do you have any first love stories to share?

Question

first love is forever? oooer...really?

Answer 1

I can only say that my first love was my last love.
I gave this young lay a ride on a wet cool day,she gave me a simple kiss on the cheek.The next few times we meet were at a convenence store with a Dr Pepper and a Butterfinger.
We have been married for 24 years and she gets a Dr Pepper and a Butterfinger for our anniversary.

Answer 2

My first love was great and I was her first love I was 12 and she was 11 it was sweet and I could not get enough of her I KNOW WE STARTED TO YOUNG but a terrible thing happen she had older sisters and they had older boy friends any how she started going with this older guy I think he was 16 years old now i6 and 12 is a big difference so I got out of the way she got pregnant and had a bay boy this killed me I never said anything about it to any one now fast forward 10 years I saw her when I was playing basketball she worked at the gym and every day I would come in there she would come in and set down and watch me play and then she would leave I never said a word to her my pride would not let me now that I am much older I still think of her from time to time not that I want her or any thing I just remember how sweet it was now over the years I have had a lot of loves but you know something I go it right the first time because all the women I have had are like her in some way dark and lovely soft spoken

Answer 3

Well my experience with "First Love" was that it only makes an impact because its your first. It definitely has not been the best to date (my current love is the best so far), and it wasnt my longest relationship either. So no i dont believe that your first love is your real true love, and i dont believe that first love lasts forever. Im DEFINITELY not in love with her anymore. I barely even like her! lol

Answer 4

My first love was in high school. She was almost perfect . She was sexy and dominant. I was foolish and did not tell her that I was a transsexual. I think she would have understood but I was too scared to say anything. My loss.

Answer 5

It was a long time ago. On Mr. Toad's Wild Ride.

Actually, I was 18 and working at Burger King. My father said, literally, "You're 18, get out." I was still in high school and had nowhere to go. I told my boss, James, what had happened and he offered to let me stay at his apartment till I found something. He was 22. His sister and kids were living in two of his three bedrooms, so had to sleep on the couch. That first night he and I got to his house pretty late and his sister was already asleep. She didn't know I was going to be there and she screamed the next morning when she saw a "strange guy" on the couch. SO, I ended up sleeping on the floor in James' room next to his bed. Neither of us knew the other was gay. Or maybe he may have known that I was. I was out at work.

When we'd get in bed for the night, he'd lay on his stomach amd lean over the edge, and we'd chat a little before falling asleep. The light shining from all of the diodes on his stereo system was just bright enough for us to barely see each other's faces. This went on for several nights, until one night, leaning over the edge of the bed, he said very shyly, "I have something I need to tell you and I don't know how you are going to respond to it." I told him that he could tell me anything and that nothing would upset me. "I... I think I'm in love with you," he said. Wow, I wasn't expecting that, and I felt heat flushes in my face and butterflies in my stomach. It was very exciting. Being so young and pretty innocent I really didn't know how to respond except to smile a big stupid grin. Then he asked me if I wanted to sleep in the bed with him. It was a single bed, bearly enough for one, let alone two, but I climbed in. He layed on his back and I layed on my side with my back against the wall. We were both shaking really bad, but that made it even more thrilling. I remember that we both let our hands wander over each other, but we stopped short of touching each other's privates, neither of us knowing how far we could go. Eventually we fell asleep in each other's arms. His sister moved out and we eventually got a smaller place, with all new furnature. Except for a new bed. We slept snuggly in that dinky little single bed together for three years, until he decided we should go our own ways after I put on some weight. I'm 38 now, and that was 20 years ago. I've fallen in and out of love two more times since then, but those three years with James were the three happiest, most romantic years of my life.

I miss you, James.


Rev. Jim Cunningham
GayChristianSurvivors.com