Riding Bareback FirstTime sex
Archive-name: First/hotrider.txt
Archive-author: Sleazy Liz
Archive-title: Riding Bareback
I’m in my mid 20’s, now, and my wedding is planned for this
September and I’m very excited about it. Kevin, my fiance, is
the love of my life — the most wonderful man in the world — and
I could not love or want him more than I do. We’ve known each
other for more than three years and we’ve known each other
intimately for almost a year. We are not virgins with each
other.
My life and my mind are so filled with Kevin, I hardly have
room to remember Brad — but I still do, all the time… It’s
hard to believe, but I had my first sexual experience with Brad
about a month before my 12th birthday. My birthday is in June,
so it was probably in May, and I was still 11! Young enough to
think the ONLY love in my life would be a horse.
I fell in love with horses so long ago, I can’t even
remember when it happened. Novels and picture books, photos and
paint-by-numbers, stuffed and carved — my room and my mind were
full of horses!
My family didn’t have horses, but the family living down the
road had a small horse ranch. Their youngest son was Brad and he
was a senior in high school at the time. I was still in
elementary school, but we rode the same bus to the huge district
school complex and I walked past their house on the way to the
bus stop. Sometimes, since we were the only two kids at that bus
stop, Brad would let me walk with him, but he never talked very
much and he’d never stop to let me visit with the horses along
the fence. I’d given names to several of them and they would
come when I called. Finally, it must have dawned on him that I
really did like horses.
It was the last month of school for the year and the weather
was much warmer than usual. One day, after the bus dropped the
two of us off, Brad asked me if I’d ever ridden a horse. I told
him that I had been on the horse ride at the carnival. He
laughed and asked me if I’d like to ride a `real’ horse.
Of course, I screamed “Yes!”
I loved that first time so much, it became a habit, right
away. On the way home from the bus stop, we’d stop at Brad’s
house and he would give me a ride home on one of their big
horses.
We always rode bareback and I felt like a queen sitting
behind him. I’d wrap my arms around him real tight and hang on
for dear life. He was so strong and gentle, and soon, he even
seemed to actually like me. I think Brad liked anyone who liked
horses. He was the star football player, an ace student, and all
the older girls went nuts over him (especially my older sister!).
And I knew he dated a girl, Susanne, but she didn’t like horses.
But, he liked me! I didn’t realize it then, but what I had was a
very big crush.
Sometimes we wouldn’t go straight to my house. We’d ride
for maybe an hour or so, and then he’d take me home. One really
hot day, we stopped by the creek, far back on his parents’
property, near where the forest began.
We were hot and sweating when we dismounted, and I kicked
off my shoes and socks and ran, splashing, into the creek. Brad
stood there, watching me and laughing. While I was standing
bare-footed in the creek, Brad smiled and asked me what I wanted
to do next.
“I want to ride nude!” I said. “Both of us!” I almost
shouted it. I don’t know why I said it, but I knew I didn’t want
anything between me and the horse (or maybe me and Brad!).
Brad yelped in surprise and he didn’t believe me at first,
but I kept insisting that I did. Finally, I shrugged
indifference and told him that he would not be the first naked
man I’d seen. I’m sure he assumed that I’d seen my father, but
the truth was — I’d never seen a live naked man in my life!
I pretended not to watch him as he undressed, but I did. He
obviously wasn’t interested in watching me, and that made me more
than a little unhappy. But as I watched him, I quickly got over
it. His body was gorgeous!
He looked almost as strong as his horse and I’m still not
sure which expectation excited me more — riding naked or being
naked with him. As soon as I put my arms around him, I was no
longer in doubt. The feel of both hard bodies against my bare
skin was just too much, and as we rode, I let one hand drop
lower.
Today, when I masturbate, I still think about that first
afternoon and his wonderful mouth. My understanding of sexual
matters, at the time, was almost nothing. I didn’t even know
what a human male’s erection looked like. I barely had some
genital hair and I knew adults had much more. The only true
sexual thoughts I’d had — until that afternoon — were thoughts
about when I’d have breasts, like my older sister.
When I let that one hand drop, I had no idea what I’d find
and I still wonder what gave me the courage. He was soft and
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