…and then it was 2015. To kick off the New Year, I thought we’d start with something silly. The Virginity Project tends towards the serious at times. Much like impending spring time – at least we hope for impending spring time – light relief is always a good thing.
‘Laugh away’ wrote my contributor after I died laughing reading his story. Even if the sun hasn’t found its way to the UK yet, I can assure you it’s the first mention of the phrase ‘my cock was ruined’ this year. If not ever. You’re welcome. Enjoy!
‘When I was 15 years old, I stayed the night at my best friend Toby's house quite a bit during the summer of’ 93. He lived a 5-minute bicycle ride away from my insanely hot 15-year-old girlfriend, Lisa. Her father worked, so she would be home all day with no parental supervision.
In my mind, I knew I was getting closer to a 'home run', as I'd previously made it as far as third base, mostly at Lisa's prompting. She looked strikingly like Cindy Crawford in her prime, great body, flowing brown hair, piercing eyes. She always smelled like ripe strawberries and I love strawberries.
One day during the summer, I rode my bike over to her house and her loud mouth, annoying friend Sarah was there. This girl was cock-block deluxe. She would not leave us alone, even when Lisa asked her to. However, once we finally got her out of our hair for a moment, we began to make out on her bed. I put my hand down her shorts, and into her panties. I fingered her for a bit, but of course, loud mouth returned. She was soaking wet and I was hard as a rock. She got off her bed, took my hand, led me to her bathroom, turned on the fan, and locked the door.
We undid each other's button fly shorts. Button fly pants are the most annoying thing when you're in a hurry. She hopped up on the bathroom sink and I began to stimulate her with my fingers again. My cock was so hard I thought I was going to run out of skin if it got any bigger. She began to jack me off.
Masturbation has always involved some sort of lubricant... up to this point. See, it had always been my hand doing the stroking, never a girl's. Because there was no lubrication of any kind being used here, she began what felt like rubbing the skin off my dick. What was I going to say though? I had a beautiful girl jerking me off.
This went on for a few minutes before she asked me if I had a condom. I did not. She however did. She asked me to lay down on the bathroom floor before she rolled the condom onto me. She got on top of me, and guided me in. She began to ride me. Kinda. She was actually hurting me. The rubber against my rug-burned-cock was painful, and the condom was a bit large for my 15-year-old penis, but dammit, I was having sex!
I never got off. I have no idea if she did. When I left, I couldn't wait to get back to Toby's house, so I could rub one out. I locked myself in his bathroom and used a handful of Vaseline to do it. My cock was ruined. It felt like it was on fire. I remember how disappointed I felt. Like, that was sex? I also remember not feeling particularly any different than I did before sex. Well, other than my dick wasn't on fire.
My name is Taylor, I was born in 1978. I live in Wichita KS and I gotta chalk up my experience of losing my virginity as a bad one.
It's got much better since then.
As a side note, about 15 years later, after we both had kids and had been divorced, Lisa tracked me down, and we had some fun as adults for a few weeks. We got each other off plenty.'