so what happened and what was it like
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Well, I suggest for starters that you tell US what your experience was like and when it was, but then maybe you are still a virgin in such matters?
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First time doing what? :confused: :confused: :confused:
For us, life is a series of first times (and sometimes repeats and last times  )
The first time I laid eyes on my lovely Marshlander ==> Dec 5th 2002... I shan't forget!!)
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Shockingly I was 11yrs old.Coerced really by two older boys.The nice feelings I got meant I didnt have to be forced twice.The details?Well I still would feel too embarrassed to say!Mostly just simulation,BLUSH!!Nah I''m still too embarrassed! I can say I''m still a virgin.Ehumm!With males in the ultimate,intimate way though .
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On my boyfriend's floor.
Oh and about 3 month ago
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January. I met a guy on the internet, and decided to call him up. We talked for a few minutes, and I decided to take the plunge. Up till then I only experimented with a dildo, shampoo bottle, really anything I could get my hands on. I went to his apartment, it was after 1 am, and I was very horny. We talked about what I wanted and he looked me over and accepted.
Being penetrated for the first time was awesome. Way better than anything I had experimented with. I got a little creeped out afterwards. He wanted to cuddle and kiss. I told him I had to be at work in less than six hours and I had to go home. It was true I did have to go to work later that morning. It was just a quick one night stand, but it was fun!
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I was 21, and it was in my (then) boyfriend's bathroom in Carlisle, Pennsylvania USA. We'd taken a shower together and we were drying off after and got frisky.
lol I gotta admit it wasn't so great because he was a big guy, a little bit much for a first-timer. I remeber wanting it but at the same time just finding it mostly painful; it didn't put me off 
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Every now and again my life takes me round a corner and leaves me with an amazing story to tell, unfortunately, they're so crazy that not everyone believes me. Like the time I had to put one of my dogs on to a dangerous psychiatric patient - buts that's another story!
I was 18 and where I lived was semi rural. I would take my dogs out in to woods and fields or round the local Mere.
I knew somehow that this day would be different but not exactly how. Odd, but I've always had a very strongly developed instinct for picking up on situations and people and finding my self in the woods with the dogs I became aware of a jogger going past, doing his thing.
Don't ask me how, but at that point I realised the strange feeling I had been getting all day was linked to this jogger and it involved sex. Where there's greenery, there's queenery!
The jogger disappeared but came back the same way a few minutes later. I'd withdrawn to the cover of the woods at this point to make it appear as though I'd just come by. From my hidden observation point I watched him poking about in the ashes of the previous years community bonfire from Nov 5th. [1].
What the hell is he doing! I wondered. So I walked towards him casually and out came the corny dialogue. "Are you looking for anything in particular?" I asked him. "No, I'm just looking for old porn mags, you can have a beano with them." This should have been the point were any sane individual would or should have walked off denouncing him as a weirdo or pervert. Not me! I told you, I knew this day was going to be different and I've never let any opportunity slip through my fingers - if you'll forgive the phrase (if not necessarily my intention!). I responded with, "Why don't we go in to the woods and have a beano of our own!" I told you this was corny!
He found a suitable page from an old porn mag and took it with him in to the woods. I have to stop and question his etiquette here. This 30 something guy had in front of him a tall, slim, toned, blond, blue eyed 18 year-old, gagging for his first time with a guy, and he was more interested in a long discarded, mouldy wank-mag. I should have been insulted!
In the woods he focused his attention on the damp page while I... well, it wasn't really that great! He wouldn't let me suck him off saying that his doctor had given him cream for "It" He was really talking him self out of the hottest experience fast! He would only let me wank him off and he wouldn't do anything with me - selfish!
After that he got embarrassed and to coin a now popular phrase, Jogged on. I didn't think I'd see him again but it was just an experience in the woods to me. No big deal.
A few days before my Mum had been shopping in response to an advert in the local paper. Getting to the shop she felt that the goods described in the advert were not quite what she was presented with in reality. She complained to the local Trading Standards ofifice - well we all need a hobby and making life unbearable for local traders seemed to be her Raison d`etre. The Milk Man would appoint a proxy rather than deal with her.
So... I'm in the lounge and there's a knock on the door. The dogs are doing their job of convincing whatever visitor that we kept hell hounds or wear wolves and I answered the door. You wouldn't bloody believe who was there... the same guy I'd met in the woods! He was a Trading Standards Officer come to deliver his report to my Mum!!!
There was one report I was determined my Mum was not going to get and so I quickly thanked the guy and he went away. I don't know who was more mortified, him or me!
This is what I mean about how my life occasionally throws a scenario in my path that leads to an amazing story - if an unbelievable one!
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[1] Brief note [2] of explanation for anyone from Mars or not familiar with this English pyro-maniacal custom for polluting the atmosphere every November 5th. Every year at this time we build and burn huge fires in public places (It now being illegal to do so in our own private gardens) thereby fraying the nerves and already over stretched resources of the Fire Brigade in celebration of a failed Catholic conspiracy in 1605 to assassinate King James I and his parliament by blowing up a cellar full of gun powder barrels directly under under the House of Lords. The conspiracy was betrayed and during a routine search of the cellars one Guido Fawkes was found in a rather delicate legal position - guarding enough barrels of gunpowder to more than do the job. He and his fellow conspirators were arrested and under torture, confessed to treason. They were all executed in the proscribed manner - hung, drawn and quartered. The bonfires really have nothing to do with any of this... Bonfires were regularly lit in the British Isles to celebrate Hallow-e'en but banned by the Puritans. Any excuse for an alcohol fuelled environmental crime!
[2] I tend to do this, and it's so annoying! Thing is, trying to escape one of my long and drawn out posts is as much use as trying to escape the pull of a Black Hole. You're just advised to get used to it - go and put the kettle on - I'll be here when you get back!
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my first time was with my bf when i was 16.. i sucked his cock for an hour straight and then he pounded me for an hour after that. It felt weird at first, but then it started feeling a lot better the more i relaxed..
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It was with a Bartender from the 'it' spot in town. It was a straight hangout. I would go to wait for my female housemate to finish so i could walk her home. Often we ended up at a Bar around the corner, so I had met this guy, had a drink with him, hugged him goodnight and found out he had a girlfriend. One night I was sitting at the end of his bar waiting for them all to finish cleaning up, he had been smiling at me all night, and giving me free drinks. It came time when even the workers were ready to go home. I was pretty drunk, the bartenders hang in there little group drinking the tips away, he saunters over me. I thought, he is hot, a cheeky smile. He asks me to join them for a drink, regrettably I had to so no, I had my grandad's 80th breakfast the next morning. He laughed and lent forward to hug me farewell... Remember I was drunk and thought 'I had everything to gain', so I run my hand down his back and squeezed an ass cheek. He looked at me strangely, but did not stop the embrace. My hands quickly went back up around his shoulders, in the safe zone. He smiled, placed his hands on my hips and pulled our groins together. He asked again if I could come. I could feel his hardon growing, and with it pressed against my body, I could just imagine every detail. He smiled, and I had to stop my vision of waking up in his arms and so 'sorry'...
Two weeks later we hooked up, we went down on each other, and he did me and wouldn't let me do him...Needless to say I never got to wake up in his arms
A few years ago i saw him and he was married with a child on the way... Funny how men experiment?
AJ
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