How old were you when you lost your virginity? What were the circumstances around it?

I will show you mine If you show me yours.

I was 50 and had just come out of the convent.

and we all miss you ....will you be back for a visit anytime soon.
Remember... anything that happens in the confessional stays in the confessional.

Thank You
2007=27

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I was 17 and the circumstance was meeting a girl willing to fuck me.

I went five rounds that night.

Well, I had to make up for lost time.  

I had a guy friend/crush when I was 16, he was two years older than me and very sexy... We met in math class at school. One night, we were talking online and I basically told him I was a virgin and that I wanted to f*ck him.. he was up for it, so I went to his house with another friend of mine and her boyfriend, who was a friend of his. We had some cocktails and he and I wound up getting it on in his parents' bed (meanwhile, the other couple was doin' it in a closet, which we found out later) I remember it being really painful but also quite nice, but it's somewhat of a blur. We went on to become friends with benefits for about a year to follow, until we got into other relationships.

And my girl-cherry was popped about a year and a half ago, after a night of craziness and fun with a close friend, and we wound up in bed together. It was kind of awkward in the morning, but we're still friends and it's all good..

XoXo,
Marea

18!!!  I so didn't want  it to hurt which is why I waited.  My boyfriend at the time was also a virgin and it was a funny situation.  He didn't know how to put a condom one, couldn't keep hard, couldn't get it in, LOL.  But when he did, wow!!!  Look at me now!!!  LOL

Tasha

Got a bbbj from a provider at 15
Had intercourse with a girl I had a platonic relationship with at 17; we dared each other that we couldn't do it without laughing...

Who laughed first?

Thank You
2007=27

He laughed last! Got a BBJ, spilled a cup and got away with it while prancing down the happy trails. We all should be so lucky...lol

On my wedding night, no less, 9/29/79.  I know it sounds sort of strange for a guy in the hobby to be a virgin until then, but I'd bet I'm not alone!

26 years of age.  Happened March of this year.  Tired of walking around with a boner and tired of being frustrated.  Found this site, researched for a month.  Took the plung with a well reviewed provider who was 40 years old and now I am fucking addicted.  Am finding ways to increase my income, learning more time saving techniques for my job and earning my certifications and credentials to aquire more income to pay my house off and hobby, hobby, hobby......

on my wedding night. Wanderineyes, you were right, you are not alone.

"Get much action in the convent?"

You replied "nun."

I was in some Special Ops situations back when they weren't as stressful as these days.  But then I went to into a battlefield situation and came back and decided I needed to get laid before I had another good chance to get killed again. This was in my mid-twenties. All the time I had been adhering to Fundamentalist religion.  And my girlfriend at the time seemed most appreciative of my change of heart. I eventually married someone else, but that fell apart a few years later.

My last real girlfriend, my only 10/10 ever, moved away for a number of very logical reasons but when she was run over by a truck last year I started looking for some alternatives later without anymore emotional commitments.

Now I hang out here from time to time.  Geez.

Just the way it is, I guess.

HD

13 years old.  My friend's mom.  A depressed, divorced, borderline nymphomaniac.

She was shameless.  She'd parade around in the sheerest nighgowns and stand in front of bright lights so she'd be backlit and appear to be naked,  wear the tighest housedresses without undergarments, constantly tease me by rubbing against or brushing against or touching in some apparently innocent way, always ask me to dance with her and then grind into me like no there was no tomorrow.  I was going crazy, I was having erections that lasted 20 minutes, she thought it was just a laugh.  On a few occassions, one of her equally deranged friends woukd be present and they would double team me with really inappropriate [considering the totality of the situation] temptation and conversation and hints and double-entendres.

Her and her ex had a joint custody arrangement.  My friend stayed with her Monday through Thursday, and stayed with his dad Friday trough Sunday.  I'd always leave something at his mom's house on Wednesdasy or Thursday,  so i'd have a pretext to go over when he wasn't there. She knew, obviously, what i was doing, and obviously that i had neither the imagination nor the courage to proceed beyond that devious baby step.

One day, I arrive on my bogus retrival mission.  While i'm there she asks me to change some lightbulbs for her.  This necessitated climbing a ladder. While I'm up there changing the lights, one of her hands suddenly is lightly stroking my butt, the other is casually moving my zipper up and down.  How i do not topple off the ladder with excitement and fright is a miracle.  She smiles and says something like "It's time.  The suspense is killing you."  She peels out of her housedress, gets me off the ladder, firmly into her menopausal arms, and onto the floor in a few deft moves.  No foreplay, i think i climaxed in four strokes.  It was great.  God only knows how long she planed this. But I wasn't complaining back in 1969.

This goes on for about 3 months, i'm wracked with tremendous guilt, but enjoying every second of it.  I'm going crazy keeping this secret, as obviously i'm not going to publicize this.  Within less than a year, she moves to another part of town, and I no longer see her, but i continue to attend school with my friend, her son, until we graduate 8th grade.  But soon after that we lose contact.

6 years later, when i'm in college, i try to find her.  No luck.

This one I'll never forget.  She was 12 (a 6th grader) I was 13. (a 7th grader)  Remember I was only trying to help my neighbor out.  We grew up next to each other and she had been my playmate since age 3 or 4.  So long ago that I don't remember her ever not living next door.  She wanted to know how to do it and what it meant.  Being the good person that I was  -- I said I'll show you.  No condom, just got on top in her bedroom with her mom in the other room and did it.  Probably 10 more times in the next couple of months.  Oh, what memories.

LOL!

that such sexual contact between a youngster and an older woman is very harmful to the youngster.

I'm curious how you feel about having gone through this.

I was seduced by an older woman (She was 23) who was trying to win back her husband by making him jealous. It worked.

That was the only time I ever left a rendez-vous through a bedroom window with clothes in hand. Yeah, cliches are sometimes true.....

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

Tremendous guilt - what is the term, if there is one, for "cuckolding" a friends's mom?  I sure wasn't being a good friend to him.  And i can't evade my share of theresponsibility for this happening.

Wierd pride - I did what I'm betting every adolescent boy fantasizes about.  And I kind of, in my own little way, helped it along with some horny adolescent cunning.  But, I cuoldn't tell anyone about it obviously, until it was long in the past.  So i couldn't get the kudos I thought due to me.

All in all, probably a mistake.  13 is just way too young for this experience.  As i grew older, I found that i had little hesitation in pursuing women much older than me, women with no interest in a man the same age as their sons, and i'm sure that this  encounter was the reason.  And this was somewhat before the older woman-younger man thing became more popular. I think of the age-appropriate relationships I have foregone in this quixotic quest, and i know that that aspect was definitely a mistake.

Even as a hobbyist, I usually sought out mature providers.

I think the biggest problem was that this was my first experience with sexual intercourse.  Had I had some  experience prior to this, I might have had a better understanding of what had passed between us, and what it meant, and din't mean.

Well, 1969 was a long time ago.  She's probably dead, God only knows what happened to my friend.

Life goes on.