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Jim

Age when it happend: 16
Where it happened: A hotel room
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 7
Category: Straight

In the summer of 1980 I decided that I was going to lose my virginity. I had a car and I had a drivers liscense. What more did I need? It took me a few tries to pull it off, but I finally did it. My first try was in a park with a fifteen year old girl that I met through a friend. We had gone to see Van Halen together. I had sixth row seats. I came to pick her up one summer evening. Her father was no dumb ass. He knew that I that I wanted to fuck her. He was right too. He told her that she couldn’t go out with me unless she took her two younger sisters with her. That didn’t slow me down. I left them on the playground and told them that if they made any trouble that I wasn’t coming back for them. I was a 70’s bad boy with bell bottoms, long hair, and a leather jacket. They were afraid of me. They kept their mouths shut. Me and this girl (her name was Margaret) went back in the woods. When we got far away I started kissing her. We were french kissing and this was the farthest that I had ever gone. I didn’t really know what I was going to do. I decided that this was it and that I was going to go for it. I still remember that she had on white bell bottom corduroys and a black t-shirt that said “future fox” (which is exactly what she was). I unbuttoned those white cords and got my fingers in her pussy. I had no idea what I was doing and I’d never even heard of a clit. I just remember the feel of her pubes and the musty smell of her cunt. I pushed her pants down to her knees, but she wouldn’t let me fuck her. I was a nice guy (I still am actually). I let it go. The next day I talked to her on the phone. She told me that the crack in her ass was full of grass and that she was pulling it out at the swimming pool. That was the last time that I ever talked to her. I got drunk and called her house one night ten years later, but she had long since moved away. I talked to her dad, who didn’t appreciate getting woken up at 2:30 am. I recounted the whole incident to him and told him that he was an uptight fuck. Then I hung up on him.


I had an advantage over other kids who were trying to get laid. My old man was an attorney. He also was a dealer who sold weed and cocaine. He gave me as much money as I wanted. I soon discovered that there were massage parlours in the yellow pages. I called them up and calculated that I could easily afford a full body massage followed by a naked session in whirlpool with two naked women. I took $300.00 in cash and headed for the massage parlour, which was called “Toys in the Attic” (my favorite Areosmith Album). It was way out in the middle of nowhere. I climbed the stairs to the massage parlour which was a converted motel. The reception room was filled with beautiful brunettes all lined up on a couch. They were introduced to me by a greasy guy with long sandy blonde hair and a moustache. If you’ve ever seen a porno movie from the 70’s then you probably know what he looked like. He’s probably balding now and has a huge beer belly, that is if he’s still alive. I told him that I was there for the $270.00 special, two women in a hot tub. I the two hottest brunettes on the couch and headed back to the private room with them. I remember that I was so excited that I started taking off my clothes the minute that we got back there. One of them told me to keep my clothes on and to show them my drivers liscense. When they saw that I was only 16 they laughed and sent me on my way. I was humiliated.

Over the next couple of days I figured out that the black massage parlours weren’t asking for ID. I called up one and asked them if they could send a woman over to the house. They said that it would be no problem. I gave them the address and told them to send someone over. They were sort of startled that the address was in a white neighborhood but they said that they would send someone. They asked me if I knew that the girl that was coming was black. I said that was fine. They got lost on the way over and had to call for instructions. I was so excited that I was waiting on the porch. They went to the house across the street. To this day I remember watching a young black woman in a short skirt, fishnets, and stilleto heels going up on our uptight middle class neighbor’s porch. Right then and there I knew that the whole thing was off. Three little kids opened the door, and finally the lady of the house came. I’ve always wondered how her husband explained himself when he came home from work that day. As for me; I snuck back in the house of course. When I called them back they said that they weren’t coming over to the house again. They said that if I wanted some action that I would have to come over there. Two days later, that’s just what I did.

The massage parlour was in a black neighborhood, but back in those days that was no big deal. I had the address, which was good because it was an unmarked store front. I rang the bell and someone peeked at me through a hole in the door. Then they buzzed me in. Inside all the women were behind a bullet proof glass partition. On of them came to the window and asked me what I wanted. I said that I wanted the most expensive massage that they had. She told me to put $60.00 through the glass. I did. Then she told me to go in the back room and get undressed and wait for her in room 2-A. I got undressed in the back room and put on a towel. I went in room 2-A which was dimly lit by a red bulb. There was a massage table and a coffee table covered with pornography. I figured that I had come to the right place. I lay on the bed waiting for her with the towel around my waist. When she came in she got completely undressed. I remember that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. When she unzipped her jeans, I could see her pubic hairs. She reached over and pulled the towel off me. I remember thinking, “this is it.” to myself. She climbed on my back and straddled me. She pressed her wet pussy against my ass and started to massage my back. After awhile she told me to turn over and started to massage my chest. I was getting hard, but I wasn’t sure what to do next. Then she told me to massage her. I rembember that I was straddling her and massaging her tits. I wanted to touch her pussy, but I was affraid. She had her legs spread and my cock was dripping precum but it never dawned on me to just stick it in. Instead, I lay on my back and asked her to massage me again. I was desperate. I remember that she grabbed my cock right away and started tickling my scrotum with her long manicured finger nails. The sensation ran all the way up my spine. She took my cock between her tits and wiggled back and forth. She had perfect rythym and I came in seconds, shooting my load all over her belly. When she grabbed my cock to shove it into her waiting cunt she found that I was already limp. She laughed, gave me a towel, and told me to go take a shower. I was too shy to ask for another chance.

It was already August and I had promised myself that I was going to lose my virginity before I had to go back to my mom’s house in September. I had a friend who was a couple of years older than me. He was a drug dealer and into a number of shady deals. He told me that he had a friend who was a pimp. He told me that for $30.00 that he would make sure that I got laid. I agreed to this and he set it up. On the appointed day my friend told me that this pimp had two whores. He said that one was blonde and beautiful and that the other was brunette and ugly. He said that I should take the ugly one because she would be so thrilled to be chosen that she would give me the time of my life. I still remember that her name was Pam. When I got over to this guys house he asked me which girl I wanted. I said that I wanted Pam. He yelled up the stairs, “Pam, he wants you.” There was a squeal from the bathroom. I knew that this time nothing would go wrong. My friend was right; pam was ugly. She had moussy brown hair. She was emaciated and wore glasses. Later I learned that she was a junky. Luckily, heterosexual HIV was almost unknown in those days.

Now that she knew that I was going to fuck her, Pam was making an extra effort to make herslef look nice. She informed us through the bathroom door that she was douching her pussy. I sat in the living room with her pimp, a hillbilly named Bo Higgins. It was a hot August evening and we did one hits through a six foot bong and drank cold cans of Busch. Finally Pam emerged and we were on our way. The plan was that we would get a hotel room where me and Pam would fuck and then that we would go to a Disco. The other girl, who’s name I can’t remember, was going to be Bo Higgin’s date. She was blonde, but hardly attractive. She was a hard core aly and Bo called her Ms. Piggy. Pam started grabbing my cock through my pants the minute we were in my car. She said that as soon as we were on the freeway that she was going to suck me off. This never happened. One of the headlights in the other car didn’t work and Bo Higgins didn’t have a drivers license. He asked Pam to drive his car and told Ms. Piggy to ride with me. She was so offended at having not being chosen as the one to be fucked that she never even said a word. My freeway blowjob was off. Later, my friend who set the whole thing up told me that Bo Higgins would have let me fuck both of them.

When we arrived at the hotel which was out by the airpot, Bo Higgins went inside to book a room. While we waited in the parkinglot, Pam came over and started grinding her ass into my crotch. She asked Ms. Piggy if she had taken good care of me in the car. Ms. Piggy sullenly responded that it wasn’t her job. On the way to the room, Pam asked me what I liked to do. I didn’t know but I told her, “Everything.”

Once we were in the room Pam was all over me. I remember that her mouth tasted funny when I kissed her. I was wearing blue jeans and a Bob Seger “Against the Wing t-shirt.” She was wearing a red dress of fake silk. I reached under her dress and discovered that she wasn’t wearing any panties. She took her dress off in one sweeping motion. Her breasts were tiny, her pussy shaved, and I could see her ribs. It was like being in bed with a malnourihed child. Luckily, I was a malnourished child myself. At 6’2″ I weighed 130 lbs. Pam was panting now, and demanded that I take off my clothes. I wanted her to undress me, but I was too shy to say so. She took my reluctance to undress as fear. She said that she was going in the bathroom, and that when she came out that she wanted me naked. While she was gone I got undressed and got under the covers. When she came back she pulled down the yellow beadspread to examine my scrawny body and dripping cock. She went down on me right away. I still remember to this day that her technique was unique. She really sucked and sucked hard. Most women lick. I came in her mouth and she swallowed my cum. She kissed me and I could taste the cum in her mouth. She took my still hard cock and shoved it in her shaved pussy. For the next hour I lay under her as she bumped up and down and had several orgasms. All I could think was, “I finally did it.” When I finally came, she came too. She went to take a shower. We were watching porno movies when Bo Higgins knocked on the door. We dressed and let him and Ms. Piggy in. Bo looked at the porno movies and proclaimed that he could make better ones. We did some lines of coke and I left. I never saw any of them again.

This story is absolutely true. It is 17 years later and I still remember every detail. As sordid as the whole thing sounds I still consider it an innocent time in my life. I don’t regret any of it.

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