I’m working on my writing and have this true story that has some sexual aspects to it so thought I’d post it here this part is probably not fap material but will build up to it. It’s all true but I’m trying to set it up similar to "The 40 Year Old Virgin" I may have gone overboard on the backstory but it’s relevant to why I was a 21 year old virgin and is a fairly unique story on it’s own. Since this is supposed to be a sex story I added some sexual content at the end.
Backstory
I was a late bloomer and had an unusual home life so I was still a virgin at 21. You may be thinking I’m just making excuses and maybe I am. Like I said in my previous story to look at me you’d think good looking jock shouldn’t have a problem hooking up. When I was in grade karups private school adults would always ask if I had a girlfriend and I’d say no, that’s gross the way most young boys do. When my classmates started liking girls in the 4th, 5th and 6th grades I thought it was stupid. Which it probably was but I think they learned how to talk with girls and I didn’t. I wasn’t into dudes or anything, just had no interest in sex.
In 7th grade girls started to have interest in me. Like I said I was a late bloomer so I was a really pretty boy, people thought I was a girl. The girls said I looked like Jimmy McNichols but in truth I probably looked more like his sister Kristy. I started to have some interest in them but was very shy with them. I never had any friends that were girls probably because I was really into sports. Girls were boring. Okay the 8th grade girls were more interesting, they were turning into women and I saw the end game (fucking). One of the popular (hot) 8th graders even showed interest in me but I don’t think I would have been able to do anything with her even if I wasn’t too shy.
By the summer between 7th and 8th grade I was really interested in girls but still had no female friends. This is when things started private sex pictures to go off the rails at home. I lived with my mom her boyfriend and my younger sister in a transitional inner city neighborhood that was a hip place for young adults but there were few kids my age and it turned out no girls. My mom had me when she was a sophomore in college and dropped out to get married, this was pretty normal in the 60s before abortion and the pill. She had to struggle to pay the bills. This was the 70’s and things were different. Even without a college degree she was able to learn computer programing but it was a man’s world and she was still paid shit. She made some extra money selling weed to friends to supplement her job as a computer programer. Slowly she also started selling cocaine. She was good at it because she didn’t like it herself, most people couldn’t resist it and would snort the profits. Soon she was making more money from the coke than her job.
She was totally open with us about it. My sister and I never did any drugs but enjoyed hanging out. Most of her friends wore really interesting young adults and I learned a lot hanging around them. I think that’s one of the reasons I didn’t have time for silly girls. We lived in a decent sized apartment but when my sister and I got too old to share a room my mom gave up her bedroom and started sleeping on a sleeper sofa in the living room which was also the dining room and drug den. The arrangement was better than sharing a room but made it impossible to bring new friends over to the house.
My friends from the neighborhood weren’t as good as me in baseball so I’d graduated to the elite team and didn’t have any friends on the team or anyone to drive me to practice. A old man who hung around the team and lived in a nearby neighborhood started giving me rides to practices and games. At first nothing happened but you can probably guess how it progressed. He asked me to kiss him goodbye after dropping me off I thought it was weird but my grandfather would has us to kiss him goodbye too so I didn’t think that much of it. It was really shitty. The other guys on the team probably knew or suspected something was up so they stayed away from me. I was ashamed but didn’t know what to do. When he tried to go beyond kissing I jumped out of the car and never rode with him again. I’m sorry to even bring this up but It had some impact.
In 8th grade my mom got fired from her job because she was always coming in late. She didn’t see the point in getting another job and stepped up the drug dealing. I was still hanging out in her room listening to music and hearing stories. Some of amateur porn pics free her "friends" were prominent people in the community. She had a new younger boyfriend that did news spots on national television. Another was the daughter of a prominent person you might have heard of. I guess it was fucked up but I really enjoyed hanging out with them. Women were now a major interest but I was shy about it, and also didn’t go to school with any of my friends from the neighborhood. There were a few girls who showed interest but I was too shy to follow up.
The 9th grade was basically status quo except I changed schools twice. I really didn’t like the public school and convinced my mom to help me transfer to a small private school after a month. The school was okay but they were more advanced academically and I didn’t catch up. Partly because I never did homework. I was also still physically immature, no body hair and I don’t think my balls had dropped. I played on a football team that had a weight limit of 105 pounds. While my classmates were going through, or had gone through puberty I was still a boy. I remember trying to cum by playing with myself but only getting pee.
In 10th grade I changed schools again. This time using my aunts address in the suburbs. Even though it was an affluent suburb I found the other students unsophisticated, and snobby at the same time. I didn’t make any friends there, which was just as well I guess because I had to keep my home life secret. I was still immature with no body hair but I was coming home from school and beating off to soap operas and reruns of Charley’s Angels (Farrah was nice but my favorite was Cheryl Ladd). Girls in high school were more interested in guys that didn’t look 13 and have no body hair so there was that. And I didn’t have a driver’s license…
11th grade was a repeat of 10th but I started to grow. By average girl tgp summer I was 17 and a half my new drivers license said 5’11" 170. I still didn’t have a car so I couldn’t really go to any dances or any of that high school stuff, even if I had any friends at the school. 12th grade was more of the same except I did extremely well in baseball and got some notoriety. Girls started noticing me again. I even got a girlfriend who was a friend of one of my teammates girlfriends. She was a year younger and basically just wanted a date for the prom, I didn’t know what to say to her. We made out some but I was secretive and didn’t have anywhere to go to do more. That summer I dated another girl that was pretty hot but that didn’t work out either. We went out on a couple of dates and I never got up the nerve to kiss her.
I was all set to go away to college and get my own life but I got an offer to play baseball on the local junior college team. My late growth spurt meant I wasn’t on the radar of any major college teams by the time I was a senior so if I wanted to play ball it would be best to play on a junior college team. Besides my grades were marginal (do your homework kids!) so I couldn’t get into top tier schools anyway. The junior college was basically 13th grade and people hung out with friends from their high school. This was also because by then I really should have had sex so it became an issue with me. I’d hoped to transfer or get drafted by a pro team after my first year but I broke my ankle before the season started.
My second year fall I moved into an apartment with a few teammates. This should have been my chance to hook up but we were all really pretty lame when it came to picking up girls. We’d go out to bars and all come home drunk and alone. Some of them had girlfriends in high school but this was just not really a good situation for a bunch of jocks who didn’t know how to talk to women.
On winter break I was at home when the inevitable happened. About 5 cops showed up at the door with shotguns. Luckily my mom didn’t have a very big stash at the time and most of the cash was well hidden so the cops didn’t find it. She and her loser boyfriend (not the news guy) spent the night in jail. The cash all went to the lawyer who got her a good deal. She got probation and her boyfriend got a year in minimum security prison. The judge just assumed that he was the kingpin. Who ever the rat was at least told the cops that me and my sister had nothing to do with it. My mom was lucky that it wasn’t a few months later because when basketball player Len Bias died of an overdose it got extremely punitive in the U.S.
I took the next semester from home, and did well in school and baseball. I got a few small offers but decided to go to a big time University in the neighboring state. I wanted to study business so I went to a more technically oriented university that was 60 percent men. Looking back that was a mistake, at least as far as getting laid. Even though I was desperate to get laid I was picky. My early experience with girls coming to me instead of me going to them was a problem. Hot chicks weren’t a dime a dozen like at the liberal arts schools.
Away at College
My social circle was the other guys on the team most were really serious about baseball and didn’t drink, or party much. Some were more or less successful with women. My roommate wasn’t on the team and was pussy whipped by a girlfriend back home so he went home every Thursday and came back on Monday morning. It should have been a perfect situation. The two guys next door were also on the team and didn’t get laid either. So all you fucking dudes that think the jocks get all the chicks are wrong, it’s the rich frat guys!
I made friends with a few guys on the team my best bud was Brad. We grew up only 45 minutes apart but he was from the neighboring state so he had a lot of high school connections. We and had a lot in common when it came to classic rock music and heavy drinking. If I drink a lot my shyness goes away. His brother was president of a lesser frat (Btw frat guys, your country is a cunt). I thought that would be my ticket to popping my cherry but the girls who hang out at frats mostly want to fuck frat guys. Brad was also somewhat of a ladies man but had just broken up with one of the hottest chicks I’ve ever seen, and I think it fucked him up for a while. She looked like a shorter cuter version of Cathy Ireland. He was kind of a knucklehead. He wanted to get back with her in the worst way and she wanted to be friends only, no benefits. Brad and I had a lot of fun going out and drinking, we’d get a 12 pack each and drink at least 6 before heading out. I was quite fun when I drank. We went mostly to frat parties because that’s where most of the hot young chicks were. But like I said frat parties weren’t all they’re cracked up to be.
Another good friend from the team was Sam. He was quarterback from his high school so he had no problem finding chicks at home. That first year I don’t think he got laid either partly because he was from out of state too and didn’t have any connections, so it wasn’t just me. Some guys have the self confidence to approach women we didn’t. The funny thing was Brad didn’t like Sam because he said Sam ruined his chances with the Cathy Ireland chick when he interrupted them in his dorm room ranting about some girl who let him eat her pussy and then left without reciprocating. I thought it was funny that Sam was so frustrated with this chick because he finally thought he was going to score, but Brad held a grudge.
Back to me and my quest. Over Thanksgiving break Brad invited me to his families house to go to a big thanksgiving pumpkin party in their community, hay rides and all that shit. There were tons of hot women there. I can’t tell you where it is but it was and probably still is a hotbed of hotness. I wasn’t smooth enough to score but I talked to a girl named Suzie that went to a liberal arts school two hours away from my university. She wasn’t the hottest chick there but was a good prospect I had my hopes raised. It was good spank bank material if nothing else. Oh and there was this other chick that I didn’t talk to that had the largest breasts I’ve ever seen. She was kind of out of shape and a mess, but I banked it!
I turned 21 over winter break and had a chance to score with a friend of my friends girlfriend but won’t bore you with the details, just me being a chickenshit, and not know how to talk to women. When I got back to school I went to a frat party with Brad and some of his friends from home and you wouldn’t guess who was there. Yup, the girl with the huge tits! She was visiting one of Brads high school classmates. She made Dolly Parton look like an A cup. Brad and I had had our normal 12 pack so we were 3 sheets to the wind. I think she was drunk too but I’m not sure. What I do know is she starts talking to me and rubbing those tits against my arm. Now I’m seriously talking about tits that are so big you could hold one with both hands and still have plenty of room to suck on her giant nipples. She wasn’t bad looking but just kind of soft all over. I remember kind of blowing her off but then she comes back at me with those boobs again. Finally I said I’m tired and she says me too. She seemed like a nice girl, but had this little girl act. I really was tired so I told her my roommate wasn’t there so she could use his bed if she needed somewhere to sleep. We took the bus back to campus and she was still on me. I was drunk so I don’t really remember the details very well but I think I thought it wasn’t cool to take advantage of a drunk girl. It was probably something like the bedroom scene in big where Tom Hanks jumps up on the top bunk and Elizabeth Perkins is left frustrated. The next morning I woke up on the top bunk alone with a hang over. I got down and there she was sleeping in her t-shirt with those huge boobs, she looked pretty good and I regretted not doing anything the night before. I went to the bathroom cleaned up and brushed my teeth, combed my hair and then got in bed with her and spooned. I put my arm around her waist, and slowly started to move my hand on the boobs. I’d groped the girl from high school but that was more than two years before this and although she had a great ass her chest was completely flat. I’d like to think I’m neither an ass man or a tit man but if I had to make a choice between a girl huge ass and huge tits I think I’d go for the tits every time. My preference would have been big not huge tits with a nice shape but when a girl starts rubbing her big tits on you…
Anyway she was asleep and I was spooning her. My hard cock was pressing against her ass and my hand was resting on her breast for a while. Finally she wakes up and starts laughing. She’s nice about it but tells me I should have done that last night.
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