Title:           Furry's Fursuit Sex Story I found on here
Author:          RooRoo
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/sccU1iWt
First Edit:      Wednesday 27th of November 2013 10:21:05 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Wednesday 27th of November 2013 10:21:05 PM CDT

The one who saved my life without knowing it
        Spending hours, upon hours sitting contemplating and understanding; thus is the story of my life for five years. It started when I first looked at Redtube; the porn website used by many. Of course as a budding teenager, I was curious about my sexuality leading to the discovery of porn. I spent hours finding more, and more different types of fetishes and styles of porn.  The first fetish I found was yiff, or "Fursuit sex". Yiff is famous for being gay porn, but as a child, I never understood that under the bottom's fursuit was a penis. It was not until I found a video called "The fox in the Stable" did I understand how wrong I was. This video was a curious one; "The Fox in the Stable" had…well a fox in a stable! Not only was there a fox, but a horse with a surprisingly long penis. Of course, it leads on from there, bj to bj. I was scared at first not knowing that men could have sex, but I was still aroused so I kept watching it. When others ask, "When did you first get your inclination of being Bisexual" I usually mention the video. Even though I loved the video, I still liked to watch straight porn. Straight porn to me was pure and happy, but when I watched gay porn, I felt dirty and wrong.  It took five years for me to lose my "Dirty and wrong" feeling I had towards gay porn. During these five years, I experimented with relationships some good, some bad. One relationship in particular was odd, and left me at a loss of words when it ended. Kimberly was an odd one; she was a tomboy on the outside, but on the inside, she was a sweet woman. However, of course that is not why I was left flabbergasted! Her sexuality peeked in 7th grade; a grade I doubt ever will be forgotten by ether of us. The sexual part of our relationship started when I received a Blowjob on school grounds. How the teachers did not see this, I to this day do not know. (YATAYAYAYAYAYAYA lets skip past this) Our relationship ended when her and I could not handle a long distance relationship, so of course I packed away the riding crops and floggers never to see them again. How does this all tie together you may ask? Well, each one of these aspects created a path for me to follow, a path that was either good or bad depending on my choices.  The path was an odd one leading in many directions, but I choose the right one in my opinion.  The path I choose was to come out to my family instead of bottling up all of the emotions I felt. First, I came out to my father who by my surprise was understanding, and said that he already guessed I was Bi for a long time. After my father, I was afraid to come out, my mother being very Christian and my brother being homophobic lead to a stress level I never experienced. I was heading on a downward spiral, which resulted in 4 days of no sleep or food.  This lead to passing out, and being forced to have an IV. I was frightened, scared beyond belief that my mother was against my life style and me. Therefore, I did what any normal human being would do; I went on reddit to find the answers. Quickly I came across a subreddit called "Lgbteens" for teenagers coming out, and other issues they faced. Wanting someone to talk to I went on the IRC channel, to find someone who would help me through this tough time. I talked and talked, finding that people accepted others on this channel no matter what sexual preference. Subjects came and went, some sexual some not, but one subject that popped up was BDSM. Being fluent in BDSM speak I mentioned that I wish I could be suspended again as my old girlfriend would do. To my surprise, I found someone who knew what she was talking about, and I knew I had to talk with her. She first PM'ed me talking about how she wished she lived closer to my area. It so happened to turn out that she lived only 3 hours from my position. This opened up just a nice conversation one that ate up most of my day, and by the end, I felt…Different. I felt as though a burden was lifted from my shoulders one that I had been struggling with for years. The feeling of belonging was that burden, one not many had. I felt happier, more energetic, and overall de-stressed. I found my pain was eased, and my mind cleared from the worries. This woman just by the shear act of typing a phrase made my life better. I was, and always will be grateful of what she did. For if, she had not spoken with me, or even tried I could very well be in a casket. That burden….that burden was my life's worst enemy, and what did she do that destroyed the pain. She just decided that "Maybe I should talk with him" I…am so grateful for what she did. Who knows how long that burden would have stayed with me? I even as a younger child tried to kill myself because of that burden, and THIS WOMAN, this sweet innocent woman who had no idea of the situation could very well be the reason that I am alive today.