KP

As I scanned the submissions other people have turned in, I
can’t help but notice that many from the guys seem like
a fantasy, not reality. This, however, is 100% true. There
will be no rosy picture to it, just the straight truth and
my emotions at the time, and the ramifications of my actions.

I come from the northeast U.S., and through high school I
retained my virginity. This was not really by choice, though.
I always seemed to be attracted to the “good girls”, the kind
that wouldn’t put out in high school. While I wasn’t the
kind to screw any girl that spread her legs, I didn’t see
anything wrong with sex with someone you had an honest, caring
relationship with.

After high school I went to a maritime academy, and as part
of our training, we are assigned to merchant ships that go
all around the world. This one ship I was assigned to made
two visits a month to Rio Haina in the Dominican Republic.
It’s located about 10-15 miles from the capitol city, Santo
Domingo.

In case you’re not up on your geography, the Dominican Republic
is the eastern half of the island of Hispanola in the Caribean
Sea. It’s a spanish-speaking country, and is the second poorest
country in the western hemisphere, with its neighbor Haiti
taking top spot as poorest of the poor. The more wealthy
people in the Dominican Republic are hispanic, but as you get
poorer and poorer, the people’s skin gets darker and darker.
A large percentage of the population is very black. Roughly
1/3 of sexually active females have AIDS, too.

Now that you’ve got the background, let me tell you what happened.
As we neared this port for the first time, many crewmembers
talked fondly of going ashore and “getting some”. I knew
exactly what they were talking about. Prostitution is rampant.
If you want it, you can get it, no problem.

When I got ashore, the degree of the poverty had me in dismay.
No running water. No refrigerators. But they had a few TV’s
and radios, and plenty of condoms. The minute I sat down
in the seamans’ bar, girls started swirling around.

This one very attractive girl made eye contact with me, walked
up to me, and kissed me on the cheek. She was not overweight
like many of the girls, and her features were honestly cute.
She had nice sized breasts and killer legs. Her skin was
definately black. Not jet black, but a very dark brown.

I talked to the hooker with what little I remembered from high school
Spanish (a use my teacher probably never anticipated) and
found out her name was Monica, and that she was 17 or 18.
After a few drinks, I said, “let’s go”, and she led me to a
small, very spartan room. I paid $20 for the room, and $20 for
her for the night. As I was to find out, she enjoys her work.
Also, the girls there don’t have much of a chance to be with
young, fit, white guys. Usually the clients are older and
have a beerbelly.

She undressed me, and I was finally thinking, “it’s finally
going to happen!” She took my hard dick into her mouth and
worked on it for a few minutes as I played with her large,
soft breasts. After a while, it was time to do the deed.

She laid down and I climbed on top of her. With a condom on,
I slid myself into her. With the tropical heat, we were both
quickly sweating. I don’t know whether is was the alcohol or
the nervousness of finally having sex, but I couldn’t cum
for the life of me. I pumped and pumped and pumped.

We changed positions several times. As I was doing her doggy
style, I happened to look at a mirror and us fucking, my
white skin clashing with her dark skin very sexily. It felt
so taboo, but I was loving it.

And then my mind let go. It let go of all this politically
correct bullshit. There was no right. There was no wrong.
I wanted sex, and she was there to provide it, even though
for a fee. $40? I’ve gone on dates that cost more than that,
and hadn’t been physically satisfied once. She would be a whore
whether I was screwing her or not. I wasn’t in the U.S. with
its social dogma. I was in a third world country where even
what little money I had was a months’ earnings. Here, I was
king. The sense of power was incredible. Almost better than
the sex itself. What I couldn’t get at home, I just asked
for here and got it eagerly.

I spend the night with her. We screwed four times during the
night, and in the morning, with the roosters crowing, I
got dressed and walked back to my ship. On my way back,
I realized that what I was doing is no different than what
the U.S. does to smaller, less fortunate countries on a larger
scale: It fucks them until they’re of no use, moves on, and
feels no regret. I felt dirty, and I scrubbed so hard when
I got into the shower back on my ship. But I didn’t care.
I went right back there the next time in port and the time
after that. We had some really great sex, Monica and I.
You see, once you screw one whore there, you’re “hers”.
You can’t go with any of the other girls. It’s okay since
she really knew how to have sex, and I really liked it when
she got into it, instead of lying there.

Sometimes, during the middle of the night with her, I would
run out of condoms. So I fucked her anyway. No protection.
I liked the idea of shooting live rounds right into her. Maybe
there’s another half ‘n half toddler running around out there
now because of me. It doesn’t bother me either way.

I was hooked on the sex. It was “free love”.

When I got back to the academy, I ran into a few other guys
who had similar experiences. It’s a fact of life of going
out to sea. There were plenty of guys who didn’t, I should
note. But there is a large, silent group who have. About
a month after my last encounter with Monica, I noticed how
much my balls itched, and also the base of my dick. I couldn’t
understand why. One day I took a close look and saw little
brown specks at the base of every one of my pubic hairs.
Crabs. A kind of genital lice. Sexually transmitted, of
course.

Yes, I freaked out. I went to the infirmiry, got some lindane
shampoo, and the problem was solved in a couple of days.

But was that the only problem?

I had myself tested. Thank God it was negative. But that
sure was a long five days while I waited.

Now, I have a very meaningful relationship with an incredible
woman. She’s Catholic, and doesn’t beleive in premarital
sex. At first, I didn’t know what to think. But the more
and more I grew to love her, the less and less it matters.
I told her everything about Rio Haina. She was visibly
disapointed, but took it very well. She wishes I was a virgin,
though, like her. She’ll give herself to me on our wedding
night, and I’ll wish I could do the same. But I gave it
to a Dominican whore. What’s worse, I realized just how
much I demeaned women by my act. I used a woman for my own
pleasure. Sometimes it’s hard when I think that the woman
I took advantage of in Rio Haina is a woman like my pure
bride to be. What if circumstances made my love the whore
in Rio Haina? So even though others still would have screwed
Monica, I have to take responsibility for my part in ruining
a woman’s life.

What I’m saying is think about the future when you want to
put your dick somewhere. Look at the stories about women’s
first times. Most aren’t very happy in nature. If you
really care about someone, have enough courage to care
about the effect you will have on them. Through love I have
been shown that you don’t need sex to have a meaningful
relationship. Sex is a powerful gift: Give it wisely.

I will never get past what I have done. It will always stick
in the back of my mind. While I’m not beating myself over
the head because of it, I will never do what I did again.

I hope that some of you can relate to some of what I’ve said.
My wish is that people will be wiser about something that
they can only give once. I wish I was.

[!] Report Abuse

Processing your request, Please wait....

Report as:	Report Abuse Other
Write in Words: (Optional)