Message-ID: <23675asstr$955789805@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
X-Original-Message-ID: <200004150321.e3F3LXW18878@anon.securenym.net>
From: Bilgates Remailer <noreply@securenym.net>
Comments: This message did not originate from the Sender address above.
It was remailed automatically by anonymizing remailer software.
Please report problems or inappropriate use to the
remailer administrator at <stevejob@securenym.net>.
Subject: {ASSM} PC: I used a condom once {elf-11} (m/f, cons, first?)
Date: Sat, 15 Apr 2000 05:10:05 -0400
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d
X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2000/23675>
X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com>
X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com>
X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, apuleius
-----
This is a late offering to Uther Pendragon's friendly competition about condoms.
I'd write a longer message about who should read this and who shouldn't but I
suggest the normal rules apply.
No-one may make any maoney out of this but me, feel free to enjoy it or share
it with a friend.
-----
Note: I've tried sending this to the newsgroup too so my apologoies if you see
this twice.
-----
When I was a young teenager condoms were currency.
No pharmacy would sell condoms to anyone below the age of consent even
if one had the nerve to ask for one and we were forbidden from even
being seen in the one street where there was a general store that was
reputed to turn a blind eye.
If you had an older brother or a friend with an older brother you would
persuade him to buy them for you because you had to have a condom. It
was proof of your maturity in a tangible way. It was something that
showed the world -- or your friends at least -- that you were ready to
have sex.
Not having an older brother I was deeply indebted to a gang of friends
who gave me a pack of six condoms for my birthday one year procured via
an older brother.
I was living a rather schizophrenic sexual life at the time in that I
was having an affair (after being seduced with my full co-operation)
with the wife of one of my teachers but that was an absolute secret. I
had not even hinted at it to my closest friends.
The months progressed and one by one my friends reported the loss of
their virginity, always claiming, of course, that it was not their first
time. I had plenty of girlfriends but simply lacked the drive that was
necessary to coerce them into having sex with me as I was spending one
or two afternoons a week making love with my lover rather than fumbling
about in a darkened bedroom with a girl who as a matter of principle was
not going to give in without a fight, considerable commitment and
certainly wasn't going to give any appearance of enjoying herself.
You'd have thought I'd be happy with the situation and to a large extent
I was. My contemporaries were counting the number of times they'd had
sex (the common definition being an ejaculation during or immediately
after penetration in the case of withdrawal) and I was starting to tick
off number of partners as my lover discreetly introduced me to some of
her friends.
There was one big problem -- I was still publicly a virgin.
Because I didn't have the drive to penetrate that my friends had I was
popular as a kisser and feeler at parties and every other young teenage
opportunity available but nevertheless rumours began circulating that I
was queer.
This was serious trouble. My enemies (I was, after all, at the age when
everyone is either a friend or an enemy and apart from my closest
friends this was a rather dynamic situation) started hinting at my
queerness in the showers after sport and even my sister and parents
probed gently to see if I was "OK". "OK" in this case meaning straight.
I started to plan. In my teenaged mind I had three possible courses of
action. I could tell someone (anyone in fact) about my real lovers; I
could lie and tell someone that I'd had sex with one of my girlfriends;
or I could wait until we went away for our family holiday and return
with a fictitious conquest.
To tell the truth would have been disastrous to my real lovers who, even
at that young age, I cared about (one of those relationships lasted on
and off for more than a decade). To say I'd had sex with one of the
girls I really liked would hurt her reputation (I liked "nice" girls)
and to say I'd slept with one of the looser girls would be denied.
Waiting for the summer holiday and a concocted tale seemed the best of a
bad world.
As it turned out I was saved by a girl from out of town whose name I
cannot remember (if you recognise this tale and you were the one I'm
still grateful to you).
The riding club was known in our largely academic town as a hotbed of
fun. For reasons I've never fully worked out there was an adult laxness
about drinking and smoking and petting in public by people my age that
didn't seem to exist in other circles. Most of the riding club affairs
were members only but a few times a year there would be gymkhanas with
people from outside of the club attending and competing and these were
open to the public too. My friends and I would attend these if we
could.
Having made the necessary arrangements (a complicated system of various
people telling their parents they were staying over at one friend's
house but might be at someone else's house) a gang of us arrived at the
riding club mid-afternoon Saturday with as much money as we could each
garner. It was a big day for us and to be a memorable one for me.
During the afternoon we chatted with friends who were members of the
riding club and watched and applauded as they performed in various
events.
After the day's prize giving ceremony there was a hiatus (for me and my
friends at least) as all the riding folk went off to do whatever it is
they do to their horses and themselves after competing. We clubbed
together and bought some beer (you see what I mean about laxness?) and
sat in the empty stands chatting about the prospect of the evening
whilst looking out across the valley and waiting for the real party to
start. Sitting in those stands during that Saturday's transition from
afternoon to evening is something I can now see in my mind as clearly as
when it happened. Isn't it strange that a memorable event can fix
something in your mind that happened before it?
The smell of barbecues starting up and music from the club house drew us
away from the stands and back towards the centre of activity. The local
rules, as I see them now some 25 years on, were that youngsters like us
bought food and drink as long as we could afford it and then were
allowed to help ourselves as long as we behaved.
My friends and I split up and I joined one of girlfriends family
barbecue. She was a good girl (I was by all public accounts a good boy)
and I'd visited their house often so I was welcomed and met up with
their friends who were visiting from other towns.
After we'd eaten I proffered what little money I had, more a courtesy
than anything else, but those were the manners of the day and I was
loudly rebuked for even offering to pay. The rebuke was in fact a
compliment and I knew I was set for free drinks for the rest of the
night. That was my main thought at the time.
We all moved on to the clubhouse where music was playing and people were
beginning to dance. I danced mainly with my "good girl" friends and
their mothers (there is *never* any harm in that, they dance better and
appreciate it -- trust me).
The adults drifted off to do whatever adults do together and I found
myself dancing more and more with one of my "good girl" friends friends.
She was from another town and I liked her in a mixed up way. She was
sexy and liked me and I liked her but she was from out of town and
clearly more sophisticated than me in many ways. I think she was the
first girl I'd met of my own age that wanted me.
I remember asking my "good girl" friend if she minded if I danced more
with the other girl. She kissed me and said that she didn't mind and
that I'd be better when I came back to her later. I honestly did not
see any significance in her words at the time though they made sense
later.
It would be easy for me to make up a name for the girl that took my
publicly mentionable virginity but I'm not going to do that. She'll
just have to be "the girl" in this recount.
After dancing together for an hour or so (I have been described as an
enthusiastic dancer) one of us suggested taking a breath of fresh air.
We walked away from the fires and the arena and down a lane.
We lay down at the side of the lane and kissed, touched and felt each
other.
This was very different for me. My lovers were adult women, this was a
girl. I'd kissed and felt many girls but this was the first girl I felt
naturally and ordinarily wanted to go all the way with me. Most
importantly this was my seduction of a girl, me having made a girl want
me, rather than someone seducing me.
We kissed and touched each other for a long time, our clothes loosening
as we progressed. She held my penis in quite a different way to the
more mature women I was used to -- I don't think it was the first penis
she'd held but she held it in a different way. She was in some way
uncertain.
Anyone who has been through this young teen sex scenario will be
familiar with the position we found ourselves in. I was naked from the
waist down, she was naked from above her breasts to her thighs but we
both still had all our clothes on. That is how it happens.
I was lying next to her on the dusty ground and pushing my penis between
her thighs while we kissed and I caressed her breasts.
I don't remember her actually saying anything specific but I became sure
that now was the time for me to enter her. Remember, I was a good boy,
I needed the welcome.
I pulled my wallet from my pocket and the condom from my wallet. What
now? I didn't have a clue. I tried to tear it open with my teeth (that
was how my friends said they did it) but that didn't seem to work, I
think I was worried about tearing the condom.
I was lost, my erection wilted. This was my first claimable fuck and I
couldn't work out how to use a condom. I'd never actually thought about
using a condom though I'd carried one with me for months. My lovers
were adult women and they took care of that side of things.
The girl took the initiative (thank you, for ever). She opened the
package and I tried to fit it on but I'd gone limp. She sucked on my
penis for a moment or two until it hardened again and then she squeezed
the condom on. It was tight and uncomfortable but I was about to have
sex that I could talk about so I carried on.
I entered her. It was very different to being with my adult lovers. In
a physical sense I remember her being tighter but I think the most
important thing was thinking this was *my* seduction (which probably
wasn't true as she probably chose me) and something I could talk about.
Does that make sense? I had been seduced and make no mistake I was very
happy at having been seduced but this was (to my mind at the time) my
first seduction, my first girl as opposed to a woman.
I was fucking her steadily for some minutes when a car with full bright
lights came down the lane. Although I hadn't realised it the lower half
of my legs were actually in the path.
I pulled out and covered the girl with my body, protecting her identity
(they could see nothing more than my back).
After a few seconds pause the car drove on leaving us alone.
I then did something that I've always felt uncomfortable about. I
presented my condom covered penis to her mouth and asked her to suck me.
Which she did. I didn't really reach satisfaction and very much doubt
if she derived any pleasure from it at all.
I was, however, able to almost truthfully tell my friends that I had
made a conquest (which I alluded wasn't my first, just the first I could
talk about, just as they had) without giving my adult lovers away.
P.S.
I was always picky about my lovers and as we got into our later teens I
made love to a number of girls that their husbands later told me were
virgins (some men are really stupid when it comes to this sort of
thing).
I used that condom in the 1970's and it is only recently (last few years
or so) that I've felt comfortable with condoms -- or to put it in a way
that other men may not like -- found they actually fit (yes, they do
make condoms in different sizes and different materials).
--
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> |
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|Archive: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository |
|<http://www.asstr-mirror.org>, an entity supported entirely by donations. |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+