Where it happened: Apartment bedroom
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 7
Category: Straight
I felt it only fair to contribute my first time story to this site since this site helped contributed to my first time tonight.
I’m still bathing in afterglow this evening, so please forgive me if I’m not as complete or erotic or whatever as some might prefer. Frankly, I’m a little dizzy still from all the heavy breathing. But I do swear, honestly and absolutely, that I just (finally) had my first within the past hour. (My second too!) Honest to God truth!
So I imagine a lot of people must have skipped this entry entirely thinking, “God, what a loser HE must be to still be a virgin until the ancient age of 29!” but hopefully there might be a few people out there who can believe I’m actually a pretty handsome guy (honest!) and who can respect that my celibacy (until tonight) was a valid and honorable choice. I’m not particularly religious at all — just have always thought it was right (for me) to wait for the right situation.
My girlfriend and I have been together formally since St. Patrick’s Day when we first kissed (it’s late July as I write this), but we had loved each other for about 3 years before that. The complication was her jerk fiance who co-owned her home, but that’s another story.
Suffice it to say, he was really bad news and stuck around way too long but is out of the picture these days and at long last, my Beloved and I are quite securely and happily together and in Love.
And tonight, we consumated our relationship. Delightfully.
We had been petting, etc., for a couple of months now, but after using the proverbial ‘self-serve’ pump for so long, I was finding it difficult and frustrating (as was my girlfriend, though she was incredibly patient with me) to “rise to the occasion” when actual intercourse seemed imminent.
The little soldier usually seemed confident enough and ready for action right up until that one crucial moment that he was called to the front lines and then suddenly — full retreat. : (
Last night, my girlfriend slept over and we didn’t even bother trying anything sexual after a couple of recent disappointments. Still managed to cuddle ourselves a nice evening.
Then this afternoon, after she had gone home, I was cruising the web and remembered this site, which I had discovered about a month ago and had forgotten to look back up again.
I started reading the tales of all these folks who had already achieved (for better or for worse) what I was still striving for (now that I was convinced I’d found The One), and I got really hot.
As a desperate measure, I had refrained from going self-serve for about 9 days in order to help “encourage” the little soldier, but that still hadn’t managed to help make magic happen last night.
But once I got revved up from reading these testimonials for cherry-sacrificing, I knew tonight would be the night. I called my girlfriend and asked her to come over this evening and made sure she knew why.
I sounded confident enough (and she was both loving and desperate enough) to take me up on it.
Within a few minutes of our arrival, she had removed my shirt in the main room of my apartment (I live alone) and we were kissing passionately with me seated on the couch and her straddling my legs.
She had thoughtfully elected to leave her bra at home and as we kissed, I caressed her lovely breasts through her shirt, right near where her beautiful cascade of long blonde hair tumbled down her chest.
We soon retired to my bedroom where she continued to kiss my neck and shoulders and remove my cumbersome shorts and underwear in the process.
I lay her down on the bed and she prepared to take her shirt off. I asked her to wait and pulled it up just enough that I could continue my careful focus on her breasts, this time with direct hand and mouth contact. I soon had her nipples saluting to attention by first caressing them with my hands and then softly with my tongue (one at a time, of course).
I continued my gentle kissing down her abdomen and across her stomach from side to side, enjoying the smoothness of her skin and the freshness of her just-showered scent.
Between the two of us, we removed her shorts and underwear in seconds and while I continued to kiss her perfect, adorable belly, I used my right hand to caress her thighs from knee to “sweet spot”, eliciting an involuntary intake of breath from her.
Guess I was on the right track.
Unfortunately, while I seemed to be stirring up all kinds of interest in my girlfriend’s loins, my own were still being numbed by anxiety.
I turned off the light to eliminate that distraction and focus on our physical pleasure and, with me facing down at her from a doggy style position, my darling one eased her way down beneath me and provided ample oral encouragement to my reluctant organ.
Soon, my girlfriend’s practiced mouth had me ready to release a week’s+ worth of pent-up pleasure and it was all I could do not to surrender too early.
My girlfriend, recognizing I was going for gold this evening, eased her way back up the bed to complete our connection down below. She asked whether I was still OK and I told her “All systems go.”
But within secords, “Houston, we have a problem.” Major system failure.
We quickly aborted this particular launch and went back to warming up on the pad. It was good — almost too good, as I again nearly lost it a couple of times without achieving full hardness.
We backed off again to consider our options and get some hydration (it was HOT in that bedroom). Then I remembered this site! And how hot it had gotten me earlier today.
I asked my girlfriend to try preparing herself at the bed while I dashed in the other room and called up this site for emergency assistance.
That’s all it took. A few First Time stories and I was good to go — focused on myself rather than all the anxiety.
I hopped back into the bedroom and my girlfriend took matters (among other things) in hand and guided me in. A slight resistance at first, then a slow squeezing sensation as I (finally!) entered her, and suddenly, I was all IN.
I was amazed to discover the muscular control and versatility of my darling’s innards. It really IS like a whole ‘nother mouth down there, isn’t it? She definitely knew what she was doing and she was doing it to me very well!
I had long ago mastered the pelvic thrust in the hopes of one day using it with Ms. Right, and now that I had found her, that experience and instinct kicked in and I was back and forth like a promising amateur, if not a pro.
She met and matched my thrusts and we mostly managed to stay in sync … even when I passed the 30 second or so mark and realized I would be unable to hold back a week’s repressed build-up any longer. So I warned her I was about to go and did just that, spasming squirt after squirt of myself as far into her as I could go. It was incredible and seemed to go on and on and on. Easily challenging my best hand-delivered orgasms.
We held each other for several minutes afterwards, with me slumped comfortably on top of her and immensely enjoying our full and complete body contact. I was still inside her, keeping that liquid part of me in place. It was wonderful.
And yet, a little over half an hour later (after cleanup and a lotion-the-lady break), we repeated my favorite new hobby again — this time with her on top and me a little less sensitive. With her in control and me still relishing my newly achieved carnal knowledge, I was able to hang in for quite a few minutes and allow my beloved teacher to work out some of her months of frustration.
It was pheNOMenal! Similar to what I had imagined so many times over the years and yet so much more. Because I was head over heels in Love with this woman and she with me and we were sharing each other completely and with unprecedented intimacy.
Afterwards, we again held each other tightly and recovered our breath with me holding everything in place until she was ready to make the mad dash for the bathroom and … take things from there.
I cleaned myself up and blissfully awaited her return. Then we kissed more, much less hurried and fierce this time, and professed our love to one another and she laid her head on my chest and we rested.
Took me half an hour and her departure for home before I finally stopped smiling.
And now I’ve been recording this event long enough to know that we could have gone at least another time or two tonight if she’d been able to sleep over again and we didn’t have to worry about Monday morning work tomorrow … I mean, TODAY, now. Geez, it’s late!
Thanks again, First Time, and all its contributors! I’m happy to be the latest, if not perhaps the first, reader to use this site to help complete my Life as a Virgin and move on to join the ranks of the Initiated.
— D.J.
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