Not even if he was the last person on the planet

Growing up my parents were close friends with a family down the street. They had a kid my age and we spent a lot of time together because our families were friends. My dad and his dad coached sports together. I didn't really like their son who was my age that much, he was okay, but we knew each other since we were 6. I thought of him more like a brother. We'd argue, make up, hang out again. That kind of relationship.

Well by the time we were in our teens I had grown tits and he had grown muscles and it was hard not to think about each other differently. Neither of us were in a relationship but way curious about sex and hormonally craving it. It started slow, just letting him feel me up and vice versa, but it wasn't long thereafter where we were fucking nearly daily. It felt so good. I never thought of him as a boyfriend, but he was handy at that time to scratch my itch.

Yeah, no she didn't. Nice try playing the part of the girl though. The truth is you wanted to fuck her and she told you hell no. Lol

Yes, my first piece of pussy was from a thirty-six year old hag who had been rude to me and my friends for two days. She crawled into bed with me, twice. The first time I fled, the second, I had nowhere else to go. She removed my boxers, and her pj bottoms, got me hard, hunched my leg with her sandpaper cunt, then, pulled me on top for a ride. I lasted all of thirty seconds, pulled out and came in her cunt hair stubble. It wasn't too good, really.