Where it happened: Garage
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 7
Category: Straight
I’d lost my hymen in a bicycle accident. I couln’t stop. Hit a curb, and my bottom hit the edge of a manhole cover. I was cut across my buttocks and vigina. The doctor told my parents he didn’t thing I’d ever be able to have children because of his injury. I was ten years old then, and the reason I had that accident was because I was trying to impress Trey. He was twelve then and the idle of my life. I didn’t even think about sex in those days until about a year later when I saw Trey on a rope swing. It was a single rope with a stick in the bottom he’d rigged up to sit on. He lived two houses over from me, and I had come over to watch him on his new swing. Any thing Trey did in those days I thought was cool. He’d stopped swinging and was propped on a bench holding the rope. As I looked up at him I saw the rope had pulled his shorts to the side. For the first time, I saw a boy’s penis and testicals. My first reaction was to tell him he was showing. But he was busy telling me some story I don’t even remember now. I was facinated and curious so I just stood there and let him ramble on. I got wet and warm and confused all at the same time. I didn’t have the slightest idea what was happening to me. I left. Now this sounds really stupid, but I went to a shed in my backyard, pulled down my pants and just starred at myself. I believe it was at that time I began to think about sex…more particularly what it would be like to have sex with Trey. I probably had masterbated before then, but I didn’t know that was what it was called. My parents never talked about sex, and I knew not to bring it up. It would still be about three years before I had sex with Trey in his garage…or as we said at the time, “we screwed.” But subcounsciously, atleast, I feel I knew it was going to happen the minute I saw him sitting on that rope. I reached puberty early for my age, and I already had fairly well developed breasts in the sixth grade. Some older boys began to flirt with me, but I only had eyes for Trey. What started then was my pursuit of Trey. My problem was Trey wasn’t interested in me…or rather he wasn’t interested in sex. His parents had an old garage in their backyard they had converted into a huge doghouse by cutting a hole in the side and putting blankets inside. In some of the games we would play, Trey and I would crawl inside, sit on the blankets and talk. During one of these times, I told him about the rope swing and what I had seen. He said turn about is fair play. I took off my shorts and panties for him. But that was as far as it went. For a long time after that, he wouldn’t go into the garage with me. After he got back from church canp at the end of the summer, everything changed. I believe he got laid at church camp but he would never admit it. Now when we crawled into the garage things began to happen…kissing, touching, feeling. Now I knew Trey wanted sex. I didn’t want sex so much as I just wanted Trey. I wanted him to be “my guy.” If sex was a way to do that, that was fine with me. The time had come where we were both taking off most if not all of our clothes. Here’s another strange part. I would not let him put his finger into my vagina. It was a fear I’d carried with me from that bicycle accident. I was wearing tampons during my periods, and the doctor had given me a clean bill of health. I just had some crazy fear about someone putting his finger there. Trey had taken another girl with two friends to a movie. I was devastated. A while after this, we sneaked some wine into the garage and drank it. This was my excuse. I let him put his finger in me for the first time. I wasn’t prepared for how it felt. I was beginning to get very hot when he stopped to go outside to take a pee. I remember sticking my head out in the moonlight to watch him. I could tell the night could be over as far as he was concerned. It wasn’t for me. When he came back in, I was on him. He started with his finger again, and I felt something very strange starting to happen between my legs. The feeling began to intensify, and I started moaning…I couldn’t help it. It was at that point my vagina sneezed. That had never happened to me before, and it scared the Hell out of me. I realize now that was my first real orgazism. By now, Trey was hot as a pistol, and this, as I’ve said, is “when we screwed.” And this is the sad part…atleast for me. It hurt like Hell! I just wanted it to be over with. In my pain I realized he wasn’t wearing a rubber. I hollored for him to be careful, but it was too late. And, yes, I missed my period that month. When I told Trey, he almost became unglued. He hasd gotten a special permit to drive because of his parent’s situation. I remember him taking me to a drive-in to get drinks. And while we’re sitting there, he puts his finger in my vagina to feel my cervex…as if in some way this would tell him if I was pregnant! All it did was make us both hot. We wound up in the school parking lot in drizzling rain, with me sitting in his lap, …yes, “screwing”, and him without a rubber once again. It was better that time, but I didn’t climax. And if this story is to have a happy ending, I got my period. But by then, we were screwing like rabits, never with a rubber, and I never got pregnant. It turns out, we were not a match…in more ways than one. I see him at highschool reunions now. We talk about my bicycle accident and school days but never about that rope swing or our “dog house.” Life is strange, isn’t it?
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