would wake up back on the bus having dosed off.
Adding to this, all the clocks in the place had been removed. As we couldn’t see the sun through the fog and clouds, we could only tell really whether it was day or night, no inkling of what time it actually was.
Sorry I know I am doing alot of setup before the interesting part of the story, but I think the scene was so important to the feelings we had during this trip.
It was immensely ‘un-real’, like a vision of purgatory. I think this created a sense of freedom in us, and was really the catalyst for all that happened.
So many people I know have extraordinary experiences on vacations or when they’re out of their normal environment – but not so many have that for their first time
I won’t bore you with all the details of the camp activities. Needless to say, it was exactly what you would expect. group reflections, themed arts and crafts, and guided meditations (where an errant fart from one boy sent us giggling for what must have been an hour)
On major part of these activities that was drilled into us was that what happens on camp, stays on camp. Nothing we shared in our reflections or group debriefs would be spoken of after we left. This was a tradition that we had known from students in older grades, who would never tell you anything of what happens at these camps. It was sacred and you learnt what it was when it was your turn. Now while that sounds very ominous (abuse 101), I think this definitely only added to our willingness to do things we wouldn’t normal do, as there would be no consequences or reprecussions.
Our group of friends was assigned to a room of 8. 4 bunk beds and a small bathroom (I’m sure you can imagine the smell). The first night is uneventful, although I do definitely remember thinking the boy in the bunk below me was jerking off by how the bed was moving at one point.
The second day was much like the first, although it seemed the fog had only gotten thicker. We very literally could not see 3m in front of us. We had to follow the sounds of the kitchen staff to find breakfast.
This definitely only heightened the sense of separation from the real world. Like nothing we did up here was real, and nothing had real consequences.
Fascinating – it sounds other worldly
In the afternoon (I think) we got our first dose of free time where could just hang out with our friends. My group of about 11 went up to sit in some extra rooms that were not being used by our camp. While this was really only about 20-30m from the rest of the camp (we could hear our teachers very clearly when they yelled for us all to come back for dinner), the fog made it all seems miles away, and very private.
As it often does in a room full of 15 yr Olds, the conversation turned to sex and what we liked and disliked in girls. Tits, ass, and hot face, were all common answers (I always said ass, which in hindsight, might have been me projecting).
When it got around to one of our friends, let’s call him Ryan, he was quiet. Now this wasn’t exactly unexpected. Ryan was a very very flamboyant guy, so obviously gay I’m not sure he had ever even been bullied about it because it was so obviously the case. We all knew he had even come out to a few of the guys in the group a year or two back. So when he said he was actually gay, we all said “yes, and what do you find hot on a guy” without a second thought. Honestly I think we had forgotten he technically hadn’t told us yet.
But, as we kept going around the circle, about 4 of the other guys said what they liked in girls, and what they thought was hot in guys. After the 3rd one, the guy next to me (who I may have had a bit of a crush on) turned and said “jesus I guess I’m just sitting here while the world turns bi around me”, which I thought was hilarious at the time.
At this point another friend said, “ok that’s it, is anyone else bi or gay or anything?”
About 6 hands went up sheepishly (except Ryan, whose hand was raised very proudly, if a little limp wristedly), including the guy next to me! (Not particularly relevant to the story, as he didn’t participate in the fun bits to come, but we actually dated for a few months later on, which was my first relationship)
I added my hand a bit late compared to everyone else. I had never told anyone at all I was into guys. My crush sitting next to me looked incredibly surprised (in hindsight, not the brightest flame that one). Doing it as a group was definitely easier, and suddenly there were a tonne of us who were all out to our close friends.
At that point the teacher called us all back for dinner, which shut down any conversations of this sort of thing completely.
Ryan came out to the larger group in reflection that night (too admittedly a similar level of surprise) and was actually the first (and only until after we graduated) openly gay guy in our year.
That night also passed smoothly (albeit a little boring for the story but I promise it picks up from here).
It’s sounds like it was a really supportive environment.
It really was, surprisingly so for most of us. In hindsight, we were all experiencing incredible amounts of institutionalised and internalised homophobia.
The next day it came time for free time again. We congregated in our little unused room again, although this time the vibe was very different.
We all (including many of the straight boys) sat on the floor on mattresses from the beds. We chatted and joked as we always did, but instead of just lounging and talking, we started to lean closer to eachother, then closer again. After half an hour, heads were resting on shoulders, arms were gently wrapped around waists, and more than one hand was slipping into the waist band of anothers shorts.
Sounds extremely sensual
The boy I had a crush on had somehow ended up next to me again, and I gently pulled him towards me so he was leaning on my chest and I was nibbling his ear. I can even remember the smell of his hair. This was all so surreal, and the deep fog outside only added to the feeling.
I know this isnt the sexy raunchy stuff that soxster.com is normally known for (don’t worry it’s coming), but I think it’s important to write down and remember these times of self discovery and ‘love’ so to speak.
I had always been afraid of touching my friends. Where others would give their friends a hug to celebrate a try in rugby, or put their arm around a mates shoulders to whisper a raunchy joke to them, I always felt like I couldn’t. This might have been a slight symptom of the, at the time undiagnosed, neurospiciness going on, but I remember distinctly that I didn’t want anyone to think I might be gay or coming into them.
It’s actually something I still struggle with a little today, which is probably part of the reason I love group sex so much haha. At an orgy, everyone is there for the same reason, and the rules around touch are well defined.
So this session of just touch and sensuality, without actual sexual touching (well too much anyway, there were definitely some hands down the back of my pants at this point haha) was an incredible and new thing.
That night when we went back to our cabins, the sexual tension had come to a crescendo. Maybe it was that we were 15 hand most of us hadn’t jerked off in 2 days, but we all knew something was going to go down tonight.
As we went to bed, the guy on the bunk below me (and incidentally the one who had been touching my ass earlier) grabbed my hand and had me sit on his lap while we all chatted from one bunk to the next.
As I sat there, I could feel his cock pressing against my boxer covered ass. He kept flexing the muscle so that it pressed up into me every few seconds. I could feel that it was big. Way bigger than mine. By this point I was struggling to hide my boner with my shirt, and gently oscillating side to side on his dick.
As more of the boys started to get quieter we lay down on his bunk, me atop him, out cocks pressed together through the fabric of our pajamas.
As more of the boys started to get quieter we lay down on his bunk, me atop him, out cocks pressed together through the fabric of our pajamas.
We kissed (my first kiss with a boy), made out really, while we gently gyrated.
As our kissing intensified, it was obvious we wanted to do more. By this point, conversation in the room had stopped and it seemed that everyone had gone to sleep. Remember there were 8 of us in this small room, so I think that might have been wishful thinking on my part.
I looked him in the eyes and nodded down towards his cock, gently sticking out my tongue in a licking motion
He nodded back enthusiastically of course, so I slid down and pulled down his boxers to reveal the biggest cock I had ever seen in real life. Now, obviously that had been a limited number at the time, but it seemed huge nonetheless.
It was probably just 6 inches really, but quite thick and very very hard and uncut, leaking precum everwhere.
At this point, I heard a “psst” from one of the other bunks. One of the other boys who had come out as bi waved at us, and motioned to ask if he could join.
We both nodded enthusiastically this time.
This guy was a competitive rock climber, and he had the body to match. Great abs, big muscles and, as I quickly learnt, a shaved cock.
Did you think the other guys were asleep or did you just not care by this point?
At this point I don’t think I was thinking about anything other than cock (which since then has been a rather common state of affairs for me).
But I did find out later in our escapades that we weren’t the only ones awake.
We, in our inexperienced manor (the 2 of us were virgins and our rock climber friend had had sex with his girlfriend once), organised ourselves in a bit of a chain.
I sucked my first friends dick, while the rock climber started sucking mine. Then after a minute or two, we rotated down one spot, so the rock climber moved to the top to have his cock sucked, while I continued to blow the first guy. We rotated like this a few times and I quickly found that I loved any position there was a cock in my mouth.
The rock climber had a thinner cock than my other friend, but it was longer by about an inch.
After we rotated a few times, and everyone had had a chance to try all the cocks, I knew it was time to move to the next step.
I had been fingering myself for a couple of years at this point, and had even put a few things up there, including a toy I had found still in its box and packaging in my mother’s bottom draw.
I moved myself up so that I was straddling my friend, with his very very wet cock pressed against my hole. He looked at me (the rock climbers cock still in his mouth) and looked very excited. I could feel him gently thrusting his hips upward so his cock slid around my entrance.
I gently lowered myself down onto him. As we all know, the first time is gonna hurt a bit, but I had practised enough that knew how to relax after moment, and sank onto him fully, sighing as I did so
Did he assume you had done this before?
Haha I don’t think so at the time, as we had all talked about our sexual experiences earlier that day in while snuggling
This all caught the attention of our rock climber, who upon seeing what I was doing turned so he could watch, and moved his cock out of my friends mouth and closer to me.
I took it up with gusto, as the idea of having a cock in my ass and my mouth at the same time was too intoxicating to miss.
At this point, I felt eyes on me, and not just our rock climber watching me ride cock. I looked around, cock still in mouth, tickling his foreskin with my tongue.
The rest of the room had their eyes glued to us, and their hands glued to their own cocks. Even the straight guys were watching us and getting off.
Little did I know this would be the start of an exhibition kink and a need to be the centre of attention at the orgy
A worthy price to pay I think.
So it felt good?
Holy fuck it felt great! I wanted them all to watch, and to cum from watching me.
Not even a little bit of concern? 😜
Not when I saw they were all touching themselves. They wanted to watch. And I wanted them too.
At this blissful point, I feel the cock in my mouth jump, and a hand on the back of my head.
The rock climber pushed my head down onto his cock as he unleashed his load down my throat.
Kink number 3 unlocked for the night, cum drinking.
While he watched me swallow down our friends load, I felt the cock in my ass twitch too. Then his face scrunched and his hips bucked and I was being filled with his load. That thrust and my cock rubbing on his snail trail sent me over the edge too, and I flooded his belly button with my load too.
Not sure how many of the onlookers came at that time too, but I am fairly sure I heard more than just the 3 of us boys moan.
We all panted there for a second before his cock slipped out of me, having completed its teen mission of trying to impregnate me (kink number 4 unlocked)
I smiled at my two friends before climbing off and up to the top bunk, a couple drops of cum dripping down my legs as I climbed the ladder.
Damn did I sleep well that night.
The next morning, nothing was said, although a few ass squeezes from our little group were very nice. We packed our things and put them in the bus before our final debrief. We all sat together, just a little closer than you would normally see a group of boys sit.
Our phones were returned to us a for the bus ride home, and as I leaned my head back into the bus seat, listening to a new album (now one of my favourites of all time), I smiled to myself. I had had a surreal and honestly magical experience in a place that was so far from the real world; come out to my friends; and lost my virginity (in a threesome no less!). Life might actually be alright.
So was it ever spoken of again, or did the memory stay in the fog? Did you ever play with any of the guys again?
We mentioned it in passing here and there, but for the most part it all stayed very quiet. Especially for the straight guys who watched on.
I never actually did hook up with those guys again. Both got into relationships with girls shortly after.
I did end up dating the guy I had a crush on for a few months the following year tho.
So the boy you had a crush on and ended up dating watched as you lost your virginity?
A love story for the ages right?
Indeed – so how did you two get together?
I think we organised to study together a couple weeks later haha. I can’t say we got much school work down but we were definitely learning things