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Guys brief the beans on how they lost their virginity

Guys brief the beans on how they lost their virginity
Ah, the first time (Picture: Ella Byworth/Getty Images)

The silly disturb of mutual attraction, the distilled hum of transgression, that pristine and ideal climax.

It’s loyal what they contend – you never forget your first time.

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And sure, it isn’t always scintillating or special, but it’s a memory we nonetheless lift with us for the rest of the lives.

Metro.co.uk held up with 3 guys fervent to share their funny, sum and officious darling cherry-popping yarns.

NSFW, flattering much.

Against a fire door, on the 22nd floor

Guys brief the beans on how they lost their virginity
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During my mid-teens we worked as a paperboy.

I’d arrive at the cornershop about 6:30am to arrange out my turn – double-checking addresses, inserting supplements into the broadsheets, that arrange of thing.

The other delivery staff would be there as good – including, for a few brief and smashing weeks in late 1998, a girl named Carla.

I’d try out my woefully unable flirting on her, she’d infrequently laugh, I’d mostly blush.

Then I’d tip the raise of papers into my pouch and conduct out into the cold morning.

My turn enclosed a quarrel of rather ropey building blocks, so I’d spend a lot of time in sharp rises going up and down flicking by the filthy tabloids in my bag.

One day, presumably dreaming by a underline on the Spice Girls (very much my thing at the time), we incidentally posted a Daily Star into the wrong letterbox.

The churlish old shrew squandered 0 time job the shop, outraged, so at the finish of my round, the shopkeeper insisted we go back and broach her paper as promised.

On my way back to the estate, we bumped into the lovely Carla, who’d just finished her much cushier round.

She offering to accompany me as we done the additional drop-off.

In the lift – which honestly stank of piss, and took an age to get to the 22nd building – Carla began kissing and groping me.

It was good – she tasted of strawberry Hubba Bubba.

Having stumbled out onto the scold building (and delivered the paper like a pro), she dragged me into the fire shun stairway, forsaken her Adidas poppers to the lino, unzipped my fly and pulled me into her.

It was brief, urgent, hurried.

I went up that building retard a boy, and came down it a man.

A man with grit on his Reebok Classics.

A case of kin extortion

Guys brief the beans on how they lost their virginity
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Jessica was a posh girl with an annoying family.

Wining and dining her cost me a fortune, deliberation we was only a room gimp at the time.

After about 3 months she sensitive me she was ‘considering holding things to the next level’, but the responsibility was on me to arrange it all out and make certain it was perfect.

My parent’s residence was a no go – silent never left the place, when we were there, and besides, Jessica elite to stay in Chigwell unless positively necessary.

Her large pad was ideal, but her sister – about 5 years older, never kissed a child – took it on herself to cockblock at every opportunity.

After 3 unbroken weekends of sis refusing to leave us in peace, we fundamentally bribed her to go to the cinema.

Knowing full good she was in a position to name her price, the unlucky girl even strongarmed me into treating her pram-faced friends to a post-film Nando’s.

That was a week’s salary for me back then, but worker to my hormones that we was, we gladly handed over the dosh.

At slightest that gave me and Jessica a good 4 hours to go at it.

She bled, which was unfortunate, and all smelled of latex, but we suspicion it was poetic, proposal and even a bit magical. we fell in adore with her.

She ghosted me after that week.


Between villages

Guys brief the beans on how they lost their virginity
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I grew up happy in a tiny Somerset village.

Well, somebody had to.

While all my friends were copping off in fields, we stayed home personification video games.

One girl at school pronounced she was bi and tried it on with me a few times.

As much to close her up as anything, we told her we only favourite men.

Like an angel, she told me about another child in a circuitously encampment who was the same.

She gave me his number, we texted back and forth.

One summer night we met, on a crossroads by a field.

The only light was light – the only soundtrack the washing-machine rumble of the circuitously A361.

We held hands, shared a cigarette, and kindly gave ourselves to any other.

It was his first time too, so we were both clumsy, capricious but forgiving of any other.

Though we never saw any other again after that, we walked home feeling 10 feet taller.

Maybe a few years down the line I’d have gifted my first time at uni, or in a bar or whatever.

I’m blissful it was him, then.

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