Virginity, my man-boy mate and the building site (a dullboy mini post...or post-ette if you will)

I lost my virginity at age 14 in a field, a few meters away from my then best friend Tony and his girlfriend who were also partaking in a little outdoor loving.

As a 14 year old, pot smoking, skateboarding, Nirvana listening lad I had a good group of friends.

For a little sub story about skateboarding click here

On a generic summer evening in our small town a mixed group of us sat under a large tree in some greenbelt land frequented only by dog walkers and us.  My friend Tony had moved to our town recently and already had stubble on his face; he was a man-boy and claimed to have had sex with two girls already.

As a virgin I knew I had to rise to the challenge and get my game of hide the sausage started ASAP.

Tony joked that we (the only two couples of our group) should “go and shag in the field!”  I didn’t take much persuading and to my surprise my then girlfriend nonchalantly agreed.

We walked across the first small playing field to enter another more over grown field where at least the tall grass would hopefully disguise our white bobbing arses.

The sex was forgettable although it must have lasted for close to five minutes which felt like a marathon for me.  I was a man.  Thank you, come again.

I know, I know...bit of a feeble link to the story line but I like Banksy ok!

We swaggered back to our group of giggling friends and I’m sure my knob grew a bit that day along with my manly pride.

Now we had experienced “plunging into the love cavern” there was no stopping us, we had sex on a building site, on a friends patio while they were in the lounge, in my mums garage, in Tony’s nans garage and also in my bed once too (although that ended in a split condom and pregnancy scare).

The building site experience was pretty surreal, there was a new development of houses being built in our town and we would break into the building site to hang around in the partially finished houses.

We used to meet up and smoke, hidden from the prying eyes of parents and police.

Tony and I decided that one particular house would make a good “shag pad” and planned an evening up there with our girlfriends, we took torches, blankets, a can of beer each and some pot.

Hidden upstairs in the partially built house we came to the sudden realisation that although there was a floor there were not yet any dividing walls....we were going to have to recreate the team effort shared on the day I popped my cherry.

I’ll never forget looking over at Tony reaming his girlfriend from behind while I did the same, he lifted the can of beer and I placed a spliff in my mouth for comic effect....we gave each other a smug grin and a thumbs up and then focused on completing the task in hand.

....of course nowadays I’m much more of a considerate lover and will only occasionally whoop or cheer but never wave to a friend.

My relationship with this girl lasted as long as can be expected with the attention span of a 14 year old.

I still occasionally see her around, she’s fat.