Straight Male / 50
I couldn't find a better category so I settled for this one. Really, I do not hate anyone. It's just, as you will discover as you read my confession, that I have been lied to by some best buddies and friends but as it turned out, the joke was on them.
Okay, I wrote a comment to a past confession by some woman, mainly the comments made to that confession. Guess it got to long for Adult Confessions so they deleted it from right under me. I write it here as a confession. Anyway, the author was discouraged with sex because she believed all women should be submissive to all men, even a comment said the same thing. I objected, saying no woman is compelled to submit just because the man thinks so. But most men want you to believe they are the master of sex and attempt to lie to make you believe it's true. So following is my proof of this.
I was in the military at the time, young, early 20's, home on furlough. My buddies were telling me how hot this one senior in high school was. Her name was Jean Holcomb. I had never heard of her. So the next night I attended a high school basketball game with a friend. As we walked down by the court searching for a couple of empty seats I was almost tripped by one of the girls sitting on the front row. Accidentally I'm sure. Then the next afternoon, after school was dismissed, I was sitting in a local café sipping coffee and chatting with the waitress, who is my cousin.
She kept looking at a booth behind me and I, inquisitive, turned my head and saw 6 school girls sitting, chatting, and sipping sodas. One was looking at me. Each time I looked back she was still looking/staring at me. She was as cute as any girl I have ever seen. Shortly she got up to leave. As she walked out the door I asked my cousin who she was. She said, "Jean Holcomb. Why don't you offer her a ride home??" Need say no more.
I jump up, go out and start my car, and drive to the curb by her, roll the window down and ask if she would like a ride home. She didn't say a word, she was in the car beside me immediately. I often teased her with other friends that I never even got the window down and she was in the car before I spoke. Anyways, on out way I tried to make a date for that night but her reply was that she had too much homework and couldn't. But she did accept a date for the next night to attend an out of town basketball game. The next evening, after I had been having day dreams about night things I drove to her home. I knocked on the door and there answering my knock was the most beautiful gal I have ever laid eyes on and she was dressed in the most beautiful and revealing dress I had ever seen. I just wanted to grab her and squeeze her tightly. But, I escorted her out to the car and we departed for the ball game we were dating to attend. I had a hard time keeping my hands off he but since this was the first date and the ball game came nest, 30 miles away, I maintained my compose.
Upon arrival at the game site and finding a parking place, like the gentleman for which I am I walked around and apened the door for her exit. I reached for her hand as she demounted my car, I closed the door and put my arms around her and squeezed her tight. She responded. I bent down, yeah, I'm a good 7 or 8 inches taller than she, and gave her a big kiss. Again she responded enthusiastically. What was running through my mind?? Yeah, that my buddies were right about her. So, we enter the gym, I paid the small admittance and we found a good seat. We held hands the entire game which to me was boring, I wanted to get out of there, and I felt she had like feelings.
After the game I opened the door again for her, kissed her before she got in, closed the door and then mounted myself. On our way back to her hometown I did ask if she wanted a bite to eat, no. Something to drink, no. So, instead of driving direct home I drove to this huge lake nearby where the moon was shining brightly and reflecting off the lake. Immediately she was in my arms and we were madly kissing. I suppose we fell in love at this very moment. I tried, believe me I tried hard, but no way was I going to get into this beauties pants. I just imagined that this being our first date she was playing hard to get
I dated her every night while my furlough lasted. Only once, we were again parked by the same lake, I was trying my hardest but making no headway. She was at the stage that she loved for me to feel her nice and firm tits and even let me pull some hair from her pussy as a remembrance. I kept that hair in my wallet window for the longest. Her beautiful picture was directly behind the hair. But, after trying every thing I could but failed, I cranked up and started for home. Upon arrival she did confess to me that she was happy that I stopped when I did because she was almost ready to submit. WOW!
Okay, so since we both were so madly in love I proposed to her and she accepted and was all over me with kisses and hugs. The only draw back was she was in her senior year with only about 3 and 1/2 months before graduation. We set late August for our wedding. Her school principal tried to talk her out of the marriage since she was an honor student and wanted her to go to college under a scholarship but once he learned she was marrying me he stopped trying to talk her out of it. He had thought she was marrying this dude she had dated a few times who was also in the military. I never knew he was that fond of me altho I was a well respected sportsman on his baseball, basketball and football teams. I tell Jean that I'll never forget my graduation day when he and my homeroom teacher escorted me to the front door feeling so remorseful and sad that I was leaving, he told me, Joe, I really hate to see you go but he pulled a 38 cal revolver from his vest pocket and said, "But if you don't leave I'll use this." LOL, joke.
Alright, lets finish. Jean and I were married on Aug 30, held a small reception at one of her friends home afterward and then rushed out for out honeymoon cabin which I had rented in advance. That is when the shock came. She was a push over, I removed ever stitch of her clothing, felt her beautiful body all over, carried her to the bed, laid her down, removed all my clothing and noticed that her eyes got bigger and bigger and she stared at my rock hard dick. I lay beside her, massaged her body all over, even her pussy, while kissing and sucking her beautiful tits that stood tall. Finally I crawled on top of her and tried to enter her with my hard dick, her legs spread wide, she with a frown on pain on her face. I never got more than 2 inches in I'm sure before I shot my load. After a shower we are both back into bed taking over where we had left off before. This was a repeat, I could not enter her because of the pain I could tell she was in. This happened again with the same results. I was petered out. But I don't believe she ever reached a climax/orgasm. We went to sleep in each others arms. The next morning we got up, showered and dressed to leave because we were to attend my family reunion. On the way there I was teasing her. I asked if it hurt the first time and she smiled and said, "Yeah". Did it hurt th second time I asked, again "Yaeh". Then I asked if it hurt the third time and like a recording, "Yeah". Again I looked at her and asked, "Do you think it will hurt the fourth time?? She looked at me, smiled and said, "It's already been the fourth time." So I told her I was glad she kept count because I was too busy trying to get that frown off her face and make her enjoy it. She squeezed me and said, "It might take time." And at that point my mind reflected back to what my friends had led me to believe and said to myself, "Those are a bunch of lying bastards." But I decided I needed not confront them and tell them they were liars because I figured they already knew that.
Two days later we departed for my home station and the apartment I had already rented.
Now, 38 years later, we are still together and enjoying our sex several times weekly. I will say one thing about Jean, I can't recall her ever refusing me sex, many times she is the one to initiate it. It di take me a while before I could get her to give me head but when I finally succeeded she looked at me and said, "If I'd know it was that wonderful I'd been doing it since our honeymoon."
So, back to the beginning, women do not have to be submissive to the men. I wonder if Jean had been submissive from the first dte, would we be married today. I don't think so. How many do you know that ever got married after having sex anytime they wanted it. Probably a very few.
But my military service took me clear across the country where we retired and remained because we had raised 3 children who were married and raising children of their own. We are stuck and I can't look my buddies in the face and say, "You lying SOB's, she was virgin on our wedding night."
Okay, I wrote a comment to a past confession by some woman, mainly the comments made to that confession. Guess it got to long for Adult Confessions so they deleted it from right under me. I write it here as a confession. Anyway, the author was discouraged with sex because she believed all women should be submissive to all men, even a comment said the same thing. I objected, saying no woman is compelled to submit just because the man thinks so. But most men want you to believe they are the master of sex and attempt to lie to make you believe it's true. So following is my proof of this.
I was in the military at the time, young, early 20's, home on furlough. My buddies were telling me how hot this one senior in high school was. Her name was Jean Holcomb. I had never heard of her. So the next night I attended a high school basketball game with a friend. As we walked down by the court searching for a couple of empty seats I was almost tripped by one of the girls sitting on the front row. Accidentally I'm sure. Then the next afternoon, after school was dismissed, I was sitting in a local café sipping coffee and chatting with the waitress, who is my cousin.
She kept looking at a booth behind me and I, inquisitive, turned my head and saw 6 school girls sitting, chatting, and sipping sodas. One was looking at me. Each time I looked back she was still looking/staring at me. She was as cute as any girl I have ever seen. Shortly she got up to leave. As she walked out the door I asked my cousin who she was. She said, "Jean Holcomb. Why don't you offer her a ride home??" Need say no more.
I jump up, go out and start my car, and drive to the curb by her, roll the window down and ask if she would like a ride home. She didn't say a word, she was in the car beside me immediately. I often teased her with other friends that I never even got the window down and she was in the car before I spoke. Anyways, on out way I tried to make a date for that night but her reply was that she had too much homework and couldn't. But she did accept a date for the next night to attend an out of town basketball game. The next evening, after I had been having day dreams about night things I drove to her home. I knocked on the door and there answering my knock was the most beautiful gal I have ever laid eyes on and she was dressed in the most beautiful and revealing dress I had ever seen. I just wanted to grab her and squeeze her tightly. But, I escorted her out to the car and we departed for the ball game we were dating to attend. I had a hard time keeping my hands off he but since this was the first date and the ball game came nest, 30 miles away, I maintained my compose.
Upon arrival at the game site and finding a parking place, like the gentleman for which I am I walked around and apened the door for her exit. I reached for her hand as she demounted my car, I closed the door and put my arms around her and squeezed her tight. She responded. I bent down, yeah, I'm a good 7 or 8 inches taller than she, and gave her a big kiss. Again she responded enthusiastically. What was running through my mind?? Yeah, that my buddies were right about her. So, we enter the gym, I paid the small admittance and we found a good seat. We held hands the entire game which to me was boring, I wanted to get out of there, and I felt she had like feelings.
After the game I opened the door again for her, kissed her before she got in, closed the door and then mounted myself. On our way back to her hometown I did ask if she wanted a bite to eat, no. Something to drink, no. So, instead of driving direct home I drove to this huge lake nearby where the moon was shining brightly and reflecting off the lake. Immediately she was in my arms and we were madly kissing. I suppose we fell in love at this very moment. I tried, believe me I tried hard, but no way was I going to get into this beauties pants. I just imagined that this being our first date she was playing hard to get
I dated her every night while my furlough lasted. Only once, we were again parked by the same lake, I was trying my hardest but making no headway. She was at the stage that she loved for me to feel her nice and firm tits and even let me pull some hair from her pussy as a remembrance. I kept that hair in my wallet window for the longest. Her beautiful picture was directly behind the hair. But, after trying every thing I could but failed, I cranked up and started for home. Upon arrival she did confess to me that she was happy that I stopped when I did because she was almost ready to submit. WOW!
Okay, so since we both were so madly in love I proposed to her and she accepted and was all over me with kisses and hugs. The only draw back was she was in her senior year with only about 3 and 1/2 months before graduation. We set late August for our wedding. Her school principal tried to talk her out of the marriage since she was an honor student and wanted her to go to college under a scholarship but once he learned she was marrying me he stopped trying to talk her out of it. He had thought she was marrying this dude she had dated a few times who was also in the military. I never knew he was that fond of me altho I was a well respected sportsman on his baseball, basketball and football teams. I tell Jean that I'll never forget my graduation day when he and my homeroom teacher escorted me to the front door feeling so remorseful and sad that I was leaving, he told me, Joe, I really hate to see you go but he pulled a 38 cal revolver from his vest pocket and said, "But if you don't leave I'll use this." LOL, joke.
Alright, lets finish. Jean and I were married on Aug 30, held a small reception at one of her friends home afterward and then rushed out for out honeymoon cabin which I had rented in advance. That is when the shock came. She was a push over, I removed ever stitch of her clothing, felt her beautiful body all over, carried her to the bed, laid her down, removed all my clothing and noticed that her eyes got bigger and bigger and she stared at my rock hard dick. I lay beside her, massaged her body all over, even her pussy, while kissing and sucking her beautiful tits that stood tall. Finally I crawled on top of her and tried to enter her with my hard dick, her legs spread wide, she with a frown on pain on her face. I never got more than 2 inches in I'm sure before I shot my load. After a shower we are both back into bed taking over where we had left off before. This was a repeat, I could not enter her because of the pain I could tell she was in. This happened again with the same results. I was petered out. But I don't believe she ever reached a climax/orgasm. We went to sleep in each others arms. The next morning we got up, showered and dressed to leave because we were to attend my family reunion. On the way there I was teasing her. I asked if it hurt the first time and she smiled and said, "Yeah". Did it hurt th second time I asked, again "Yaeh". Then I asked if it hurt the third time and like a recording, "Yeah". Again I looked at her and asked, "Do you think it will hurt the fourth time?? She looked at me, smiled and said, "It's already been the fourth time." So I told her I was glad she kept count because I was too busy trying to get that frown off her face and make her enjoy it. She squeezed me and said, "It might take time." And at that point my mind reflected back to what my friends had led me to believe and said to myself, "Those are a bunch of lying bastards." But I decided I needed not confront them and tell them they were liars because I figured they already knew that.
Two days later we departed for my home station and the apartment I had already rented.
Now, 38 years later, we are still together and enjoying our sex several times weekly. I will say one thing about Jean, I can't recall her ever refusing me sex, many times she is the one to initiate it. It di take me a while before I could get her to give me head but when I finally succeeded she looked at me and said, "If I'd know it was that wonderful I'd been doing it since our honeymoon."
So, back to the beginning, women do not have to be submissive to the men. I wonder if Jean had been submissive from the first dte, would we be married today. I don't think so. How many do you know that ever got married after having sex anytime they wanted it. Probably a very few.
But my military service took me clear across the country where we retired and remained because we had raised 3 children who were married and raising children of their own. We are stuck and I can't look my buddies in the face and say, "You lying SOB's, she was virgin on our wedding night."
