The Fresh And Frisky Years: I

Welcome to the first chapter of The Fresh and Frisky Years. Every Wednesday, during five weeks, I will be telling a different kind of story than I got you used to. These stories, all previous to my seventeenth birthday, have a more innocent character and a sweeter taste.

Since these tales are meant to be different, and my blog entries this far can be considered sexual misfortunes (sigh), I’m starting The Fresh and Frisky Years with a success story. At least sexwise.

We were sixteen.

I met him due to a guy we both dated. I call that guy “Sleeping Beauty” in My Serial Monogamy and his story will come in the near future. For now let’s just say that he tried to make my Twinklove jealous by talking all the time about me. It turned out he miscalculated, for my hot Twinklove ended up dropping him and started dating me.

We had a very passional relationship. I guess because of our age, and of how new everything was for us (we both had some experience already, but very little). We would spend most of our time together just messing around.

We would make out various times a day, which always led to something exciting. I remember we had sex everywhere: in his house, in my house, in the woods, in a public toilet, in his parents' swimming pool. You name it.

Once, he gave a birthday party and all of his friends were invited. Almost no one knew we were gay back then so we had to meet at hidden corners, where we could give ourselves a furious minute. When the time was finished we came back to avoid any suspicion. We also sneaked up the stairs for a quick fuck no less than three times.

Everytime we came down with cumstains on our clothes and bad excuses on our mouths.

The relationship was a lot of fun, but things started getting complicated. His parents were very wealthy people. Usually, when very wealthy people get paranoid it means trouble.

Once they found an open condom package in his trousers. When they asked him about it, he became nervous and made up a very weak story. He told them about us, giving my part to a female. I'm sure all of my gay readers know how typical this is for young gay people.

The sex change worked for some weeks, but lies are unstable.

From that moment on, every time he had been out his parents wanted to know what he had been doing, and he would make up a new story again and again. After a while, his legions of lies did their thing and started revolting.

A normal parent would just get worried about the contradictory facts. A normal parent would look for the best way to support, advise or help.

These people hired a private detective to follow their son.

I didn't know that of course. I received an sms saying he never wanted to see me again. This sudden change caught me by surprise and hurt me. I can't say I was really in love with Twinklove, we were more about the fun. Rejection is just always painful.


I texted him back, asking for an explanation, but he never answered. I sent him a couple more of them before giving up. I didn't understand what had happened, why he suddenly got so angry at me, but I just carried on with my life.

About six months later I saw him walking in the city. I crossed the street, ran towards him and shouted his name. He turned around, recognized me, and quickly got inside a Starbucks.

I followed him inside. I looked for him everywhere, and finally found him in the restroom. He smiled at me, nervous, when I opened the door. He pulled me inside a cubicle and started explaining.

Of course it was all his parents' idea. Once they had hired the detective, it didn't take long before they knew about me, who I was and what I did with their child. They were not amused about their son being gay. They swiftly concluded it was my fault, that my influence was confusing him. And therefore I had to be removed.

I wish they had seen how their little boy enjoyed laying me down on my belly.

They forced him to break up with me. They took his cellphone off him. They forbid him to go out, to stay longer after schooltime. They kept that regime for 3 months. Then, when they were sure we weren't seeing each other anymore, they restored his freedom.

After telling me the story, we did it like crazy. It was one of the most amazing sexperiences I ever had. When we were finished, we said goodbye. I felt this was the last time I would see him and I think he felt the same. I left the Starbucks first, feeling relieved and sad.

Of course we never came back together again. Too much trouble. Still, when I look back, I think of my time with Twinklove as three months full of fun. I sometimes miss that feeling of all being new and exciting. Actually, I shouldn't complain. I'm meeting with a straight, married, businessman at his hotel tonight. It's new to me and it's exciting :).

This was chapter I of The Fresh and Frisky Years. You can read chapter 2 here.

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This was Chapter 1 of The Fresh and Frisky Years. Please, tell me how you feel about these "spin off" series. This Sunday, of course, there's another true adventure coming up, of the kind I usually write.

I also received the first draft of my first guest writer's entry. It's a very interesting piece, naughty but very sweet. I think you'll like it. It will be up the last Thursday of this month ( the 29th of October ).

From that day on, every last Thursday I will upload a new guest entry. If you have anything to say, you think it fits Sex Won't Bite, and you'd like me to post it send me a message and we'll discuss it.

Hope you're week is going well. If you want a tip, always be aware of your Freedom of Choice. It's one of the best things in life.

A.S. Thomas