Where it happened: in my bedroom
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
At the ripe old age of 22, I was probably the oldest virgin in my hometown. Even four years away at college was not enough to cure this problem. I wish I could say that I was a virgin by choice, and that my high values and morals were what kept me from engaging in sex. Ha! I was so horny that I’d have made love to the first gal that came on to me. The reason for my condition was a terminal case of shyness. I’d had a girlfriend in high school and had given (but not received!) oral sex several times at the age of 17. But my next romance was not until my senior year of college, this with L, a gal I had dated for about six months two years before. The sister of a co-worker, L was a cutie; short with some baby fat still on her, she had short brown hair and creamy soft skin. A smattering of freckles was still on her face, and her small to average sized breasts had nipples like bullets. She had a bubbly personality and had only been all the way with one guy before, so she was hardly a seasoned sexpot! This girl could kiss the best of anyone I had or have ever been with. That toungue of her’s could explore my mouth and get me rock hard in seconds. She was only a year younger than me, and we had started some pretty heavy petting over the summer of ’82. While we thought we could save sex until we tied the knot, I began having grave doubts about this as we went further and further. We actually climaxed together for the first time at her home while grinding away at each other; her in her nightgown and me in khakis and a shirt! What an explosion! One night we ventured to my family cabin about an hour outside of town to check on things there. Actually, there was nothing to check on, I think we both knew what was going to happen. As we fell onto the bed and stripped down, passion and lust filled the room. I took my cock and rubbed it against her beautiful snatch. I actually placed the head a bit into her, but backed out and decided not to. But only for seven days! We had attended a wedding of a girl that L worked with, and went back to my family’s home for some TV. My mom had died the year before and my dad had just gotten remarried; he was too busy to be real strict about L coming over to my room. Watching television, we started petting and pretty soon it was obvious that we were way too horny to do anything but feel each other’s skin against us. L was on the pill to correct some female problems, so we never had to worry about condoms or the like. As I put my penis against her bush, I gave in to a sudden lustful urge and without warning, plunged into her warm, moist fold. God, did it feel good! My only regret was not starting a few years earlier. I came within a nanosecond and apologized to L for this. She pulled me closer and said she loved me. Oh man, heaven on earth. We only dated for another three months and we probably made love only five or six more times.
I have been married now to M for over twelve years, but still think back to that steamy night (on my “Brady Bunch” bunk bed!) with a warm heart and a rigid cock.
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