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What I mean by that term, is that even though we each experienced a very limited set of homosexual feelings and desires, we both still considered ourselves to be overwhelmingly heterosexual. And although jacking off (masturbating) in private did help Chris and me to relieve our super-strong libidos somewhat, it did absolutely nothing towards satisfying that powerful, natural urge to skinny openly share our sexuality with another person. And so during that very first night together in The Pit, Chris had boldly decided to openly share his sexuality with me. And I had decided to do the same with him--because frankly, it was a much better alternative than not sharing my sexuality with anyone at all. My so-called "girlfriends" at the time wouldn't allow me to actually have orgasm-oriented, adult-style sex with them. Heck, back then, I considered myself lucky if I managed to get past the "holding hands" stage of a relationship to move on to the "my arm around her shoulders" stage, and the ever-popular "she gives me a quick peck on the cheek once in a while" stage. And Chris was in the same boat as me back then, when it came to his relationships with girls. The bottom line is that Chris and I knowingly "used each other" to try to help each other get our rocks off better, and finally bring some much-needed relief for that powerful "sex-sharing" urge that Mother Nature has wisely chosen to give each and every one of us. { Author's Note: Let's face it, if we humans didn't have that powerful urge to share our sexuality with other people, then no one would ever do anything else but masturbate all alone by themselves, and consequently no babies would ever be born--and as far as Mother Nature is concerned, sex is all about making babies.} And since Chris and I were not gay lovers, we never kissed one another, or hugged one another, or held hands, or did anything openly gay, like that. student Instead, we just had pure raw sex together, as Chris and I both reveled in candidly sharing our sexuality with each other, and freely experimenting with all sorts of taboo homosexual-style acts. I have to admit that Chris and I ended up trying some pretty bizarre things together, like inserting straightened-out bobby pins deep down inside of our own--as well as, each other's--urethras. I didn’t even know what “frotting” was, until many years later. But that didn’t stop Chris and me from doing it on a regular basis. There was just something very special and exciting about rubbing--and playfully beating ("sword fighting")--our two erect dicks together, until we ended up squirting sperm all over each other's dick-heads. However, the vast majority of our sexual encounters involved mutual masturbation exclusively. And we were so secretive about everything, that no one ever discovered our adolescent sexual relationship. Looking back on my secret sexual relationship with Chris, I can tell you that there were at least four distinct advantages to my having sex with another guy , instead of with a girl : 1) I never had to worry about the possibility that I might get Chris pregnant, which meant that birth control measures were totally unnecessary. 2) Chris didn't have a monthly menstrual period, and therefore he was always ready-and-willing to have sex with me at any time of the month. 3) Since Chris and I both had penises, he instinctively knew exactly how to handle my penis in just the right ways that would turn me on the most. 4) Chris closely related to--and innately understood--my sexuality (my sexual feelings, desires, struggles, and insecurities) in a way that no girl or woman ever would. Throughout our long-lasting adolescent sexual relationship I never asked Chris to have sex with me. Not once. He was always the one who would come over to my house, and verbally let me know that he wanted to have sex with me, if I was interested. And naturally, thanks to my super-strong libido, I was just about always interested. But in our particular relationship, Chris--who was a year older than me and much larger than me (physically)--preferred to play the more-aggressive, dominant role (the masculine role, if you will), and I was always more than happy to play the more-passive, submissive role (the traditionally feminine role). That way, Chris was always the one who teen actively seduced me into having sex with him. And I was always the one who passively cooperated with him--but only on my own terms, mind you. And I have to admit that I was pretty much a real "bitch" about things too, because I put my foot down from the very beginning of our sexual relationship, and demanded that Chris have sex with me only in the ways that I wanted him to--that is, if he wanted to keep on having sex with me in the future. And yes, you just read that right. In order for me to keep the upper hand in Chris's and my sexual relationship, I was intentionally using sex as a weapon, just like many of you women out there do (or have done, at some time in the past). You might find this kind of strange, but for Chris and me, the initial "getting into the mood" phase of our sexual encounters was always Hardcore a very matter-of-fact kind of thing. Chris and I would always "bargain" first, and then quickly come to a "compromise," before actually starting to have sex with each other. By the term “compromise,” I mean that we did things my way most of the time, and only ended up doing things Chris's way, every asian once in a while. If we would have done things "Chris's way" all the time, then just about every sexual encounter that we ever had together would have involved us sucking each other's dicks, because Chris absolutely loved dick-sucking. And I told Chris early-on in our relationship that I really wasn't that thrilled about dick-sucking, which was the truth. I put some spit on the head and lined it up with her cute little pussy lips. She was quite plain-spoken about it all saying that they just had her sit and sleep in a windowless room. She felt trapped, but at the same time, there was something very sensual about her situation. I guess I answered too sharply that I was. Then it ended up with, if I just treated her like a queen in all things small and large, I got sex as the skinny reward. 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