Hello, My name is Christian, born in 1964, and fully aware of my bisexuality since 1999, when I was 35 years old. I finally feel ready to share an intimate story that has deeply shaped my identity. Although I accept my bisexuality, I have never publicly claimed it, and my wife is unaware of this part of my life and my penchant for pleasures between men. This story is about my first homosexual experience, an intense and liberating discovery that broke taboos and opened the way to a more complete self-acceptance. It all started during a summer camp stay in the summer of 1980, the year I turned 16. In the tent, torn between excitement and a certain apprehension, I experienced an unforgettable initiation. During the night, the oldest of our tent companions, who was approaching 18, with a boldness that both surprised and fascinated me, slipped his hand into my sleeping bag to explore my body with a gentleness and intensity that overwhelmed me. He touched my penis and massaged it until I had an erection. It was the first time I had seen my member react in this way to the attentions of a man. The feeling of his hands on it, the discovery of my own body reacting to his caresses, were revelations. In hindsight, I am surprised that I did not push him away, a hesitation that I absolutely do not regret. The experience, although new and hesitant, was deeply exciting. He then performed fellatio on me, then guided me towards his erect penis for a first "69", the name of which I did not know at the time. We were young, discreet, careful not to disturb the others' sleep, but passion transcended our fears. I remember the astonishment, then the intense pleasure, of this first fellatio, followed by a clumsy but passio ...

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