Before I tell the tale of my lost virginity I must discuss the steps leading up to that. I'm a sophomore in high school. Now that I have a car (a 1960 Rambler) I can concentrate on getting a girl in it. So far, dating had been mostly school dances. I loved the slow dances because you could grind each other on the dance floor. If you were lucky she'd go out behind the school with you and kiss–and maybe let you touch her fully clothed breasts.

My sex life was still masturbation. My magazine collection had grown to mammoth proportions. It was so large I began cutting out the pictures that made me the horniest to save and threw away the rest. I also discovered the Grand Burlesque downtown. Four dollars was the cost of a pretty good strip show. There was a pathetic band that played "Harlem Nocturne" for almost every dancer. There was usually four girls and a comedian. The first three strippers were tired and over the hill. They would robotically perform the dance. Now, the last girl, the star–there was a chance she might be under 30 with enough enthusiasm left for her work to make it interesting. The first three dancers would go down to a g-string and pasties. The star would show her nipples... and once in awhile flash a little beaver. I loved those shows. I wanted to find a way to sneak in a camera so I could masturbate to them later. I was too afraid of getting caught so I never even tried. Besides, who would develop the film. So, I went to strip shows. I collected and looked at dirty pictures and I masturbated. I masturbated anywhere and everywhere I could. I masturbated before school. I masturbated in the school's bathroom. Sometimes I would masturbate in my car driving home from school. I always masturbated as soon as I got back to the house and I masturbated before bed. I might even wake up in the middle of the night and jack off again. I loved it.

That summer I started dating Judy. She was a cute little fat girl with big tits. I met here at the local movie theater where she worked at the conscesion stand. After our first date I parked in front of her house. We started kissing. She was very good at french kissing. She'd suck on my tongue and stick hers deep in my mouth. I was obsessed with her tits. She kept pushing my hand away, but after several dates I wore her down and she would let me squeeze and fondle them. Eventually she showed them to me and let me kiss them. I would lay with my head in her lap and suck on them. I tried to get her to play with my dick but she never would. Once school began again we drifted apart and stopped dating.

I had a part time job by then working at the local Ballpark as an usher.  All the ushers were my age and all we talked about was sex. One guy who I became great friends with decided it was time to get me laid. One night after the game we drove to that part of town where he assured me for ten dollars I could get my dick sucked and for twenty I could get laid. We stopped at a 7/11 first. He bought condoms. I got a Slurpee. I wasn't old enough to buy rubbers yet.

When we got to "that" part of town, we slowly drove up and down one side of the street after another looking at the whores. It took us awhile to decide. My friend did the negotiating. We parked the car and went with one of the whores to a building at the end of the block. She had us wait with several other guys in a small room. While I waited, girls would come out and take a guy into the back. Finally our whore came out. She was wearing white panties and a bra. She took me to another room where I gave a man sitting at a desk my twenty dollars. He told me to go to the next room, take off my clothes and wait. After I undressed she came in the room naked. She was probably in her late twenties she was thin and had pretty good tits. I was sitting on the edge of the bed with my hard dick sticking straight up. She pushed me over and layed down on her back and spread her legs and pulled me on top of her. She didn't do much, but she didn't have to. I was perfectly happy to hump away. I could smell her sweaty armpits and that only made me harder. It didn't take long. It was over, and it was great. My friend and I would come back often. We always fucked a different whore. We fucked black whores. We fucked white whores. We fucked anybody who would take the money. We fucked all summer. I was 16. I was a chronic masturbator and whore monger.

Next: I go to college. Hello New York, the porn capitol of the world.