The first stick and the cinnamon

The first painting I held that wasn't mine, I was still a child, a bit silly... I already had that curiosity to always spy on the cock of colleagues.. normal thing when we don't have malice yet... I was in a park, playing with a girl, sometimes her brother, sitting at a table a few meters away, doing a lesson in a notebook, I called her and talked something, one of the times the girl came and said that he wanted to talk to me, he was a little older and taller than me, with the whiteness of nerd glasses. I went to him and he called me to sit next to him on a long bench with a table in front. He asked me something, I think my age or what grade I was in. And then he provoked me: But are you a boy or a girl? - I answered indignantly: - Of course I am a boy! - If you are a boy then you have pinto, you have pinto? - But of course I have! Then he provoked more, saying: - I am a boy, a man and I have a cock. Look here! - He lowered a little the school sweater pants that he used to wear and showed his hard cock.. not very big, still without hair... white and hard pointing upwards. I was just watching curiously without understanding right because it was hard... Next act.. he says. Show yours to me.. prove that it is a boy... I even lowered a little of my pants and showed my chicken, soft, still small... He reacts with: - Hummmmmm... what a nice cock... let me take it? - Without understanding, I agreed... He held my stick and the bag affectionately... which started to make a certain tickle and get harder. Then he lowered his trousers slightly and said: - Do you hold mine too? - I reached my hand to his trousers and took... Warm.. hard.. pulsed lightly... We stayed for some time in this grip, not more than a minute.. Without understanding what it was, just a mere curiosity.. I ended up leaving it and did not return... But that experience stayed in my head for many years.. until I went back to repeat and do more things... only after adulthood. The very first dick, was this first time that I didn't understand anything... I don't remember for sure, it was very likely in the porn theaters that I attended in my 20s and early 20s. In other stories I mention more details of some of the hottest experiences I had. However, at the beginning, I went to enjoy the movie without knowing for sure what was rolling, I was suspicious that in the darkness with everyone on a hard stick, some things could happen. At the first cinema I went to, it was in the neighborhood, small room, the well-behaved people, close to what I saw after others in the center. Normally I would sit in the middle, a little isolated, watch the movie and enjoy the good .. I did not hunt, I let myself be hunted ... every now and then someone sat nearby, or stared at me or even took the stick out and exhibited ... I do not like males, muscles, hair, beards ... when I did not care I kept the dick in my pants, or even lifted it and changed the place. But if it is someone with a more neutral appearance ... or smooth, new, effeminate ... hummm ... Dai did not bother me ... although rules can be broken ... he already had an old white head that I let hold my dick ... he had a soft, delicious hand ... the sensational bite ... but it did not always evolve. Then with 'caras' only his friend roared. One punched the other's dick until someone made fun of it. Sometimes the desire to enjoy after entering the cinema and seeing that it was not so good, and the regret of having spent on the ticket. They end up leaving us with no choice, that's what you have. And not always when going to the cinema it rolled something, there were some rare times that it didn't roll anything. In another cinema I went to in the center of Guarulhos around 2001, the thing was only in the grip. There was a fat crown that punched me lightly. Then a blond with blue eyes, tall. He grabbed my stick that didn't want to let go anymore. I held it, big man, almost twice the stick. We stayed for a while beating my dad and punching each other.. we didn't get to laugh, then he got up and left ... Soon after, there's a feminine in the cinema, beautiful and hot... I walked by her giving her that look and I sat down... I didn't even expect it and after a while she's in my row coming towards me, smiling as if inviting her to sit down... What ruined it was that she had a horrible breath... that gave me a sock brushed... I wanted to give her a few punches but it didn't... I let her punch me until she made fun of me because I was too excited to have to unload. I haven't been to any of them for about 20 years now, and I've had some interesting experiences in the few times I've been, and I'll tell more details in other stories.