May 1980: True Confession 1

A little about me before I begin this confession--the first of what I hope will be a series of confessions detailing my wide variety of sexual experiences. I am now almost 70 years old. I am an active LDS member, converted when I was 13, attended BYU, and married in the temple. I am also a sex addict. I began masturbating when I was 12 and haven't stopped. I still masturbate at least once--and sometimes as many as four or five times--a day. I would never characterize myself as exceptionally handsome or a lightening bolt for women. I'm just a normal guy who often found himself in the right place at the right time. I have fucked a few prostitutes and enjoy sucking men as well. So now the confession.

My first confession will be about the second woman that I ever fucked. I don't think I can discuss the first since I was young and hadn't gone to college yet. You know what I mean. The confession could also be called "My First Time with a Prostitute, But I Didn't Pay."

Anyway, I was virginal all through my time at BYU for the most part. I'd jack off when I was alone in my dorm room or in my apartment. Of course there were the times when I would get the urge between classes so I'd go to an isolated bathroom in the basement of the Harris Fin Art Center and relieve myself. So I never fucked in college....technically. Let's say I never fucked in Provo. However, I would occasionally travel to Salt Lake City and go to a XXX theater that was popular in the late 70s but has since closed down. The first XXX movie I watched was Debbie Does Dallas. And, yes, XXX movies are educational. I certainly saw some tips that would help me become a better fuck.

This  confession and my next confession both take place in New York City in the summer of 1980. I am part of a large group of BYU students who have various internships in the Big Apple. We are staying in one of the dorms at Columbia University. As mentioned in a prior post, I have a public image of a quiet nerd who is somewhat socially awkward. At night some of the students would gather in a communal area at one end of the hallway to watch TV. We discovered that one  local talk channel would have advertisements for adult theaters and other products after 10:00. One night I was alone and turned to that station. I saw an advertisement. It said to go to a bar, pay your entrance fee, meet a woman, spend time with her, and the best part....no tipping. A poor college boy's dream.

So I went to the advertised address. I paid the entrance fee. I sat down in the lounge: a bar with a woman dancing in the middle. A group of women sat at a table in the corner of the bar. As I sat I observed that periodically a man would approach the table of women and one would walk with him to an area separated from the lounge by curtains. I realized, "Ah, so that's how we meet women."

I soon decided to make my move. I chose a woman a little older than I, slim, small tits, Hispanic, short hair in a Farrah Fawcett style. We went to the area behind the curtains. I then observed that it was a large area sectioned off by additional curtains that created a bunch of small rooms. We went to one of the rooms. It was barren except for a small cot and a place to hang clothes. As we entered, she turned to me and asked, "So what you got for me, honey?"

It was then that the moment turned awkward. I said, "I got exactly what you want." She looked puzzled then a bit flustered and replied, "No, how much money do you got for me?" I protested, "The commercial said 'No tipping.'" I wondered what was going to happen next.

She then ordered me to get out of my clothes. She got naked as well: small tits, nice brown bush. She then lay down on the cot, spread her legs, and said, "No kissing and no lips anywhere on my body. Come on!" Despite the awkward situation, I was young and hard. I got on top of her and we started fucking. As I fucked her, she moved her hips to meet my thrusts and I thought, "Wow, she's really enjoying herself." I came and she commanded, "Okay, now get up and get dressed." As mentioned, I thought she enjoyed herself and I figured she'd give me a hug or a smile. Instead, after I said thank you, she replied, "You young guys think you can just come here and get a free fuck. Well, get dressed and get out." I then realized that the reason she was responding to my thrusts is she wanted our fucking to be over as soon as possible.

Not the most romantic time; but in actuality, I did learn a lot about fucking, prostitutes, and life away from BYU.