Where it happened: a field outside of town
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 2
Category: Straight
I grew up in a small town with a big tourist draw. My first was a tourist. I’d broken up with a girl the day before I met my first. I saw the girl at a dance, and she was gorgeous. I said to my friend “I’m going to f*k that girl” and he laughed… I was never one to have a lot of “game” as they say, so he was pretty surprised with me saying this (and probably thought I was talking out my ass). So I approach the girl, we start dancing, and after a couple of minutes we’re kissing on the dance floor. We went outside and just sort of made out, for hours. She wanted to have sex then, but there was nowhere for us to go. The next day, my friend let me borrow his car to take her somewhere, under the agreement we don’t have sex in his car. So I drove her to one of the hiking trails, we walked off the trail for a bit, and found a beautiful section… next to a brook, under the shade of a tree, in a grassy area… its pretty romantic, looking back on it. I was pretending to be a player or whatever, but I was so scared. She took her shirt off, took her bra off, her tits flopped out, and I almost backed out of it. I climaxed within a matter of a few seconds, but we did it a second time a few minutes later (ah, youth). The second time she climaxed too, and apparently she was a squirter. I had no idea at the time that this was something unique. So for years later, I’d have sex with someone else, they’d climax, and I would assume they were faking it because I wasn’t getting drenched. A few years later in college some friends were drunkenly joking about squirters, I said “whats a squirter?” and it all started to make sense. My first time was with a really great girl, but I never saw her again.
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