The other night I was out with a bunch of people and we all shared out virginity stories. It’s such a beautiful, innocent time of your life that you’ll never get back.  The media tells a lot of garbage stories when it comes to losing your virginity. I’ve got younger guys following this blog and reading my emails and they’ve yet to pop a cherry.

For their sake, I’m asking you to share the story of how you lost your virginity.

But I made this promise from day one of starting my business, I won’t ever ask someone to do something I wouldn’t.  So, here goes, here’s my virginity story: I remember throughout all of high school, all I could think about, non-stop was when I was going to get laid. I was obsessed with it.  I was horny 24/7.

The wind would blow and I would get hard. Every time I made out with a girl I’d start to get blue balls. It only took five minutes. I was full of testosterone.  I was constantly in pain.  And I didn’t get laid. Finally my senior year I had a steady girlfriend, she was younger than me.  And she wasn’t ready to have sex.  On a few occasions, I think I actually convinced her to play, “just the tip”.  I wasn’t able to put the tip in. I was just able to just rub the tip on the outside of her lips.

That drove me nuts.  I was so close, yet so far. I remember thinking to myself, “When am I going to get laid?”

I wasn’t even appreciating all the other great things we were doing together, grinding our bodies, humping non-stop.  Playing with each other, learning the way a woman’s body works.  It was all so innocent and so beautiful.  But like so many experiences in our life, we don’t appreciate them when they’re happening because we always want something else or someone else.

It’s the way we’re wired. I remember going to college a virgin. I was 18. My high school girlfriend didn’t sleep with me. I couldn’t find anybody else that summer to sleep with me. So, I went off to college, North Eastern University, with a box of condoms.  They were Trojan reds, 36 in total, and they were un-lubricated. Bought them at the local drug store with my dad.

I had no idea. I didn’t know the difference between lubed and un-lubed.  As a matter of fact I was just buying condoms because I thought I would get laid like gangbusters in college. I used to read Penthouse Forum and I always read about the sexy coed’s that knocked on your door at 2:00 in the morning to have this great sex with them.

I’m sure many of you have a favorite story from these magazines. When I got to college I realized it wasn’t like that at all. I was the low man on the totem pole once again. I was the last choice and my game wasn’t great. I made it through the first semester in college still a virgin. I went home and listened to some of my other friends who lost their virginity and realized it was getting serious. I was 18 and-a-half years old and I was still a virgin.

I fooled around with girls and I’ve had lots of release, lots of great, fun sex when my high school girlfriend. So, it wasn’t like I was hurting, but I was still a virgin. I felt like there was a giant star on my back, or a big ‘V’ on my chest. I went back my second semester at North Eastern and I vowed to myself that I was going to get laid.

Sure enough, two weeks into my second semester I met the girl that I was going to lose my virginity with. Her name was Cindy. We went out one night to a party and got real high. For those of you who went to college in the 80’s you’ll remember Quaaludes. I took a Quaalude, smoked some pot and drank. Not a good combination but then again at 18, you’ll take anything to get high.

We got back to my room. We got naked.  We started fooling around. My roommate who was a football player was passed out after drinking a case of beer in his bed across the room.  She asked me if I had anything. I’m thinking absolutely. Have I got condoms? I’ve got 36 of these babies. I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long.

I got up and found the condoms. When I looked down I started seeing the decreasing size of my penis. I was thinking I better get this thing on fast and get it inside. I’ve been waiting so long to get this moment. I got on top of her with the condom on and as I was got closer, I came. That’s right, I was probably 17 inches away from pay dirt and I came.

I mumbled something, pretended to pass out, took the condom off and threw it across the room hopefully not hitting my 260-pound football player roommate. We passed out in the little dorm bed and fell asleep. The next day we decided to hang out at night.  We got fucked up.

We went back to her dorm room this time and started fooling around. She looked at me and she said, “Do you have anything? I’m thinking, what are you kidding, of course not.”

I thought last night was a complete fluke. We were both so wasted. I didn’t think it was ever going to happen again. I quickly got dressed, ran to my dorm, grabbed the condoms, and ran back.  On the way back I slip on a patch of ice knocking the wind out of me. I lay there until I could breath again. Picked myself up and kept running. I was going to have sex no matter what.

As I got back, it was about an hour and 15 minutes. She asked me what took so long. I couldn’t admit what really happened so I lied. I told her I couldn’t find the condoms. She says, “we’re going to need to start all over again.”

I’m thinking to myself, no we’re not.  I waited 18 and-a-half years for this moment, I came prematurely the night before, this is going to happen and this is going to happen now. I looked at her and I said, “Let’s just do this, I’m so turned on.”

I was babbling. I’d have said anything to try and convince her. I got undressed. Everything was in working order. I slipped the condom on. I got there and I realized I hadn’t come yet, so we’re doing good…

I slipped myself inside her, I moved once and I came. I think, “This is ridiculous.  This is what I waited 18 and-a-half years for? Literally one pump and I’m done?”

Then she said the dreaded words, “You’re done?” The way she looked at me with such contempt. She wanted to get laid as badly as I did and she struck out. Twice.  She said, “I thought you said you’ve done this before.”

Apparently I must have told her I wasn’t a virgin. I told her I’d had sex before because God forbid I be authentic and honest and tell her I was a virgin. I said, “Give me 15 minutes and I’ll be back.”

We laid there in bed, fooled around a little bit more, and 15 minutes later, like a champion 18 and-a-half year old penis does, I was back up and ready for action. I slipped on the condom, slipped myself inside and after 12 seconds I came again.  Well I at least got to move inside her. At least I got to feel it. Her look this time was even more disappointed. I realized that I sucked.

We never saw each other again.  About a month later one of her friends, Marianne, had a crush on me and I set up a time for us to go out. Don’t forget this is the pre-cell phone days.  About an hour before I was going to pick her up, the dorm phone rang.  It was a hallway phone. It was Marianne. Marianne told me something suddenly came up. Apparently, Marianne talked to Cindy…

Cindy called me ‘Mr. One Pump’, and all the freshman girls at Northeastern call me Mr. One Pump or the rest of the semester. I transferred to American University a month later and learned your virginity sometimes is only about one pump. So, today let’s share virgin stories. And if you’re still a virgin don’t worry about it because your time will come and it will probably be awkward.

But please share how you lost your virginity. I’d love to read some of your stories today. I look forward to hearing your story.