Where it happened: Warehouse in New Orleans
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 2
Category: Straight
I didn’t have my first sex with a girl until last Summer, when our youth group from church went down to New Orleans to help the victims of the Katrina Hurricane clean up their homes.The group from our Lutheran church had done this the year before also, but this year I decided to go along and help out. Now, I was brought up Lutheran, and I believed just about everything I was taught, but to me the teaching that it was wrong to have sex before marriage just didn’t make much logical sense. I had been having wet dreams ever since I was 12 years old, and had constant boners waking up in the morning, and whenever I’d see a pretty girl, and I thought that since God had given us this wonderful sexual drive and these great feelings, why should we not be able to use them? We were also taught that it was wrong to masturbate, and again, this didn’t make sense to me either. What were we supposed to do — save up all our sperm for years and years inside our bodies? We probably wouldn’t be getting married until we got out of college or later, and if it was wrong to have sex, and wrong to jerk off,what were we supposed to do about all these wonderful feelings and thoughts, and where would all this sperm go if it wasn’t released? Anyway, I found out that there were a lot of us in the youth group — both boys and girls — that felt this way, despite what our parents and the youth counselor had said. We would discuss these things quite openly among ourselves, and the majority of us, though not all of us, felt that as long as it is consensual and we did not have irresponsible sex, and make babies, and used protection, that we should enjoy our sexuality to the fullest.
Anyway, about twenty of us went to New Orleans, along with our youth counselor and a half dozen parents. There we met up with several other youth groups from around the country, to do this clean up work and help the Katrina victims get back on their feet. We were all housed in this huge warehouse in one of the New Orleans suburbs, where we spread out our sleeping bags on the floor, had our cafeteria style meals which were provided by the local churches, and hung out after work each evening. There were some bathrooms in the warehouse, but not nearly enough and porta-potties were brought in and set up for our use as well.
We worked very hard all day, and it was dirty work, cleaning out these homes of debris and hauling it away, and we were dead tired at night. Still, seeing several of these teenage girls — mostly juniors and seniors in high school– working in their shorts and T-shirts and some of them had magnificent bodies, gave me virtually a permanent hard-on all day, and I didn’t mind the hard work. There was this one girl in particular –Carol — not from our group, but from a group that came from Missouri, that particularly interested me. We had worked together cleaning out this one house, and she had a beautiful chest and a pair of legs that I could just picture myself between. We got to know each other pretty well, and the attraction to each other was mutual. She could see my boner in the front of my shorts and commented on it a couple of times, just kidding me, of course in a friendly sort of way, but the second week we were there, I told her that if she was that interested in it, she could see it in person some night. To my surprise, she said, O.K., and after dinner that night,we went for a walk together. We talkled and talked about life and our plans for the future and, of course, SEX. When we got back to the warehouse, it was after dark, about 10:00 P.M., and just about everyoneone else was already sacked out, sleeping. I asked Carol if she’d like to see my “pillar of love,” and again, to my surprise, she said, she’d love to.
We found a small supply room, off the main warehouse floor,and went it. It was dark, but we started embracing, and kissing, and feeling each other up, and before you knew it, we were helping each other out of what clothes we had on — T-shirts and shorts — and the next thing I knew, I had this gorgeous naked 18 year old female in my arms with my boner pressing against her lower abdomen — and it felt simply wonderful. She massaged my penis in her hand and told me it was the first time she had ever done that with a boy, and how great it felt. Well, you guessed it, not long after that, I was rolling on a condom (I had brought along a dozen just in case I got lucky), and we were fucking like a couple of rabbits. It felt so damn good, as I ejaculated and ejaculated into her, filling the condom with my warm sperm, and she was telling me how wonderful it felt for her, too. After we finished, instead of going out and sleeping with the others, I went out and disposed of the sperm-filled condom in one of the porta-johns, and then brought my sleeping bag into the supply room. We both climbed into it, and slept together, naked as jay-birds, all night, getting up early the next morning and leaving, so no one would find us missing.
During the three weeks we were in New Orleans, I fucked Carol 6 more times, twice during the day in one of the porta-johns outside the warehouse. We loved every minute of our time together, and neither of thinks we did anything wrong.We were using our God-given sex to give love and pleasure to each other, and nothing more. Before we left to go home,we exchanged addresses, and phone numbers, and Email addresses, and we communicate almost every day now. I think there is a good chance we will hook-up again sometime and some place. Meanwhile, whenever I’m jerking off, I am thinking of Carol in that suipply room and in that sleeping bag, and even our FUCKS in the porta-johns — standing up.
By the way, we were also taught that using words like FUCK or FUCKING is also wrong, but again, I just don’t understand why it is wrong to use a perfectly good English word, which is so descriptive and so understandable. Why is it O.K. to say, “have sex” or “copulate” or “make love,” but not use the word that everyone knows means the same thing. It just makes no logical sense to me.
Now that I am in college, I have fucked two other absolutely beautiful girls.Once in the girl’s dorm and once in my room at my apartment. I always make sure to use protection, and each time we have both agreed that we want to do it. I have found that this is pretty much the common practice these days and I really think we are all the better for it. We are really living more fulfilling lives than our parents and grandparents ever did.
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