Originally Posted by FR_Trooper

where did you lose your virginity? a bed? a shed? a field? a kennel? lol

Don't you remember poppet?? I'm hurt...

There are a lot of applicable 'firsts', the first time I ate a girl out was at the foot of the Draymans Ramp in a pub I had got a Saturday job in slinging barrels about, being a general dogs body and sweeping up. It was a half caste girl called Rayne with a face like a Mexican boxer but the body of Florence Griffiths Joyner, she put one foot on a stool, unbuckled the front of her dungarees and dry humped my confused mouth making a hissing 'yeeaaahh' noise whilst the Jive Bunny Megamix throbbed away above us, she did it 3 f*cking times as well over that month, each time leaving me to watch her sashay back up to the Tap Room re-buttoning up her ridiculous hip hop gear before I shot out of view and ripped the top of my lollipop off in a dark corner of a grotty Cellar

in the bedroom room next door to RSM Philips AAC, He was snoring, I was bricking myself to that end it wasn't the best performance I have ever put in, It twas his daughter 89/90ish Peterborough

In the entrance to one of my old schools with Tracy just before I left to join up. She was a bit chubby but had huge breasts. 6 weeks into basic I got called into the Tp Comds office and told that they had had a message from my mum - her parents had been down to see her claiming I was the father. Luckily she did the honourable thing shortly after.

I was spectacularly bad - some might say nothing has changed in the 16 years since...

I'd had 3 blow jobs to 3 different lasses before I lost my Virginity.

My first 2 I didn't know about cleaning behind ones foreskin. One was too polite to mention the cheesy aroma, the other questioned if all males c0cks had hardened yellow bits falling into her mouth whilst doing the deed to which I laughed and replied "It is the first time you've done this isn't it? Of course they do!". After that I took the hint and stopped being a grot and started cleaning behind the hood.

Virginity at 15 in a ditch next to a public path going around a Resevoir, she was fat, had never trimmed the bush - it was gleaming.

On the full size snooker table at Agricultural College.
Was going to do it down in the hay barn on the College Farm.
But she thought the snooker room would be warmer!!

Originally Posted by rmc-45

at 13 on a acf weekend in ballykinler army camp in a tent lmao was good stuff did it twice and wen we went 2 do it a 3rd time we got caught by the RSM lmao

5 posts in 3 and a half years ... but by fcuk are they worth waiting for ... genius!

lol cheers

I was a late starter, I lost mine when I was 18 to one of my Sister friends, she was 21. I was seeing her on the QT when she invited me over for a romantic meal at her place. She wanted me and I wanted her, we raced through a three course Italian meal and two bottles of wine. After fool around on the couch we retired to her bedroom where she light candles and put on some classical music (she was very posh). Not wanting to peak to soon I took my time kissing her all over, starting with her lips I worked my way down to her slender neck as she giggled, I must have kissed and licked my way over every square inch of her body before going down on her. My first thought was "WOW it does taste like Sushi!".
After spending a good 20 minutes making her pop like an orgasmic dynamo she rubbered me up forgetting to pull back the hood, as a result I lasted ages.
I would like to thank the porn industry for the "how to" guide of great shagging. With out my years of research into porn and erotica I would have creamed my jeans before the soup arrived!

In the cricket pavillion at Freshville secondary school. The cricket season was well over. I was 14 she was 16. I knew she wanted it because she kept kicking me in the shins. We went to the old pavilion. She complained that it smelled "musty" in there. I got her into the horizontal by hooking one of my ankles round hers and giving her a shove in the chest. She went down like a poleaxed steer, landing on a heap of practice nets with her King Egberts school dress riding high. She had me flies undone almost before she hit ground zero. I pulled her school issue airtex knickers to one side and entered anchovy heaven. 20 seconds and the job was done. 20 seconds after that I was hard again (ahhh youth) and we spent slightly longer at it the second time. We walked to her house about a mile away. I realised that I now knew the answer to a puzzle the we pubescent boys had often talked about - was it possible to tell when someone had partaken of sexual pleasure? Some said you could tell by the eyes; some said sex gave you spots...... But I knew the answer now. Following us along the road to her council house was a slight aroma - apart from the slight hint of 4 day old Cod. It was a scent than was almost recogniseable, yet subtle. I knew that I would have to walk a long way to try to get rid of the smell after I left her at her gate. We reached her house and kissed. A long lingering kiss of two young people who's hormones were again reaching peaks of Himalayan proportions. She turned and scampered up the path to her front door. I stopped to wave a fond farewell and there it was, the source of the slight aroma which was unmasked by the smell of fishermans fingers generated by our earlier passion. On the back of her school blazer hung a small fox turd. A few months later we got caught shagging in her parents house, but thats another story.