There won't be pictures though so.....
A recent comment left on Just Me prompted me to take a walk down memory lane of all my sexcapades. A few things to keep in mind. I have never done anal (will probably never), so all of my intimate moments are body rubbing, mutual masturbation, oral, 69s, and hand jobs.
14 to 17: This story isn't a sexcapade so much as it was my first terrible intimate moment with another guy. I'm all but calling it what it actually was; sexual harassment. Oh well, I guess I just did. Happened about 5 or 6 times (perhaps more). With a cousin over a couple of years. First, he wanted to compare appendages. I was totally taken aback when he dropped his trousers and showed me his hard member and asked me to touch it after locking ourselves in a room. After the first time, I tried to dodge him whenever our families met (usually at our grandma's). So he resorted to tactics like trying to lure me into a room in the guise of asking me to "check something out" for him, or, once he squeezed behind me in a tight space as he brushed up his (as I would feel) engorged appendage on my derriere, or sit next to me behind the laptop table that concealed us enough to pull my hand and put it on his crotch. The 5 or 6 times were when some of his tactics worked. Then, bad of lucks, we were forced to sleep in a room next to each other and at this point our families hadn't met in a while, so I thought, hey, he's over it. But alas, he coerced me into putting my hands down his pants as he did into mine. I couldn't go running to my parents or any other adult crying wolf now could I? That was unthinkable! This would happen two nights in a row, where on the second night, I tried to sleep as late as possible to avoid it and he still managed to stay awake long enough to have me fondle him as he did me. Any other young teenage boy may have enjoyed this, turning it into a fun erotic story time. But on account of my timidity or perhaps it was my being non-binary, all I ever gained was anxiety. Perhaps this was the beginnings of my intimacy issue. This issue would show up a couple of times later. A few times in Mr. P's presence and another when I had the best sex of my life. Never happened with others on this list. The man is married now, has a daughter and, unfortunately, I still see him from time to time....... sans any funny business of course.
21: My first real adult relationship. It wasn't a relationship so much as it was a friend-with-benefit type situation. He's even made an appearance on Just Me as Sunbear. In all the times I'd spent with him, three particular instances stick out in my mind. First, was the night I spent in his, perhaps 4000 square feet bungalow, family home where he lived (because he worked for his father). His family was away so we went out for a fancy dinner prior, went back to his place, showered together and finished each other off there. Later had a nice conversation while we slept naked together where we finished for the second time before retiring. In the morning we'd have breakfast before he'd send me back to campus. Second instance was at his private office where he took me to after hours, in the guise of showing me some YouTube videos because they had high speed internet (this was in the mid 2000s, ancient times!). There, after exchanging some flirty moments, things got heated up as we got naked, kissed, rubbed up against each other and I ended up giving him a blowjob. I felt like Demi Moore in Disclosure (I would sneakily watch this movie when parents were at work as a teenager, ON A VCR! Yes, I'm that years old). The third session that comes to mind was when I invited him back to my hostel room on one occasion when my roommate was away. He asked me to put on some makeup on him and we would talk, and later put on some romantic Tamil songs all while slowly getting naked, then kissing, rubbing and sucking each other out for what seemed like hours (in retrospect, it was perhaps more like half and hour, hahaha).
22: Mr. P, well we know all about that. Plenty to read about him here.
23: Knowing Mr. P was a dead end, I did see another man. Only twice with this one. Both times, we mutually masturbated. Once was in his car because he was reluctant to take me to the place he lived. So we drove to a dark and abandoned road where we jerked each other off while, strangely enough, he wanted me to tell him I loved him as he came. Second time, he very reluctantly took me back to his place where pretty much the same thing would happen. The man was alright. The telling him "I love you" as he came, weirded me out to no end. Needless to say, twice was once too much.
24: My rebound after Mr. P. I had perhaps 4 or 5 sessions with this one. Again, not a relationship, just another friend-with-benefit situation. But boy did he indulged me. God, he'd listen to me rant on and on about Mr. P. I once just cried in his arms for a good 10 minutes then later sucked his dick. Come to think of it, this was perhaps why he ended things with me, huh. I am an emotional MESS! But boy, could he go on and on! I'd just suck and suck and suck and he'd just be hard without cumming! Or perhaps I wasn't that good (I'm thinking this was it, wasn't it? Good GOD!)? I haven't had any complaints for my head but perhaps I should have gotten some??? Also, he loved rubbing his member on my derriere, and because I drew the line at anal, that was as far as he got. I knew that turned him on because he'd be precumming so much doing it. He's married now! Found that out when I bumped into him when I went to see The Embracing Saint years later!
25: A one night stand and a quickie. Fat, dark skinned man! Oooof! But being demi-sexual, I couldn't get into being as turned on as I should be because I had a hard time engaging in conversation with him. As the first sentence reads, that was that.
27: Another fuck buddy! This was the most comfortable and transactional friend-with-benefit I've ever had. I set boundaries that I'd never do anal and he was ok with it. He loved 69ing which I loved too. We loved watching porn together and rubbing each other. We loved rubbing up all against each other, kissing and sucking so that was a lot of fun too! I was still smoking at this time so he'd get me a packet of Dunhill ciggies when he came to "visit". Clear boundaries! YES! But we could also, from time to time, just have a conversation before getting into anything, which was my foreplay! This happened when I was doing my masters and he'd come to my hostel room on the opportune occasion my roommate would be back in his hometown. When my time in the hostel ended, so did this tryst. The amount of times wed did it eludes me but perhaps once every three months or so for about 2 years. So perhaps a total of 6 to 10 sessions?
31: I really liked this man. Brown, fat, sweet, cuddly and very docile. My demi-sexual self was so happy with a man who could participate in engaging conversations. We only did it once. He took a trip down to my place in the guise of collecting information to further his studies. We'd spend a night at his hotel room. Took a shower together, rubbed up all against each other. Gave him a blow. Hung out watching a movie. Played a little more again, then went on our merry ways. Something was off with this one in the sheets. Just a lack of connection perhaps. He's married now as I would find out from Confused Girl OF ALL PEOPLE! As it turns out, he married a friend of hers!
33: The best sex of my life! Just Me has already been told. Also the last time I had sex!
All my sexcapades here are my ONLY sexcapades. I have made out with two other men but nothing there to write home about.
I've never, been to a gogo dance club, a strip club, a bath house, attended a pool party with plenty of other men, done drugs for/during/before/after sex, did anything kinky (although I do have kinks myself), made the first move by flirting with a man, succumbed to flirtation in person, made out with someone in public (or even in a dimly lit pub/club/place where there were people), went cruising, OR made the first move with ANY of the people above for sex.