Children Thing

• Age when it Happened: 12
• Gender: Male
• Rating: 4/5

My first sexual experiences date back to 1967 and were very intense for a little over 2 years. Most of the writings I read on this website are from young people who in many cases look at us older people as if we hadn't had our first time too.
I am 56 years old, married with 2 children, a boy and a girl, already married. What I'm going to explain happened to me when I had just turned 12. This is the part I will explain at the beginning, although they were new experiences that lasted almost until I was 15.
My birthday is in July, and that year, the year of my first time, I had had phimosis surgery in February, but a month before the surgery, during a check-up at the doctor's, when I was lying on the table, the doctor showed my mother the problem I had with my penis because of the phimosis, and that was that the skin of the foreskin was also stuck to the glans, the problem would not have existed if I had touched my penis frequently, but with a mother like mine that was harder than going to the moon, and the stupid doctor taking a scalpel separated the glans from the foreskin without further ado, if I hadn't been tied to the table, I would have killed him or run away, what damage the stupid man did to me.
So, back to the point, a month later, at the end of February, I had phimosis surgery. Luckily, they gave me local anesthesia, four injections in my penis. The doctor wasn't hurt at all. It was the same doctor who had messed up my penis the month before. Since I was tied to the table again, all I could do was scream.
Then came the problems. First, urinating, it burned a lot. Then, four or five days later, I don't remember exactly. I was still very young, I hadn't fully developed, and there were no problems with possible erections. That's what the doctor said. He was wrong. Since they had previously separated the skin of the glans, they caused premature development and the first erections. The stitches they had put in my penis were extremely painful, and some points came loose, causing small tears and very heavy bleeding. Whenever I thought I was getting an erection, I ran to the refrigerator to get some ice to put on my penis. The first 15 days were awful, and I didn't calm down until the stitches popped. Those who have been through this experience over the years will be able to understand. I'll always remember those days, and I still curse the doctor 44 years later.
During my convalescence, which was a little over a month, I couldn't even put on my underwear. During that time, I wore my father's oversized pajamas.
Many neighbors asked about me, and my mother showed them the wound from the operation I'd had. It would have been better to show it on TV. I don't know how many people saw it, but I think there weren't a few neighbors missing, of course, and some of their children too, boys and girls. It was visited more than the Sagrada Familia in Barcelona. Oh, I almost forgot, I'm from Barcelona, ​​from a neighborhood that back then seemed like a village.
I was a boy with a developed penis that summer. My brother, who was 14, also started developing it around that time. When I went to the pool, in the locker room, all my friends looked at it and wondered when theirs would develop.
Her name was Isabel and she was the same age as me: 12. We had our birthdays in the same month, she was a few days before me. About three months before my surgery, she had a terrible and embarrassing accident. She climbed onto a table at school to dance, slipped, and hit the table with her entire genitals. The table broke in half upon impact. She bled profusely. She was taken to the hospital where she stayed for several days. She celebrated all kinds of things, and that day she also got her first period. Her class was all girls, no boys.
We were very good friends. She was my friend when we played outside in the summer, and we often hid together playing hide-and-seek. We also used to get together to do homework; although we weren't in the same class, we were in the same class. At that time, the school we both attended was co-educational, but boys were in some classes and girls in others; we weren't allowed together during recess or in the cafeteria. It was just like in 1960s Spain.
Every morning for almost two years, she and I went to school together. She also took a little boy from the neighbor's house, and I took two little boys. It was also common to see us playing soccer, and at one of our houses doing homework. We were good friends, but we were children; we knew nothing about sex. We both had the same problem: we wet the bed, and our mothers embarrassed us in front of our friends. But we both grew out of it. We both hated our mothers for ridiculing us.
In August of that year, her parents, who had a house outside Barcelona, ​​in a village, invited me to spend a few days with them. It was four days and three nights. What a night awaited us both.
The house wasn't big, a two-bedroom house, one on each side. I would sleep in Isabel's room. It had two bunk beds for when her cousins ​​came over—I don't remember if I knew them—and on the other side of the house were her parents. My parents and hers considered us harmless children, and up until then, we were pissers.
We left Barcelona in the morning by train. I had to get up early, even though it was vacation time. We walked from the station to his house; not everyone had a car back then.
His house had a small garden and an orchard, and he had a pond he used as a pool.
As soon as we arrived, his parents told us we could swim until lunchtime, and since we were wearing swimsuits under our clothes, we took them off and jumped in the water. We had a great time. In the afternoon, we went for a walk around town and ate some ice cream. We played with other kids on bikes a bit until we got back to his house. His mom told us we could swim in the pool again, which we didn't think twice about, so we went to his room to change. When we took off our swimsuits, we hadn't seen each other before, but this time we did. As we changed together, we realized we both had a bit of hair on our pelvic areas. When we were at the pool, we both started talking about the hair we'd seen on each other. We both mentioned that neither her nor my friends had any yet. We talked about her accident and my surgery, something we'd barely talked about up until then. We often went to school together with the little ones and often did homework together. But it wasn't just the kids who were there in the mornings or our mothers who were doing homework in the afternoon. We did our homework in the dining room, and my brother did it in a small room in the house, and at her house it was only in the dining room. My brother was two years older than me and couldn't be bothered. Besides, my brother and I were always arguing; he was a snitch.
We watched TV after dinner, and they sent us to bed because, according to their parents, we must have been tired. But I believe now, after all these years, that the reality, that it was them who wanted to go to bed, not to sleep, based on what little we heard, is that for them, those days were meant for sex. It was his first year on vacation and he had 15 days.
She slept in a very light summer nightgown; it wasn't long, maybe just above her knees, while I wore my underwear. We continued talking about how bad our accidents had been, and we were both curious to see each other's scars. The lighting was dim, so we lay on the floor and lowered the lamp. I pulled down my underwear, or took it off, I don't remember. She pulled up her nightgown, which was the only thing she was wearing, I think. We were both lying on the floor, and she explained to me that her scar was between her thigh and her genitals, barely two finger widths from her genitals, in the groin. It wasn't a large scar; they only put in two stitches. But since the accident coincided with her first period and the impact was tremendous, they ran many tests until they were sure the vaginal bleeding wasn't from the impact. She explained it to me in great detail, I also showed her my penis and my scar, of course when she touched my scar it gave me an erection, she was a little surprised to see it, she continued gently touching my penis and I touching her scar and her sex, she also began to arouse, our position was most similar to a 69, but on our side and with a lamp between us. I had never seen sex with hair so close up and I started touching it and seeing what could be seen inside.
Neither she nor I had ever masturbated, nor did we know what sex was, that was something for adults, but we both got aroused and couldn't stop to the point of having something as close as possible to an orgasm. I had never ejaculated, and the amount of semen that came out was enormous, it seemed like she had urinated on what she managed to lubricate. We both wondered what had happened, but we had liked it. More than an orgasm, I remember it as a massive expiration that made me ejaculate.
When we realized it was getting late, we heard her father in the bathroom. We each got into our beds, and we more or less fell asleep. We needed to keep talking about what had happened to us, but we pretended to sleep in case her father came in, which he did. He opened the door to check on us, and we pretended to be asleep, but we fell asleep.
When we woke up in the morning, we both rushed to the bathroom; we really needed to pee, which wasn't normal at our age. Her parents took a while to get out of bed. They let us wash, eat breakfast, and clean up the mess from the night.
When her parents got up, we were in the garden talking about what had happened to us that night. I was worried; she reassured me by saying that she took pills every day to regulate her menstruation, which also helped prevent her from having children.
Childbearing pills were banned in Spain from the 1960s to the 1980s, and the only ones sold were ones to regulate periods. They were the same, but ignorance prevented women from taking them as contraceptives. Isabel's teacher, a young woman, explained that she took the same pills, which were brought from Andorra. When she returned to school after the accident, the doctor told her she had to take a pill every day after lunch, and that meant she had to take them during school hours. Isabel's mother told the teacher to remind her, because after the accident, Isabel had painful periods that kept her from going to school for one or two days. She was told she would have to take those pills for two years or more. During those years, I saw that many girls took those pills and didn't know that they were also contraceptives.
We spent the rest of the morning in a group with other children at a neighbor's house. In the afternoon, we got back together. I remember there were more girls a little older than the boys. Most of the girls were a year or two older than us, and two or three boys were like me. At those ages, the difference is quite noticeable, even if it's small. It was a pain until one of the older girls suggested playing tag. The tag was always the same: a kiss. It was a pain. Well, that's what I thought until that day. I'd never kissed a girl before, I never liked giving kisses, but there was nothing better to do at that moment.
I was one of the first to pay the tag. It was my turn to give it to Isabel, which I remember as a very embarrassing act on my part, but I really enjoyed it. Since I was wearing my swimsuit under my pants I had a really bad time, I had an erection and there wasn't enough room, it hurt from my huge erection so I touched myself discreetly to fix it, although I liked it being seen, and more so since every time I lost I had to kiss Isabel, I ignored the others, they always wanted to kiss me on the lips and I found it disgusting, although I had to give some to the other girls, with Isabel it was different, it turned me on a lot and I liked it, she also liked giving them to me, the other kids didn't like it as much.
They got tired of the game and almost all of them went for a walk around town, Isabel wanted to show me a fountain that was in the river. Well, "river" is a way of speaking, at its deepest it didn't cover more than the waist back then, now it's a river that at most covers your foot, and in summer it barely has any water.
I was wearing the swimsuit I used for training at the pool where I trained to play water polo. She had another one my mother had given her. It was a swimsuit for the club's women's team. The fabric of those swimsuits was very thin back then compared to the ones they had, and everything showed through. Although she wore a T-shirt and shorts while we were with the others. Isabel didn't need to shave her pubic hair when she put on her swimsuit, because she still had very little.
But once at the fountain, which was next to the river, we took off our clothes and stripped down to our swimsuits so we could get wet in the river.
We continued talking about what had happened to us that night and she wondered if that big penis of mine would fit in her vagina. They said that the first few times it hurt a lot. I was so excited that I remember it was coming out from the waistband of my swimsuit even when I was in the water. My swimsuit was red with white stripes on the sides, and hers was dark blue with white stripes on the sides as well. Those white stripes were transparent when they were wet. In those years they were the only colors for that type of swimsuits. She was sitting on a rock, pulling her legs up against her chest. She was so wet that the swimsuit allowed you to see the moisture between her legs, marking her vaginal lips. It seemed as if a little bit of pee was escaping from her, our situation was a giveaway. We continued talking about the things that our older friends talked about about sex. I said it couldn't possibly hurt that much, or else no one would do it, that it was like tobacco; we weren't allowed to, and they smoked. She said we could try it, but without doing anything, we didn't want to have sex, it was a sin, or so I thought. We looked for a place that seemed hidden and took off our swimsuits. We sat on the ground, with me leaning against a tree. She told me that this way, if we got aroused, she'd be on top of me. No sooner said than done? Well, in fact, it took a while to get inside; Isabel didn't have a hymen. She told me that when she had the accident, they did an internal examination to check for any injuries and that they hurt a lot. Maybe with a penis it would be different. And so we did. She got on top, positioning herself properly so that I could enter her. I amused myself with her breasts while she tried to force me into her vagina. I hadn't noticed them yet, and I started touching them while I asked her if they didn't hurt as they grew. We both decided to kiss, which was eternal, with our lips pressed together, she was moving more and letting my penis enter completely, without realizing it and without moving even a millimeter, when it was already completely inside, and without stopping kissing, we let ourselves be taken by the passion of the moment, both of us reaching ejaculation and without moving even a millimeter, we just pressed against each other very tightly as we hugged. I could feel the dripping of the large amount of semen that came out of her sex, which was not an obstacle for us to let go.
I don't know how long we were like that, seconds, minutes, I don't remember, my erection wouldn't go down and she was also so hard she wouldn't get off me despite having reached orgasm. A dog that came to where we were made us get up and put on our swimsuits quickly, it was a dog that belonged to one of her neighbors, and someone must have been at the fountain with it, when we went out we saw that it was being carried by a very old man who didn't pay any attention to us, or so we thought. Isabel was draining all the semen I had deposited inside her and went to bathe in the river to clean herself while we played throwing sticks for the dog to fetch, after a while we went to her house. On the way we talked about what we were doing, she told me that when I touched her breasts and kissed she couldn't get out, it was as if she were tied to me and I could do whatever I wanted with her, but she had liked it a lot, she didn't suffer any kind of pain as they said, she got to feel so deep inside her that it seemed like I was going to pierce her, and we both pressed against each other very hard.
We couldn't tell anyone what we had done, and we swore not to tell our friends.
At night in the room, we kissed again and did it again, we had really enjoyed it, I don't know how many times we did it, I don't remember, what I remember is that after the first one her mother came again, this time to see if we were sleeping or if we were just fooling around, thank goodness they didn't catch us because we heard her coming, then we were together on the floor all night, it was very hot and we kept touching each other and putting it in as much as our strength allowed, which was every time we woke up, I remember it was a few times.
The next day we got up before her parents again, the urge to pee was hitting us both again or it was the sex we had that morning before getting up, I don't know. After breakfast and tidying up the house, she had to help her mother with the housework, we went on an excursion that she often did with her parents, it was up a mountain on a cart path, it was a path that cars now use. I've driven past it several times to go to a shrine whose name I don't remember. It's a 20-minute drive from the village to the shrine. That day, her mother prepared some sandwiches for us to eat when we arrived at the shrine, so we could return later in the afternoon.
After walking for almost an hour, we turned off to some small caves in a somewhat hidden place where almost no one went back in those years. We spent the day there. I don't remember how many times we did that. When we were coming back, her vaginal lips were very irritated, and my penis was also very sore and irritated, making it difficult to walk.
When we got to her house, her mother noticed something was wrong with us and asked her what was wrong. Isabel told her that the drive had irritated our groin and something else. Her mother told her to wash first and then she would check on her. After checking on her, she gave her some cream, which I also applied. Before applying the cream, we stood in the pool for a long time to wash. Her mother told us we couldn't always walk around in those swimsuits; the sweat would always irritate our butts and groin.
At night, when we went to bed, we continued for a while, but very carefully. We were certainly eager, but we couldn't do much because of the irritation.
The next day, we were the first to get up again. I packed up my things to go home. They accompanied me to Barcelona, ​​to our house, where we all ate together with my parents and my brother. They said I was a very responsible boy and not one for rowdiness or violent games. They'd known me for years—well, 12 years, but she and I were among the responsible, calm kids—and they returned to the village for a week before their vacation was over.
So, taking 15 days off as a worker was taking a lot of vacation time.
While I was away from home, there had been problems with my brother.
I soon realized what the problem was. A neighbor saw my brother at the club where I was training with a girl. He had his hand inside her swimsuit between her legs, and she did the same with my brother. She told my mother. From that day on, my brother was grounded, and my mother kept him under close surveillance; he wasn't allowed to go anywhere unless I went with him. What a final vacation he had.