Not Losing Your Virginity
Think back, way back, to when you were a spotty virgin.* It was all a bit overwhelming, wasn't it? I remember going to see a band as a teenager and standing behind a girl who I kinda liked, but who had been showing a lot of interest in a friend for the past week. She reached back and squeezed my leg.
I panicked. Brain decided that she'd clearly made a mistake and thought I was my friend: "Er, you've got the wrong bloke"
It was hours before I worked out what was going on.
So, tell us the stories of when you failed to lose your virginity - whether through your own ineptitude or simply because they scared the bejesus out of you.
* Apologies to spotty virgins out there. Wash.
( , Fri 27 Oct 2006, 12:13)
Think back, way back, to when you were a spotty virgin.* It was all a bit overwhelming, wasn't it? I remember going to see a band as a teenager and standing behind a girl who I kinda liked, but who had been showing a lot of interest in a friend for the past week. She reached back and squeezed my leg.
I panicked. Brain decided that she'd clearly made a mistake and thought I was my friend: "Er, you've got the wrong bloke"
It was hours before I worked out what was going on.
So, tell us the stories of when you failed to lose your virginity - whether through your own ineptitude or simply because they scared the bejesus out of you.
* Apologies to spotty virgins out there. Wash.
( , Fri 27 Oct 2006, 12:13)
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Sore Throat?
I was about 15, and had a fairly bad cold. I had lost my voice a couple of days before, and it was still really sore and though I could speak it was really throaty. I was at school, and about fifteen minutes before the end of lunch, I was walking up towards my form room, when a girl in my class (who for the sake of this I will call Lucy) came up to me and said, "Do you know what's really good for sore throats?" "No," says I. "Cum," says she, "Do you want some help?"
I was slightly at a loss for words.
"Come on," she said, and headed into the disabled toilet. I hesitated, and followed her. She had taken her tie off and had started unbuttoning her shirt, and I knew I was in well over my head...
She pulled my trousers down, and started to suck me off. The worst part was when I came and she kissed me to 'take my medicine'. As I swallowed the stuff (I didn't like it one bit, but I can't deny it did sooth my throat...), she pulled her skirt down, lay on the floor, and said "Come on then,"
I knelt down, my still hard cock ready for it's first proper use...
... and then the fucking bell rang. Lucy pushed me up, pulled her clothes back on, while I stood there still kind of shocked at what was going on. She told me to put my clothes back on, we made sure we were tidy, Lucy rinsed her mouth out in the sink and said I should do the same, and we headed for afternoon registration.
Lucy never gave me another chance, and we never mentioned it again.
Still, it did sort my sore throat out...
( , Sat 28 Oct 2006, 21:31, Reply)
I was about 15, and had a fairly bad cold. I had lost my voice a couple of days before, and it was still really sore and though I could speak it was really throaty. I was at school, and about fifteen minutes before the end of lunch, I was walking up towards my form room, when a girl in my class (who for the sake of this I will call Lucy) came up to me and said, "Do you know what's really good for sore throats?" "No," says I. "Cum," says she, "Do you want some help?"
I was slightly at a loss for words.
"Come on," she said, and headed into the disabled toilet. I hesitated, and followed her. She had taken her tie off and had started unbuttoning her shirt, and I knew I was in well over my head...
She pulled my trousers down, and started to suck me off. The worst part was when I came and she kissed me to 'take my medicine'. As I swallowed the stuff (I didn't like it one bit, but I can't deny it did sooth my throat...), she pulled her skirt down, lay on the floor, and said "Come on then,"
I knelt down, my still hard cock ready for it's first proper use...
... and then the fucking bell rang. Lucy pushed me up, pulled her clothes back on, while I stood there still kind of shocked at what was going on. She told me to put my clothes back on, we made sure we were tidy, Lucy rinsed her mouth out in the sink and said I should do the same, and we headed for afternoon registration.
Lucy never gave me another chance, and we never mentioned it again.
Still, it did sort my sore throat out...
( , Sat 28 Oct 2006, 21:31, Reply)
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