Losing your virginity is the same as applying for a job you really want, but don't have experience for.

The dilemma with that scenario is, how do you get the job that requires experience if no one will give you any? To many of the loyal readers here at bedroom insider I say, "You are not alone".

When I was 16 years and living in Columbus, Ohio, I was dating a girl on the cheer leading squad who had just broken up with her football player boyfriend. He was a stud and I knew he was no virgin, so I had tough cleats to fill. Needless to say, at that age it was all very surreal and it was as if I was living someone else`s life.

Here is what happened. I realized my place. I was not a big football player but was very cute and had many girls interested in me even though I had never scored a touchdown in or out of the bedroom. Liz (real name) was simply trying to nail me to make the guy jealous. Sad but true, if Mr. Football knew how it really went down, he not only would not be jealous he would have laughed his ass off.


Three Strike Rule

Liz was patient at first, but it was no secret she wanted to get down to business. Like most men, I did not want to sabotage myself, but I might as well have worn a t-shirt that read "too late". The first strike came at her house. Her brother coincidently was in college and had a rep for having a temper.

In round one, we made out on the couch and she made my dick harder than a totem pole. However, when I took my pants off I lost my erection immediately. I got dressed and moments later her Neanderthal brother comes drunk through the door. Thank god I did not get it up! Strike two came at my house when my mother was out on a date and my shit head brother wasn`t home. I was primed!

It all starts the same as before, kissing on the couch with some heavy petting (mostly panting) and some groping. She says, "I am ready". In my pants, my dick is hard enough to cut diamonds, but when I removed it from its holster, I thought I was watching the movie, "Honey I Shrunk the Penis".

The third strike was the blow that would be heard around the world. This was my third shot with Liz the cheer leading nymph and my last. I was visiting my aunt at her home a few blocks from Liz`s parent`s home. She came over during "prime time", while my cousin and aunt were watching television.

She and I disappeared into the back bedroom where Liz broke the sound barrier removing her clothes. She said, "Get undressed". She told me that if I was naked when I had an erection instead of dressed it would make the difference. I stripped and we made out for almost 15 minutes before she gave up.

Then she dropped the hammer that told me my problem. As she dressed herself, she asked, "Are you a virgin?" I was quiet for a moment and replied, "Yes". She let out a sigh of relief and said, "Thank god, I thought it was me".

NOTE: Times have certainly changed - we never once discussed protection - birth control or otherwise - those were the days!


On The Job Training

I knew the moment Liz left my aunt`s home that two things were quite evident. First, I needed to lose my virginity ASAP (as soon as possible). Second, there was no time to wait, it had to be by what ever means possible. During that year, my family moved to California, it was time to get some on the job training. Being the new kid from Ohio, I knew my chances of losing my virginity by 20 were getting slimmer by the day.

I have always been a bit of a maverick in my life and this next venture would be no different. I needed to "cross over", I needed a professional. I had a couple of good buddies that were treated like outcasts from the Buckeye State as well that had something in common with me. Over a few illegally pimped beers we established we were all virgins. This was my calling and I knew it. All the virgins out there could hear my cry miles away, I screamed, "LETS GET A HOOOOKER!!

I have always known that there is "strength in numbers" and clearly we were the three musketeers of "not getting any". It was pivotal for me to close the deal, I was reaching a ripe old age of 18 and had put others virginity on the line as well.

We saved for a couple of weeks and then took a "road trip" to Mexico. Baja California is a peninsula south of the border and west of Mexico proper. It is home to Ensenada, which sees an endless supply of Californians coming to party. This place was our "ground zero". We shopped for an hour or so and then there she was. A beautiful late 20`s caramel skinned senorita.


Clocking In

Here I am in Mexico 1 ½ years after my 3 strikes with Liz hovering over a Latina hooker that is 10 years older than me with big tits. The rerun began, we kissed (not with tongue) and heavy petted until my crotch was hulking mad. This would turn out to be no rerun, I was a little buzzed on beer and very horny.

She pulled my pants down to find a broom stick waiting to do some cleaning. She put the condom on me and that was my first "dog style" experience. If you are wondering what year this was, just remember, Mount St. Helen`s never erupted, that was me!

You can say whatever you want about how impersonal and cold it would be to lose your virginity to a hooker and I will disagree 1000%. At least I did not lose it to someone who would end up hurting my feelings or worse; use me.

It needed to be done, and I did whatever it took to do it and get on track to leading a fulfilling sex life. If you have not lost your virginity by the time you are twenty, then you`re in some pretty bad shape and it`s only going to get worse. Go to Vegas, get an escort, and get it over with it. Love is love and sex is sex. You will find more of the latter than the former throughout your entire life. Once you`ve lost your virginity, you`ll feel the weight of the world taken off your shoulders and you`ll find that the next time you get laid will be a lot easier.