Similar story for me as Chase Ransom, though eventually my dad did teach me how to ride a bike. I don’t remember ever getting the talk, but rather just sort of picking up on things. The one piece of advice on topic that I recall was just before going to college my mom told me “don’t get a girl pregnant,” which is probably a good idea. I do wish they’d given me some dating advice, though. That would have been helpful, and maybe then I would have something remotely resembling a love life.
My Dad tried to have “the talk” with me, but I mostly tuned out. My thought was “I’m gay so this doesn’t really apply to my life.”
Ditto here. I didn’t find out my favorite aunt was suffering from Lou Gehrig’s Disease until after she died, and I didn’t find out how my uncle who I was named after had died until I was in my late teens. Serious subjects just didn’t get discussed in our house, sad to say, and that’s something I’m trying hard to rectify in our own home.
Then again, my folks were probably convinced I didn’t need “the talk,” figuring it would be a long time after I left home until I needed it. They were right.
Pretty much this. Dad handed me a biology book and told me to ask him if I had any questions, but it was pretty much figure it out on my own. Luckily I had a number of willing tutors. 
Ah, “the talk.”
When I was a wee lad of about 12 my dad said that we needed to have “the talk.” This “talk” consisted of letting me stay up late one night and watching a Discovery Channel show about sex. That was it. No actual discussion.
I’ll also mention that I was raised in a fairly religious household where my dad emphasized that cursing, smoking anything or taking a single drink of alcohol would damn me to hell in quick order. No sex was kind of implied.
I started dating a girl at 16. She was bad news, but she let me fuck her, so I was happy enough for awhile. I’m sure my dad had his suspicions because we had “the talk” again (this time with real talking).
He said sex => damnation, but use a condom, because if I knocked a girl up, he wouldn’t let me live in his house.
So to answer the OP’s questions directly:
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Any talk about these subjects at all?
Not until it was too late -
Was it just about contraception, like “No matter what she says, you use a condom”?
Contraception was an afterthought -
Any discussion about what would happen if he did get a girl pregnant?
Yep, he’d kick me out -
Was there further discussion about dating (separately from sex), like “Don’t get all wrapped up in a girl; I don’t want you flunking out of school”?
I know he didn’t like that girl, but other than some attempts to send me out on dates with girls from the church, he never really said anything. -
Was a curfew set? Was it affected in any way by inclusion of girls in the boy’s social life? Any other restrictions? Was he allowed to be alone in the basement with a girl, for instance?
No alone time at the house. But were never at my house anyways. -
Any discussion about…well, acting gentlemanly? “No means no” is a relatively new development, but did anyone ever talk in general about not pushing a girl further than she wanted to go? Any warnings not to give an overprotective father of a girl good reason to be overprotective?
Nope.
Well, I’m sixteen, and while my parents haven’t really talked to me all that much about it, I do feel comfortable asking them for advice on anything if I need it. I was given less a “talk” than a comprehensive book on the subject at around grade five, followed by any questions I had, which was much less uncomfortable for everyone. My household is not religious, but I do have strong convictions about not having premarital sex, so I don’t really feel the need to actually own contraception, although I was informed on how it works and the necessity of it. I think that if I were inclined to have sex, they would help make sure that I did it responsibly, but, again, I suspect that I have stronger convictions on it than either of them.
I’ve not had the “if you get a girl pregnant”, the “don’t flunk out because of a girl”, or the “these are the ground rules for going out” conversations because, frankly, they haven’t been necessary. I’ve not had girlfriend, I’m ranked first in my class by a fairly wide margin, and I don’t have a curfew because I hardly ever go out to social events and never past a reasonable time.
Valete,
Vox Imperatoris
Not much in the way of any talks, From my mother when it came time to sign the permission slip for the big time 5th grade Sex Ed class she asked if I had any questions. I had it all figured out except what my testicles were for, which she cleared up pretty quickly. Two weeks later she let me get a copy of Everything You Ever Wanted to Know About Sex from Goodwill for a dollar. Learned a lot more from that book than from that class I did.
My mother grew up in a very religious home and you could tell that she was trying to be cool about it, but the subject is still not her favorite even now. Luckily I had a super cool older best friend that hipped me to the actual details as well as set me up for my first lay.
Dad never said a word.
1. Any talk about these subjects at all?
Nope. Well, maybe once my dad gave it an attempt, but that quickly shifted to being about responsible drinking.
I mostly got info from older friends, whos advice wasn’t always well meant though.
*2. Was it just about contraception, like “No matter what she says, you use a condom”? *
Like I said, no.
*3. Any discussion about what would happen if he did get a girl pregnant?
*Ha ha… I wish. (well, no I don’t, really)
*4. Was there further discussion about dating (separately from sex), like “Don’t get all wrapped up in a girl; I don’t want you flunking out of school”? *
They didn’t meet any of the girls I hooked up with in High School… and actually, they haven’t met any of the ones I’ve hooked up with later either (which mostly has to do with the fact that I moved far away from home at age 18)
5. Was a curfew set? Was it affected in any way by inclusion of girls in the boy’s social life? Any other restrictions? Was he allowed to be alone in the basement with a girl, for instance?
Sure, there was a curfew. But that was mainly to keep me from partying to hard.
6. Any discussion about…well, acting gentlemanly? “No means no” is a relatively new development, but did anyone ever talk in general about not pushing a girl further than she wanted to go? Any warnings not to give an overprotective father of a girl good reason to be overprotective?
I just tried to behave like the gentlemen did in the movies, and I did pick up a tip or two from the grandparents.
I am, however, really close to my parents, but relationships isn’t among the things we talk about… I’ll introduce them to the future Mrs. Red, when that day comes though.
My parents never told me a damn thing. I had to depend on my mentor in guy school.
Nope, my parents just assumed i knew everything about it already because i read a lot. They were basically right.
Once again i never got the condom talk from parents but i honestly don’t see how anybody at all couldn’t know this. Its been pretty ingrained into our conciousness for decades.
Nope, never.
Nope, I don’t see how it would be effective on anyone to be honest.
My curfew was 2am when i started going out at around 15 or so, i tended to come back and leave through the window till around 5 anyways. I did get told several times not to drive drunk and while i was never specifically told not to bring girls to the house any girls i brought were snuck in and out the window anyways.
Nope, i think like myself my parents believed some stuff should be pretty obvious to someone whos not a complete jackass.
I never had any kind of talk with either of my parents. In 4th grade I checked out a book (It’s Perfectly Normal) from the library on my own.
[nitpick]It was my dad and me, not me and my son (who doesn’t exist).[/nitpick]
Let me go all “dad” on you for a moment, VI.
When I was your age I, too, had strong convictions about not having premarital sex. I was also a geeky and unpopular kid who, as a result, didn’t go out much and didn’t have girlfriends.
Then, my senior year, I got into a pretty serious relationship with a girl.
Then, she started putting out.
Then, we had a pregnancy scare. There aren’t enough :eek:'s in the world, let me tell ya.
Gather up five quarters, go to a gas station, and buy a condom. Keep it in your pocket. If you don’t use it this month, throw it away and repeat the process next month. Repeat until you’re married.
You’ll want that condom because buddy, let me tell ya, when a girl takes off her panties you start thinking with your dick, and your dick overrides your brain in a big hurry. Having that condom in your pocket will save you a lot of grief.
Oh, you bet. Both my wife and I (separately and together) talked to our sons about the art of dating.
Actually, it was my wife who dove into the heavy and frank talk about contraception, and it ran very close to “no matter what, use a condom.”
Yup, and again I have to give credit to my wife, who bluntly told them “If she gets pregnant, it will be totally her decision whether she wants to have the baby, give it up or get an abortion. And if she decides to have the baby, you will be responsible for child support for at least the next 18 years, whether you wanted her to have the baby or not. And your father and I will make sure you pay that child support whether you want to or not because YOU’RE THE FATHER and it’s your responsibility. Do I make myself clear?”
That was actually more my role, educating them on the difference between dating to be friends, dating seriously and the inevitable having their heart stomped on at some point.
Yes, they always had a curfew, regardless of whether they were out with a girl, out with friends or just out. We adjusted the curfew as they got older. And we did have a rule about girls in the basement.
There was a general admonishment not to be an asshole under any circumstances, which they pretty much always followed.
Here is an exhaustive description of the words of wisdom and guidelines that my father gave me, numbered like the OP for your convenience…
Nothing, nothing, and “it’s a sin.” 
Darn it; I should have asked how old everyone is. As in, when did these convos happen or not-happen. Thanks to all who responded, though. And wouldn’t it be great if open, honest communication between parents and sons was the norm? Wouldn’t it maybe, possibly, quell some of the extreme paranoia on the part of fathers of daughters?
WhyNot: :eek: :eek: :eek: Crimeny, I don’t even know the consistency of my discharge!
DigitalC: No offense, but I’m not sure it’s wise to ever assume that something’s obvious.
Early twenties, and i’ve had nothing really in the way of a talk. There was the odd “Of course, you know about…” “YES THANK YOU MUM WE DON’T NEED TO TALK ABOUT THIS LA LA LA” as a teenager, but as you can probably guess in general it’s not an area i’m all that willing or interested in discussing with my parents. I’m pretty sure they feel the same way. As far as gentlemanly conduct goes, i’m of the assumption that had I had a girlfriend at any point in my teens, I probably would’ve got a talk, but I’d hope I don’t really suggest a need to be talked to about gentlemanly behaviour.
Of course, i’ve yet to actually have sex, so it could be this is a huge mistake. Hooray for potential misunderstanding, I guess. 
From what I can tell there’s a roaring trade in people selling their virginities on Ebay - you could probably clean up! (so to speak.)
In addition to the PRIC slogan above, I read the “Where Did I Come From” book with them and they each had their own copy of “What’s Happening To My Body”. There were frequent comments along the way but never a big production “talk”.
With regard to the first book, my oldest son asked if he could show the book to his younger brother. I said “No” that I would read it to him later. When the time seemed right for that, I pulled the book out and the younger son said “Am I allowed now?”.
Part of the reading included the “if you have any questions…” A few days late my son mentioned the book and said “you remember when you said I should ask if I have questions…” (Mild panic on my part here wondering what he was going to ask). “Do they make books like that about insects.” We bought him a childen’s guide to insects and he was happy.