I apologize if this ground has been covered already. I don’t think that it has by a non-troll.
I didn’t lose my virginity all at once. When I was 14, I met “Lou” a very pretty blue-eyed honey blonde who was also 14 and lived out in the country. I would ride my scooter over to her house on Sunday afternoons and we would sit in a porch swing most of the time and kiss (if her parents weren’t at home) and on occasion I would do some manly sit ups and pushups to entertain her. She was enthralled by these antics and would watch my sweaty efforts with satisfied clucks. We were obviously in love for the first time ever.
One day on the swing, (aaahhh yes the swing,) she leaned over to do something and her shirt sagged open. She was obviously not wearing a bra. I looked down the front of her shirt and there they were…my first look at the unfettered female breast. (add a cartoon “boining” here). I was a changed man…err boy from that moment on. After that visual conical delight, nothing would be the same. I knew then what my mission in life was to be.
Well over the months we began to go at it hot and heavy but she was afraid to “go all the way.” I tried everything I had in my pitiful little repertoire and nothing worked. She was obviously far wiser than myself.
As time went on, Lou and I turned 16 and I got my driver’s license so I would go and pick her up in my pickup truck. We would drive to a country road and park. Well, I can tell you that I was a veritable acrobat. I tried getting some in every position possible, but she held her ground and only let me do what I could without any actual penetration. My penis stayed harder than times in ’29 but no actual “in and out up the spout” ever took place.
(note I found out later that we were not far from a forest fire tower and were being observed now and again through heavy lenses by the local park ranger.)
Well, I remained a frustrated young man until mom and dad moved in to a larger town when I was around 17 years old. That’s when I met “Betsy.” A dark hair beauty of 16 that completely made me forget about Lou. And permit me, if you will, to drag out the term “unfettered again, because it sure applied to Betsy. She introduced me to the delightful mysteries that I had only danced around in the periphery of before. That was when I lost both my testicular aches and pains along with my true virginity.
I often wonder where they both might be today…with some lucky man no doubt, mothers of lots of kids.
Thanks Lou. ( I think)
Thanks Betsy. ( for sure)
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aha, Thank you for that nice story. I’m so glad to know that so many of you on here aren’t jerks, and you certainly are one of the classy ones.
As to my story. I was 19, and the only part I want to share here is that over 20 years later, he is still the most important man in my life. I will treasure the memories of that night for the rest of my life, and hold them close to my heart. I loved him then, and I love him even more now. Thank you my beloved, for showing me what true love is really all about.
<misty-eyed, purplebear chokes up, and leaves quietly, with a tiny smile on her face…>
You are more than a human being, you are a human becoming.
Og Mandino
That’s my name, not a description. I am neither purple nor a bear. Okay, so I’m purple.<a true Wally original!>
It happened one summer, when I was eighteen. I had recently graduated from high school (proving that the statues did not, in fact, stand up and applaud), and had more or less come to terms with my sexuality and orientation. She was younger, bisexual, and much more experienced than I was. We had met the previous week, and she knew I was attracted to her without my needing to tell her. So, when she invited me to her house, I knew that it wasn’t just for tea and cookies… I will draw the curtain at this point, pausing only to add that it was mid-afternoon, and extremely hot, and so she got tired and worn out before I was ready to quit. She made up for it the next time, though, and the time after that, and the time after that…
Heck is where you go when you don’t believe in Gosh.
Summer of '75, I was 16. The place was the Sacramento Six Drive In Movie Complex just off US Highway 50 and Bradshaw Road. I don’t remember the movie, and I only remember the girl’s first name, Kathy.
She was older, I think she went to a local junior college. She was a serious local sports groupie with a great heart, awesome bod and the ability to score beer for us being over 21. In one night she managed to deflower 3/4 of the starting varsity infield of our sacred alma mater, Jesuit High School. Our third baseman managed a juvenile drunken stupor and quietly passed out in the back of her van. I had the number two spot and the night had all the romantic charm of a Tijuana bordello when the fleet rolls in.
I think the background music of choice was an old Blue Oyster Cult tape wailing out the song “ME-262”. A tender, heart-warming song about a Nazi jet fighter shooting down British bombers, in heavy metal splendor. It was the final touch on such a momentous occasion.
What more could a wayward Catholic school kid ask for growing up in northern California in the mid-70s?
I was 17, and it was in a car (just to prove you can have fun in a Volvo) down by the beach. Her name was, or I suppose is, Maria, and she was of hot Italian blood. She was obviously way more experienced than I was, altho’ I don’t think I embarassed myself too much. I’ve no idea where she is now.
Hey, anyone else here think that Mr. Bear is one INCREDIBLY lucky guy?
The Scots - never trust a race whose national dress includes a concealed knife.
O.K., here’s the serious answer. I was an old fart of 23. My girlfriend lived in another town and she ws coming home to visit her parents. I had to drive her home (about one hour) and let’s just say we were glad to see each other. She started doing things to me when we were going home that inspired both of us. Her inspiration wasn’t bad , but mine, unfortunately, just about sent us into the wrong lane of traffic and an date with a northbound semi. We wisely decided that we should stick to talking for the rest of the journey. (I wonder what our parents would have thought if we had been found dead in that position.)
The actual event took place the next day at her parents house. We had to hurry because she was only alone for an hour or so (I didn’t need any encouragement to hurry, unfortunately). It was good and I totally blew the apres sex talk by saying “Wow, now I know I’m not gay.”
And that is my sordid tale
Keith
23 days from my 16th birthday I was in a panic because I knew that everyone lost it before their 16th, and I didn’t want to be a loser. Well, any more that I was.
That’s when I found out the stunning redhead that was dating my friend was only doing so because I wouldn’t talk to her in class and she was trying to get my attention. It was at that point that the existance of god was confirmed to me.
Anyways, a week later (She told me the first night that she was going to sleep with me in a week because she didn’t want to seem easy) we wound up in my waterbed. From what I remember it took about an hour and a half (oh to be in that good of shape again) and she was pretty impressed at the end of it. Too bad that just turned out to be nerves, I think all it took was her presence in the room after that.
Anyways, we broke up 6 months later after bad things happened. She is still a close friend of mine, and has adorable twins from some guy whose heart I will rip out through his ass if I ever find. Sigh.
I was 17 years old and he was 22. We had been seeing each other for 3 months before I decided to have sex with him. It happened in his apartment at about 6:00 at night. It was the worst sexual experience of my life!! The expression “pop her cherry” was extremely true in my case… I began to bleed immediately after penetration and continued to bleed for 2 days. My legs were incredibly sore and it hurt to walk for awhile too. The first couple of times were awful… and it never really got better I guess… I didn’t have anything to compare it to at the time. Now I know he was the worst lover I’ve ever had. What a memory! :rolleyes:
You guys are too damn funny, aha and odie, I had visuals of you two in your clumsical attempts to your male freedom and I’m still sitting here giggling.
Give your children these two things: One is roots, the other, wings - Wally Wally He’s our Man
Mine certainly was not the best experience ever.
I was 17, he was 16 (I’ve had a thing for younger men all my life-sorry honey kiss), at his house while his parents where out.
I did not bleed at all, ever, and it only felt weird walking for about 30min and then it went away.
When he was ready, it was already far too late, to go back.
There will never be another.
He is lost to me, as surely as if he had died.
Standing alone, I stare into the flames trying
to remember what went wrong.
