Car? Closet? Classroom? Let's hear it!

Me...surprisingly, in a bed.

in the arse?

i was 20

in his bed room..... on his bed...... after several attempts

the rest is history

whistle said:

in the arse?

a bed

In my Great-Aunt's kitchen, while my Great-Aunt and Mom slept in the bedroom just a short hallway away. To Adolph, a family friend. I was 16. He was in his 50's. I denied being gay, assuring him I had a girlfriend (which I did) and puked immediately after.

Ahh, good times.

EDIT:

I was a willing participant.

[Edited 3/4/11 21:55pm]

johnart said:

In my Great-Aunt's kitchen, while my Great-Aunt and Mom slept in the bedroom just a short hallway away. To Adolph, a family friend. I was 16. He was in his 50's. I denied being gay, assuring him I had a girlfriend (which I did) and puked immediately after.

Ahh, good times.

EDIT:

I was a willing participant.

[Edited 3/4/11 21:55pm]

I knew the org would give some interesting answers.

Woodland Cemetery, in the spring, around 2am, as a warm southern winds blew against our half clad bodies. Still brings a smile to my face.

StonedImmaculate said:

johnart said:

In my Great-Aunt's kitchen, while my Great-Aunt and Mom slept in the bedroom just a short hallway away. To Adolph, a family friend. I was 16. He was in his 50's. I denied being gay, assuring him I had a girlfriend (which I did) and puked immediately after.

Ahh, good times.

EDIT:

I was a willing participant.

[Edited 3/4/11 21:55pm]

I knew the org would give some interesting answers.

Wish I had a better story.

[Edited 3/4/11 23:05pm]

lazycrockett said:

Woodland Cemetery, in the spring, around 2am, as a warm southern winds blew against our half clad bodies. Still brings a smile to my face.

Seriously?

I never lose anything, I may misplace something, but that's it.

oops.

[Edited 3/4/11 23:04pm]

I think the REAL question should be how many times did you lose your virginity?

Fess up biatches.

StonedImmaculate said:

lazycrockett said:

Woodland Cemetery, in the spring, around 2am, as a warm southern winds blew against our half clad bodies. Still brings a smile to my face.

Seriously?

Yep its was post card material. Didnt last, but it really was soap opera perfect.

ParanoidAndroid said:

On Pluto.

Pluto the dog

physco185 said:

If I knew, it wouldn't be lost, would it?

PANDURITO said:

If I knew, it wouldn't be lost, would it?

In my bedroom at my mom's house. I was 18 and married. Just didn't have my own place yet. (That only lasted 4 days...me living with my mother. Not the sex.)

johnart said:

In my Great-Aunt's kitchen, while my Great-Aunt and Mom slept in the bedroom just a short hallway away. To Adolph, a family friend. I was 16. He was in his 50's. I denied being gay, assuring him I had a girlfriend (which I did) and puked immediately after.

Ahh, good times.

EDIT:

I was a willing participant.

[Edited 3/4/11 21:55pm]

I had a panic attack right after [the terrible and unsatisfying sex] and made her sleep in the other room

to address the OP, I was in my bed at my parents house

ParanoidAndroid said:

On Pluto.

Hey Spaceboy. Was she a cosmic girl?

StonedImmaculate said:

Car? Closet? Classroom? Let's hear it!

Me...surprisingly, in a bed.

on Ebay:lol:

I was a virgin, so was he. We did it in my bed, he spent the night... when dawn came, he quietly left. I was 12 he was 14... it was awkward and he did not hold me after. That's why it took two more years before I would try to have sex again... and yes with the same boy. Punk.

[Edited 3/5/11 19:45pm]

Just like in a fairytale romance story, in a cheap Bangkok guesthouse.

paintedlady said:

I was a virgin, so was he. We did it in my bed, he spent the night... when dawn came, he quietly left. I was 12 he was 14... it was awkward and he did not hold me after. That's why it took two more years before I would try to have sex again... and yes with the same boy. Punk.

[Edited 3/5/11 19:45pm]

I was 12 and she was 14 (not a virgin). We were all Navy brats and she was a friend of a friend, her family staying with my friend's family till they moved into Navy housing. We met and immediately clicked spending every moment possible shoving our tongues down each others throats. After a few days she asked me to be her boyfriend (after initially telling me she wasnt looking for a boyfriend) and I said yes. Went home and told my brothers and they started laughing and telling me how stupid I was for going into junior high with a girlfriend (this was mid-August 1986, a couple of weeks before 7th grade started). So the next day I broke up with her and told her my reasoning. "We can still play, but no boyfriend/girlfriend." She got all crazy at first, but still made out with me before I went home.

I avoided her for a few days until I was at another friends house and his sister (friends with the girl) started yelling at me about the whole situation. Told me I needed to go apologize and threw me out of their house. Walking home I pass the house where she was staying and she was outside. Started crying when she saw me so I stopped and we talked for a long time. Ended up making out and she told me no one was home. We went inside and I swear to God I was not even remotely thinking about having sex...but sure enough, she started undoing my pants and I froze. Had no clue what to do. She put it in and told me "in and out".

When we were finished she was so happy...hanging on me as we walked outside and all that. I got the feeling she thought things had suddenly changed so I looked her dead in the eye and said "I still just wanna be friends." Of course she lost it and called me every name in the book, and I was seriously confused. I didnt understand why she was upset...my 12 year old brain was in no way prepared for what I was doing.

Got home and told my brothers I had sex...they laughed at me and called me a liar and all that but eventually they were like "Did you really?" Then the congratulations started...gathered all their homeboys in the neighborhood and announced my manhood...I felt like the king of the world, especially when I told them what I said to her afterwards. They were all 16/17 years old and called me "Pimp of the Block" for "dropping that bitch like a bitch should be dropped." And I ate that shit up.

God I was an idiot.

damn. my stories are so wretched, but i'll fess up..there was a dude at church, he was a musician and since i had longed for piano lessons as a kid, he was attractive to me. He had a process in his hair, they told me he might be gay, but was reformed, and i believed them and we started talking. we were in his mothers house and it was horrible. i was bleeding and he said, dont use his mothers good towels...:-/ we talked off and on for 5-6 years, i threatened to ruin his wedding ceremony to another girl in our church. i would call his lover just to fuck with him after we broke up and we still see each other from time to time since we have some of the same friends....... after i grew up i told him what an asshole he was and even apologized for being a jerk to him. I did however enjoy laughing at all his failed relationships ...and have sorta enjoyed continuing to be being a virgin for 25 years....

my first kiss was more special...my cousin set that up for me...

In my vagina.

Lisa10 said: