Cherry popping

It was a beautiful sunny day that I spent with friends. Four of them to be exact. Four men. They did something to me that had never been done before. Some of the guys were well experienced & some were not. I was nervous & bit afraid that this was going to hurt. As we prepared for the big event, we all joked around & had fun. I knew that they would all look out for my well being, but that in the end, they could not protect me from everything.

The guys offered helpful hints so that I could enjoy the experience more fully; from keeping my eyes open & watch every angle that I could to being aware of my profile & the shadows. As we took our places for the first time, my breathing became heavy in anticipation. Watching every movement that was made only heightened my anxiousness.

Completely shocked that I emerge from our first session unscathed, I perform a bit of clean up on myself so that I am ready to go again. The guys do likewise. This is a sweaty, messy business. We joke around some more & talk about what just took place. We repeat this process a few times before 'it' finally happens.

OW!

OMIGOSH! It hurts so bad! There is the initial hurt, but then the sting of it keeps growing. What a tender area to violated in this manner!

OW!

How did I let them talk me into this? How could I do this with other men & not Brian for the first time? What was I thinking?

Rubbing my sore area & feeling the wet stickiness, I stagger away...

And that, my friends, was my first paintball experience!