A horny story of my first time having sex

My First Time: A Horny Awakening

Hey everyone! I’m 19 years old, and I’m from Sirsi, a little town nestled in Karnataka. Right now, I’m studying in Mysore, trying to navigate the chaos of college life. I’d describe myself as slim, Black, and… well, I think I’m alright looking, especially when I crack a smile.

This is my first time sharing something like this, a story about discovering masturbation and my early experiences with porn. It’s a bit nerve-wracking, but here goes nothing. If you dig it, feel free to hit me up on.

I’m always up for connecting. So, yeah, here’s how it all started…
It was back in seventh grade, if I remember correctly. I was thirteen, all skinny limbs and awkward angles, just trying to figure out… well, everything. School was a mix of boredom and mild panic, and puberty was just starting to throw punches.

I remember in science class, we’d touch on topics like “sexual” and “asexual” reproduction, mostly in the context of flowers. We’d be dissecting hibiscus blooms and throwing around words that sounded so clinical and detached from anything I could relate to.
The word “sex” itself was this huge, looming question mark.

I’d hear it whispered in the hallways, thrown around in jokes I didn’t quite understand. It felt like this secret language adults spoke, something I was on the outside of. I’d caught snippets of conversations, seen suggestive glances, but the actual meaning remained hazy.

I remember one day in the hostel – a cramped, smelly room shared with three other guys – I overheard a friend mutter something like, “None of us really know what sex is, do we?” That comment snagged in my brain and wouldn’t let go.

It echoed in my head throughout the day, a constant hum of curiosity and confusion. I was dying to know more, to unravel this mysterious word that seemed to hold so much weight. But where do you even start?

When the holidays finally rolled around, and I went home to Sirsi, my curiosity kicked into overdrive. Being back home was a relief, a break from the noise and pressure of the hostel.

But the quiet also gave me too much time to think. I decided, in a moment of teenage bravado, to search for it on YouTube. I didn’t have a clear strategy. I didn’t even know what to look for. It felt incredibly risky.

I was terrified of getting caught by my parents.
I vaguely typed in “sex” and quickly backspaced, replacing it with “intimacy”. It felt less… direct.

I clicked on a video about kissing intimacy. To my surprise, I stumbled upon a clip of two men kissing. Not like a peck on the cheek, but a real, passionate kiss. It was a scene from some movie I’d never heard of.
That moment felt like a key turning in a lock. A door I hadn’t even known existed swung open. I was mesmerized.

It wasn’t just the physical act, but the emotion, the intensity in their faces. From that moment on, I began to explore my feelings and desires, leading me down a path I never expected. A path that was both thrilling and terrifying.
Back in seventh standard, I had this clunky, basic phone. It was a hand-me-down, but it felt like my only portal to the outside world. After school, whenever I could sneak away undetected,

I’d retreat to my room and fire up YouTube. I wasn’t looking for music videos or funny animal clips; I was all about those kissing scenes. I’d find clips from Hollywood movies where people kissed passionately. The more intense the better.
Watching those scenes made my heart pound. A weird, unfamiliar sensation would bubble up inside me, centering around my… well, my dick.

It would get hard, seemingly out of nowhere, and I wouldn’t know what to do about it. I was ashamed and embarrassed. I didn’t understand what was happening to me.
I would just sit there, feeling confused and excited, not knowing how to release all that pent-up energy. It was like being a shaken soda bottle, pressurized and ready to explode. I needed release, but I had no idea how to get it.
One particularly hot afternoon, I was hanging out with my cousin, bored out of my mind. He mentioned this app called Vidmate, casually adding that it had “stuff you can’t find on YouTube.”

The way he said it, with a knowing smirk, made my ears perk up. I immediately understood the implication.
I was practically vibrating with curiosity. I downloaded Vidmate, trying to act nonchalant, and started searching for “hot videos.” I stumbled upon a clip of two guys making out, but this was different. This was intense. They were all over each other, and then one guy slid his hand down the other’s pants. I was shocked, but also incredibly intrigued. I couldn’t tear my eyes away.

Without thinking, almost instinctively, I decided to mimic what I was seeing. I nervously shoved my hand into my shorts and started stroking my dick. It felt… amazing. A strange, electric current coursed through my body. It was like a fire igniting inside me.
Suddenly, and without warning, I came. This white stuff shot out, splattering onto my hand and shorts. I froze, completely panicked. I thought I had broken something, that something was terribly wrong. My mind raced with worst-case scenarios.

I frantically Googled “what is the white stuff that comes out” on my phone, praying no one would walk in. That’s how I learned about cum and masturbation. The relief was immense. I hadn’t broken myself! But the shame lingered.
I couldn’t believe it—I had just jerked off for the first time! It was a mixture of embarrassment, guilt, and overwhelming pleasure. This was a whole new world I’d stumbled into.

After that, I was hooked. I kept sneaking off to my room whenever I could, closing the door and locking it, and losing myself in those videos.

I was careful to clean up thoroughly after myself, terrified of getting caught. I got better at it, finding the rhythm and grip that worked for me.

I loved the sensation of my hand moving up and down my shaft, the building tension as I got close to cumming. I would tease myself, slowing down just before the edge, prolonging the pleasure.

The eventual release was incredible, a wave of pure sensation that washed over me. I felt so satisfied afterward, like I’d accomplished something.

A few months later, emboldened by my newfound knowledge and experiences, I got a little bolder. One night, I nervously opened UC Browser – it was less likely to be tracked, I reasoned – and typed in “fucking boys.” I immediately regretted it. The results were… explicit. I almost closed the browser, panicked.

But then, a thumbnail from ManRoyal.com caught my eye. It showed two guys going at it, one bent over while the other was thrusting into him. It was raw and unapologetic. My heart was hammering in my chest.

I clicked on it, and it blew my mind. The sounds, the visuals—it was all so raw and intense. I couldn’t help but stroke myself, matching their pace. The pleasure hit me hard and fast, and I came with a gasp, feeling absolutely fantastic.

That video quickly became my favorite. I would watch it multiple times a day, memorizing every detail. My room became my secret sanctuary, my hideout for my late-night sessions. The small screen of my phone was a window into a world I never knew existed, a world of intense desire and pleasure.

Thanks for reading my story! It feels weird to put this out there, to be honest. But if you enjoyed it, feel free to reach out. I have more to share about my experiences and adventures, things that happened later. Stay tuned for the next chapter!