Where it happened: My Buddy Eric's House
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 4
Category: Straight
I was dating a gal in High School in San Diego. She was
a senior and I was a sophmore. At the time, that was the
largest age gap in the school (Freshman were still in Jr.
High School). Pam Smith was a complete athlete. She was
MVP in three sports (Volleyball, Basketball and Softball).
While her body was impressive, her face left a little to be
desired. It wasn’t like she fell out of the ugly tree and
hit every branch on the way down and landed on a root. But
she wasn’t exactly made for a roll in Charlie’s Angels.
Anyway, we were at Eric’s house having a few beers in his
room. This, by the way, was my first time consuming
alcohol. After a while, Eric and his girlfriend went
outside to his truck for a little privacy.
He assured me that even though his parents were home, his
room belonged to him and they would never come in.
After a heavy make-out session, she asked if I was I was
interested in having sex. After a few beers, I was VERY
interested. While intoxicated, I still knew I needed a
condom. I ran outside after jumping out his back window.
I asked Eric for a condom and he directed me to his top
dresser drawer. After falling back in the window and making
a total all of myself, I was sure Pam’s response would be
something along the lines of, “Oh, I WAS interested in
having sex, but after your graceful entrance and 8 minutes
to think it over, I changed my mind.” No chance.
By the time I found the condom,figured out how to put it on
and got back into position, I was nearly exhausted.
Now…nobody ever sits down and explains how to insert a
penis. No physics classes…No mathmatical calculation on
angle deviations. Needless to say my aim was less than
perfect. After hitting nearly every area on her lower body
except her pussy,hile intoxicated, I still knew I needed a
condom. I ran outside after jumping out his back window.
I asked Eric for a condom and he directed me to his top
dresser drawer. After falling back in the window and making
a total all of myself, I was sure Pam’s response would be
something along the lines of, “Oh, I WAS interested in
having sex, but after your graceful entrance and 8 minutes
to think it over, I changed my mind.” No chance.
By the time I found the condom,figured out how to put it on
and got back into position, I was nearly exhausted.
Now…nobody ever sits down and explains how to insert a
penis. No physics classes…No mathmatical calculation on
angle deviations. Needless to say my aim was less than
perfect. After hitting nearly every area on her lower body
except her pussy, she suggested that I may need a little
help. Me? Need help? Fat chance. Although the memory
of the exact words have faded, I seem to remember feeling
particularly macho and saying, “No-no, I can handle that.”
Of course, that was said in the most macho voice a 15 year
teenager who was aghast with performance anxiety could
muster. Finally, by the time I made it in, it felt like
27 minutes had passed. I was so excited I was in…I came
instantly. Embarrassed…I continued on like nothing had
happened.
I was so embarrassed, I can’t even remember whether she
enjoyed any of it. I am sure she didn’t. I was so
nervous, my penis shrivelled to nothing. I am thinking,
“great, this goes down in the history books as my first
time.”
It gets better. When I go to pull out…there’s no condom!
How do I tell the first girl I had sex with that my sheath
has been lost. So I lay next to her and kiss while I try
to make it seem like I am attempting loving sexual after
touches while I am really digging deep inside of her to
find a lost condom. At the same time, all I can think of
is the condom losing its contents and me with a baby at
16!
After 10 minutes of destroying her insides under guise of
continued sexual interest, she asks me what the hell I am
doing. Stammering and stuttering my way through the
explanation didn’t add to the illusion of Mr. Cool!
While she retired to a corner to search, I dove out the
window to find Eric. I tell him about the incident. In
between bursts of hysterical laughter, he asks if I used
the Razorback Red condom. I dig into the pocket and find
the condom wrapper confirming the Razorback’s usage. He
is finally able to tell me that Razorback is a joke condom
that disappears during sex! Not seeing any humor in this,
I dive back through the window to tell Pam.
At the same time, Eric enters through the bedroom door to
inform us that we were going to have to leave. When
questioned, he explains his mother walked in to us,
unbeknownst, and saw my 15 year old ass pumping away.
Delussional, she demanded we leave immediately.
All in all, the situation turned out ok. Pam never got
pregnant. In fact, I still have the note she wrote me
duringprving it. Saw her years later during college.
I was at a Lutheran University and she was at
Cal State Northridge. She said “Hi.” Thanks for the
tolerance Smitty! You’ll always be my first!
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