[ARCHIVED THREAD] - Your first time.... (Page 1 of 4)
Posted: 11/29/2012 9:54:49 PM EDT
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Was is it a great, good, ok, or bad experience?
I waited to do it with someone I really liked, so it was a great experience. |
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No too bad almost knocked my self out with the either rag. She fought a bit till I broke out the stun gun. its Ether It's messed up spell check on an iPad. And trying to type with one hand. And tripping balls on pain meds. 
Kinda how my first time went. |
was after a prom I think I was still a freshman. I was so drunk and had never worn a condom before that. fucked for like an hour then got whiskey dick. Got a handy in the morning and good lord that's the most semen I have ever seen in one load. Covered her whole belly like an inch thick... |
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Back seat of a dodge neon when I was 17-18. Ugly chick followed me around a party and waited until I was completely hammered so I'd rail her. I don't remember details, but I woke up the next morning knowing for sure that it had happened. So did the several friends of mine that were outside and saw parts of it. |
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Friend had a house party while her parents went out if town.
Friends parents Vintage Water bed(with mirrors on the ceiling) - $800 Alcohol - $100.00 Cops busting through the door with flash lights while your getting your first piece of pie - priceless It was ok I guess.. 
IIRC the first words out of the cops mouth was "lemme see some ID". 
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Friend had a house party while her parents went out if town. Friends parents Vintage Water bed(with mirrors on the ceiling) - $800 Alcohol - $100.00 Cops busting through the door with flash lights while your getting your first piece of pie - priceless It was ok I guess..
IIRC the first words out of the cops mouth was "lemme see some ID". So far, you're in the lead.
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I'll play.
I was working at a summer camp as a lifeguard/ water skiing instructor. Another counselor and I hit it off so to speak, and we decided to go down to the docks for some alone time. When we go there, we found some campers that shouldn't have been there (past their curfew). After we were satisfied they had left, we got busy on the dock. She finished. I didn't. First time nerves and being out in the open I guess. We screwed all over that camp after that, but I don't hold a torch to the master. That guy fucked a girl in every place you can imagine. On top of the climbing tower, in the pool, on top of the boat house, in the lake, in the pool showers, in the mess hall, in the staff showers (which is pretty fucking hard to do, because I've tried it), in the middle of a field in the middle of the camp. The guy is a legend. "Sugar", I salute you. |
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I'll play. I was working at a summer camp as a lifeguard/ water skiing instructor. Another counselor and I hit it off so to speak, and we decided to go down to the docks for some alone time. When we go there, we found some campers that shouldn't have been there (past their curfew). After we were satisfied they had left, we got busy on the dock. She finished. I didn't. First time nerves and being out in the open I guess. We screwed all over that camp after that, but I don't hold a torch to the master. That guy fucked a girl in every place you can imagine. On top of the climbing tower, in the pool, on top of the boat house, in the lake, in the pool showers, in the mess hall, in the staff showers (which is pretty fucking hard to do, because I've tried it), in the middle of a field in the middle of the camp. The guy is a legend. "Sugar", I salute you. Are you talking about our "Sugar Bear"? |
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I'll play. I was working at a summer camp as a lifeguard/ water skiing instructor. Another counselor and I hit it off so to speak, and we decided to go down to the docks for some alone time. When we go there, we found some campers that shouldn't have been there (past their curfew). After we were satisfied they had left, we got busy on the dock. She finished. I didn't. First time nerves and being out in the open I guess. We screwed all over that camp after that, but I don't hold a torch to the master. That guy fucked a girl in every place you can imagine. On top of the climbing tower, in the pool, on top of the boat house, in the lake, in the pool showers, in the mess hall, in the staff showers (which is pretty fucking hard to do, because I've tried it), in the middle of a field in the middle of the camp. The guy is a legend. "Sugar", I salute you. Are you talking about our "Sugar Bear"? Name the camp. |
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I'll play. I was working at a summer camp as a lifeguard/ water skiing instructor. Another counselor and I hit it off so to speak, and we decided to go down to the docks for some alone time. When we go there, we found some campers that shouldn't have been there (past their curfew). After we were satisfied they had left, we got busy on the dock. She finished. I didn't. First time nerves and being out in the open I guess. We screwed all over that camp after that, but I don't hold a torch to the master. That guy fucked a girl in every place you can imagine. On top of the climbing tower, in the pool, on top of the boat house, in the lake, in the pool showers, in the mess hall, in the staff showers (which is pretty fucking hard to do, because I've tried it), in the middle of a field in the middle of the camp. The guy is a legend. "Sugar", I salute you. Are you talking about our "Sugar Bear"? Name the camp. Camp "Sugar Bear" of course. |
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I'll play. I was working at a summer camp as a lifeguard/ water skiing instructor. Another counselor and I hit it off so to speak, and we decided to go down to the docks for some alone time. When we go there, we found some campers that shouldn't have been there (past their curfew). After we were satisfied they had left, we got busy on the dock. She finished. I didn't. First time nerves and being out in the open I guess. We screwed all over that camp after that, but I don't hold a torch to the master. That guy fucked a girl in every place you can imagine. On top of the climbing tower, in the pool, on top of the boat house, in the lake, in the pool showers, in the mess hall, in the staff showers (which is pretty fucking hard to do, because I've tried it), in the middle of a field in the middle of the camp. The guy is a legend. "Sugar", I salute you. Are you talking about our "Sugar Bear"? Name the camp. Camp "Sugar Bear" of course. Nope. His nickname was sugar bear. Sugar for short. I won't name the camp to protect the guilty. He was staff around 1999-2001 or so.
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I'll play. I was working at a summer camp as a lifeguard/ water skiing instructor. Another counselor and I hit it off so to speak, and we decided to go down to the docks for some alone time. When we go there, we found some campers that shouldn't have been there (past their curfew). After we were satisfied they had left, we got busy on the dock. She finished. I didn't. First time nerves and being out in the open I guess. We screwed all over that camp after that, but I don't hold a torch to the master. That guy fucked a girl in every place you can imagine. On top of the climbing tower, in the pool, on top of the boat house, in the lake, in the pool showers, in the mess hall, in the staff showers (which is pretty fucking hard to do, because I've tried it), in the middle of a field in the middle of the camp. The guy is a legend. "Sugar", I salute you. Are you talking about our "Sugar Bear"? Name the camp. Camp "Sugar Bear" of course. Nope. His nickname was sugar bear. Sugar for short. I won't name the camp to protect the guilty. He was staff around 1999-2001 or so.Since you are a new member, do you know that we have a "Sugar Bear" of our own? Username is gene5. He is my favorite troll. 
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Oh man. Technically not my first time, but "Round Two" of the same night I lost my virginity:
The first time I had sex, the girl didn't know that I was a virgin. Anyway, we're about a minute or so in to round one when I finish, but I don't want her to think I'm a three-pump chump so I just keep going at it anyway. We're humping like rabbits; missionary, from behind, back to missionary, to the cowgirl. During the second time in missionary (about the 8-minute mark), she made a comment to the effect of "Oh my god, I'm not used to this lasting more than five minutes!" A couple minutes after that, we switch to the cowgirl. As this girl is riding me like a dirtbike traversing an endless string of whoops, she starts getting frustrated (remember, I didn't tell her that I had come already). As her frustration mounts, she begins to get increasingly...aggressive. And then, right as I can feel the very, very slight beginnings of another orgasm coming, she just stops. She looks down at me from her perch, and between pants says: What the fuck? Do you not find me attractive or what?
She then proceeded to basically fall onto my chest and start tearing up. Which is when I decided to wrap my arms around her, hold her close, and say Don't cry, darling. I came 15 minutes ago.
Fellas, I know you've all heard that whining sound women make that's like their wind-up before they really start crying. However, if you haven't heard what that sounds like as it transitions instantly into a fit of rage, then keep doing what you're doing because it is something that I would never wish upon any man. In her fit of rage, she was yelling at me- "OH MY GOD I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT," et-cetera et-cetera- and trying to hit me; thank god I was holding her tight before she started because she probably would have broke my nose. The best part of this is that all the moving and jerking and shaking and whatnot she was doing in her tornado of pissyness was enough to finally put me over the edge. Realizing what just happened, I began to laugh, which only made things worse. ETA- I voted great |
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I'll play. I was working at a summer camp as a lifeguard/ water skiing instructor. Another counselor and I hit it off so to speak, and we decided to go down to the docks for some alone time. When we go there, we found some campers that shouldn't have been there (past their curfew). After we were satisfied they had left, we got busy on the dock. She finished. I didn't. First time nerves and being out in the open I guess. We screwed all over that camp after that, but I don't hold a torch to the master. That guy fucked a girl in every place you can imagine. On top of the climbing tower, in the pool, on top of the boat house, in the lake, in the pool showers, in the mess hall, in the staff showers (which is pretty fucking hard to do, because I've tried it), in the middle of a field in the middle of the camp. The guy is a legend. "Sugar", I salute you. Are you talking about our "Sugar Bear"? Name the camp. Camp "Sugar Bear" of course. Nope. His nickname was sugar bear. Sugar for short. I won't name the camp to protect the guilty. He was staff around 1999-2001 or so.Since you are a new member, do you know that we have a "Sugar Bear" of our own? Username is gene5. He is my favorite troll.
I'm well aware of gene5, though I had no idea of the sugar bear bit. Carry on.
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First time was good, then I sobered up. Never have sex while on a two week coke bender with a two bit street walker. Arfcom always told me that hookers & blow is a good thing. ..and ARFCOM was right as usual. ETA- OK. I was 15 w/ a Hardship DL for work. Girl was my moms' friends' 17yr old niece who had been pulled out of HS for being 2-3 months pregnant and was attending a "church school" and needed a ride home for a couple weeks til summer break. Figured she couldn't get extra pregnant so it was on for two straight weeks then she went back to live with her parents. After that I seemed to lose interest in Boy Scouts, sports, school, TV, male friends..... |
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I was at my buddy's house, and the people next door were having a hell of a party. We wandered over and were accepted with open arms. They were all 30 somethings, we were teenagers. They started shoving alcohol down our throats, not that we minded. I got horribly drunk, and this 36 year old, slightly larger woman (we'll call her "Wilma") started telling me how cute I was. I went along with it, because hey... It was time to get laid. She woo'd me by shoving her hand down my pants. Game on. She pulled me to her car and drove me down the street to her house. I was nervous. She started to tell me that she still lived with her ex-husband, but he wouldn't be there. She pulled up in the driveway, and we started walking in. When she opened the front door, I saw her ex-husband. Luckily, he wasn't conscious. He was face down, passed out, blocking the doorway. We stepped over him, and I was led down a dark hallway to the furthest room. When we entered, I saw another 30something lady (a slightly better body, but not as cute in the face) sitting Indian style at the foot of the bed, watching tv. Well, Wilma led me over to the bed, faced me, and pulled me onto the bed on top of her. We made out for a little bit in front of her friend, and I started thinking I was about to have a threesome for my first time. So things progressed, and I started to rawdog this older pedophile. I thought I was doing great, and I felt like a man. So I look over at the other lady, who is contently watching tv on the same bed where I'm flopping around. I kind of nudge her with my foot, and when she looks at me, I kinda giver her the head nod. Ya know, the "come get some of this" look. She wasn't having it, and returned to watching tv. Slightly dejected, I returned to my woman, and promptly finished with no regard to her desires (probably). Then I passed out. I awoke again at about 5am, drunk and hungover, confused, and ecstatic for having finally become a man. However, despite being a man, my parents probably wouldn't be happy if I wasn't home by the time they woke up, so I got dressed and started to leave. I got lost in the house, having never seen it sober. I wandered into three different sleeping children's rooms trying to find the front door. I gave up, and went back to Wilma. She got up and walked me out to the front door. I stepped over the passed out husband again (front door locator, I should have remembered!), and began my journey home. I voted great. |
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I was at my buddy's house, and the people next door were having a hell of a party. We wandered over and were accepted with open arms. They were all 30 somethings, we were teenagers. They started shoving alcohol down our throats, not that we minded. I got horribly drunk, and this 36 year old, slightly larger woman (we'll call her "Wilma") started telling me how cute I was. I went along with it, because hey... It was time to get laid. She woo'd me by shoving her hand down my pants. Game on. She pulled me to her car and drove me down the street to her house. I was nervous. She started to tell me that she still lived with her ex-husband, but he wouldn't be there. She pulled up in the driveway, and we started walking in. When she opened the front door, I saw her ex-husband. Luckily, he wasn't conscious. He was face down, passed out, blocking the doorway. We stepped over him, and I was led down a dark hallway to the furthest room. When we entered, I saw another 30something lady (a slightly better body, but not as cute in the face) sitting Indian style at the foot of the bed, watching tv. Well, Wilma led me over to the bed, faced me, and pulled me onto the bed on top of her. We made out for a little bit in front of her friend, and I started thinking I was about to have a threesome for my first time. So things progressed, and I started to rawdog this older pedophile. I thought I was doing great, and I felt like a man. So I look over at the other lady, who is contently watching tv on the same bed where I'm flopping around. I kind of nudge her with my foot, and when she looks at me, I kinda giver her the head nod. Ya know, the "come get some of this" look. She wasn't having it, and returned to watching tv. Slightly dejected, I returned to my woman, and promptly finished with no regard to her desires (probably). Then I passed out. I awoke again at about 5am, drunk and hungover, confused, and ecstatic for having finally become a man. However, despite being a man, my parents probably wouldn't be happy if I wasn't home by the time they woke up, so I got dressed and started to leave. I got lost in the house, having never seen it sober. I wandered into three different sleeping children's rooms trying to find the front door. I gave up, and went back to Wilma. She got up and walked me out to the front door. I stepped over the passed out husband again (front door locator, I should have remembered!), and began my journey home. I voted great. Cool story, but would not be my ideal first time experience. 
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