I was 17. The first of the members of our weekly poker game (I always had friends 5-6 years older than me) was getting married. I went to the bachelor party. There were 2 girls up on stage and after a few sets, they went into the back room with a big box of condoms each. One by one, guys were going into these rooms. The girls were pretty, but I wasn’t going to do anything about this until the groom grabbed me by the arm, shoved a $20 in my pocket and literally threw me across the floor and into an open room.
She was nice enough; about 30-35 with short blonde hair. She took the $20 in my hand, undid my pants, made sure I was hard (as she slipped the condom on), moved onto her back, and pulled me [del]onto[/del] into her. It was going ok, if not weird, but I was having a hard time getting into things with all the drunken guys cheering outside. She even said to me, “You gotta cum soon….you gotta cum soon.” A few minutes later, I did, and while it was a nice emotional release, I felt embarrassed having to make small talk afterwards with someone nodding her head while wiping herself with Charmin in preparation for the next guy after me.
I yanked up my pants, buckled my belt, and walked weaker-kneed out into the crowd. They cheered & two of them put me up on their shoulders. I found out later that the reason that they did that was because 5 other guys had come & gone from door #2 while I was behind door #1. All in all, it was kind of a sad event that barely counted as sex…
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Since she’s dead now I can share. It was with an old family friend on the 20th anniversary of her son’s death. We knew when she dropped by to “borrow some talcum powder” and “maybe get that wonderful Salisbury Steak recipe” that she was really there because she couldn’t be in Hyannisport with the rest of her kids that day playing “Touch Assassination” on the lawn. The day was November 22, 1963, and the old family friend was… Rose Kennedy.
Later she started to go home but kept buying for time… “ooh… I don’t believe I’ve seen that episode of Facts of Life”. Well, why not sit back and watch it, Miss Rose? I said. I mean she was the mother of a martyred president after all. And when Kim Fields came on, finally liberated of her roller skates, Miss Rose said “She’s adorable. Couldn’t you just eat Tootie up now that she’s out of those skates?” I laughed nervously and said “I don’t think I could”. And she said “How about eating my tootie up… now that I’m off of this walker?”
She had been so good to us, always bringing over pickled peaches and deviled eggs whenever she “just made too many… seems I always do… now that the kids are gone… except for my oldest three sons… who all died violently in the service of keeping America free…” that I kissed her. Things just happened. When later I was asked what it tasted like I said, truthfully, ‘Depends’. Her hip broke half way through the mounting and it had to hurt, but she just laughed about it. “Oh baby, I fractured 7 ribs and slipped 4 disks the time I was fingercuffed by David Niven and Nikita Kruschev, I’ll be fine…”. She was a class act.
We never spoke of it again, but sometimes a shy smile would pass between us when we saw each other in the TG&Y or at the flea market where she bought her plastic slip covers. But I always like to think I made the events in Dealy Plaza a little more bearable.
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[QUOTE=Count Blucher]
I was 17. The first of the members of our weekly poker game (I always had friends 5-6 years older than me) was getting married. I went to the bachelor party. There were 2 girls up on stage and after a few sets, they went into the back room with a big box of condoms each. One by one, guys were going into these rooms. The girls were pretty, but I wasn’t going to do anything about this until the groom grabbed me by the arm, shoved a $20 in my pocket and literally threw me across the floor and into an open room.
She was nice enough; about 30-35 with short blonde hair. She took the $20 in my hand, undid my pants, made sure I was hard (as she slipped the condom on), moved onto her back, and pulled me [del]onto[/del] into her. It was going ok, if not weird, but I was having a hard time getting into things with all the drunken guys cheering outside. She even said to me, “You gotta cum soon….you gotta cum soon.” A few minutes later, I did, and while it was a nice emotional release, I felt embarrassed having to make small talk afterwards with someone nodding her head while wiping herself with Charmin in preparation for the next guy after me.
I yanked up my pants, buckled my belt, and walked weaker-kneed out into the crowd. They cheered & two of them put me up on their shoulders. I found out later that the reason that they did that was because 5 other guys had come & gone from door #2 while I was behind door #1. All in all, it was kind of a sad event that barely counted as sex…
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We were both 16, in my room while Mom & Dad were at work. My 12 yro brother picked the lock and walked in. Boyfriend stood up. Merriment ensued.
We decided to try it a 2nd time when my brother was still at school. Wasn’t good, wasn’t bad, just was. I broke up with him a week later when I found out he was telling all his friends (like my brother blabbing was nothing??). I decided to wait a couple of years after that.
[QUOTE=AngryIrishLass]
I broke up with him a week later when I found out he was telling all his friends
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I never understood guys doing that (and I’m a guy!). Same with guys doing a girl once and then dumping her. Maybe it’s just because I wasn’t part of the “cool” crowd, so I didn’t have anybody to impress, and if a girl was willing to have sex with me once, I sure as hell wasn’t going to deliberately do anything that might jeopardize any chance that she might want to do it again Of course, I didn’t end up actually having sex until I was almost 21, but still …
On the other hand, the only girl I ever deflowered (I was 23, she was 17, legal in my state) told pretty much everybody we were doing it, and in the year-and-a-half we dated, we did it often, in every way we could think of. She was cool - she was willing to try anything I suggested at least once. And I suggested all sorts of things
Pardon the hijack, but how is “losing one’s virginity” defined for gay guys? Do you count the first time with a woman (if you’ve had sex with a woman and if it was before having sex with a man), how does oral sex count, or do you only count the first act involving penetration as losing it? For lesbians who have never had sex with a man, it’s also tricky. Are they technically still virgins if they’ve had cunnilingus but never broken the hymen? I’d be curious to see other’s opinions.
Friend of my sister’s when I was 21. We had flirted pretty heavily for a while and my family knew we were good friends. We put on Star Wars in the living room and waited everybody out. After they went to bed we headed back to my room to “finish up the movie.”
Strangely, this was not only my first time, but she had been only the second girl I’d ever kissed. So yeah, went from “second kiss” to petting to nudity, to receiving oral, to giving oral, to losing virginity in the span of about 2 hours.
[QUOTE=Cyberhwk]
Strangely, this was not only my first time, but she had been only the second girl I’d ever kissed. So yeah, went from “second kiss” to petting to nudity, to receiving oral, to giving oral, to losing virginity in the span of about 2 hours.
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We wake up some days and never know what to expect.
Yeah. Thank Og for condoms. It was pretty horrible and I regret it a lot. It might explain my aversion to strippers, strip clubs, prostitution & bachelor parties in general…
I was 17, she 19. We were then both active, dedicated members. We’d been guilt-ridden for weeks over our episodes of increasingly heavy petting, but the momentum was powerful and we embraced the inevitable. We told each other it would be okay because in our hearts we knew we would get married, and God knew our hearts so…
It was the most private place we could find. I was sort of an assistant there and had keys. We let ourselves in some time after midnight. The traffic-worn carpet was reddish orange and musty smelling. But for the brief minutes (it happened so fast!) it was a the royal red carpet to heaven.
We announced our engagement not too long afterwards to our shocked parents and fellow church goers. I bought a ring and everything. Within six months, the folly of what we were getting into finally set in - we were both too young and really didn’t know each other very well. We broke up on fairly decent terms. Within a couple years we drifted from our little town in separate directions.
I still smile at the fond memories, and hope she does too wherever she is. We gave each other one of the best answers to the question, “Where did you lose your virginity?”
I was active in Synogogue Youth Group. There were times when we’d all be piled into the host group’s sanctuary for a sleep-over, because they were almost always carpeted and a bit easier on sleeping bags.
Invariably a couple or two would wind up having sex under the Eternal Flame up on the Bima.
Not me, mind you. I was a good boy.
I did my heavy petting between the benches like a nice fellow.
[QUOTE=Count Blucher]
She even said to me, “You gotta cum soon….you gotta cum soon.”
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I can hear this in a really sexy “C’mon, big boy, I need it soon” type voice, but I’m much more inclined to visualize her checking her watch behind your head and thinking, “This guy’s cutting into my profit margin here.”
Sheesh, long dramatic story involving this particular relationship. My first boyfriend, I was 18, he was 17. We met through a friend one summer and clicked, after he went home we started a long distance relationship. After seeing each other one more time parting ways again, it comes to light that he’s really a she and she’s starting hormone therapy and wants sex reassignment surgery. Lucky for him, I liked girls too so the we kept dating.
Prom time came around and he visited again to accompany me. The day before prom, in my parent’s basement (my hang-out spot) using a strap-on we had sex. It was hectic and kind of awkward and one-sided (he hated his body, so I couldn’t help him out at all) but I was in “love” and it’s a good memory. I only bled a small amount and it didn’t hurt at all, so that’s a plus. No orgasm for either of us, but I was plenty satisfied (though the strap-on was kind of large, in retrospect). We broke up a year and a half into that relationship, just as he was getting his surgeries. He dumped me. Jerk.
First time with a real penis was sophomore year of college with the kid downstairs. We watched Fellowship of the Ring and waited out all the roommates and friends and were the last ones in the dorm lounge. I said something like “I’m not very good at these things.” And we kissed. Then next night his roommates were conveniently out of the dorms for the night and we had sex on his bed. It was amazing, I was shaking I was so happy.
[QUOTE=Sampiro]
Pardon the hijack, but how is “losing one’s virginity” defined for gay guys? Do you count the first time with a woman (if you’ve had sex with a woman and if it was before having sex with a man), how does oral sex count, or do you only count the first act involving penetration as losing it? For lesbians who have never had sex with a man, it’s also tricky. Are they technically still virgins if they’ve had cunnilingus but never broken the hymen? I’d be curious to see other’s opinions.
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I’d say it involves an orgasm…with enoughter person.
Or another way to look at it another way, particlary as as it took me some time to get to orgasm after I offiicaly lost my my virginity, some sort of of penetation. And lesbians can do that even without a penis.
I was 26, she was 19 and the wife of a friend.
Never did think I would break that commandment
It was good for me and her words were " If you are that good the first time, what will you be like next time"
Of course, I didn’t end up actually having sex until I was almost 21, but still …
