Before I went to university, my father, a military man, was very strict with me. I had a 9 PM curfew every night, which meant I couldn’t hang out much with other boys, especially when they would gather for drinks in the evenings. As a result, I didn’t have many close male friends during high school.
Things changed when I entered university, a sports school filled with energetic young men. On our first night, the four of us in my dorm decided to head to a nearby shop for drinks and BBQ to get to know each other. After a few drinks, the conversation quickly turned to girls. The guys began half-jokingly bragging about their experiences, boasting about how many girls they fucked been with and how skilled they were.
When they asked me how many girls I had fucked, I said embarrassedly that I was still a virgin. They all expressed disbelief, so they decided to take me to a bar to try my luck.
In those days, the Internet was not very developed, and everyone mainly relied on bars to meet strangers of the opposite sex. That night we all drank a little too much and it was a little late. We went to the bar half drunk and didn't get anything.
On the weekend of the second week, they decided to take me to try again. Unfortunately, because I was too shy, two of them took the girl to the hotel, and only the other stayed with me.
Later, there were many classes, and everyone gradually became busy, so they forgot about it. I fell in love with a dancing girl at school, but she was kept by someone, and she rejected me. Others told me that she would get in an old man's luxury car almost every Friday night.
I was angry and sad at the time, so I proposed to go to the club with my roommates. They were all my very good brothers, and they agreed to go together for me who was heartbroken.
So that night, I had my first experience.
Things changed when I entered university, a sports school filled with energetic young men. On our first night, the four of us in my dorm decided to head to a nearby shop for drinks and BBQ to get to know each other. After a few drinks, the conversation quickly turned to girls. The guys began half-jokingly bragging about their experiences, boasting about how many girls they fucked been with and how skilled they were.
When they asked me how many girls I had fucked, I said embarrassedly that I was still a virgin. They all expressed disbelief, so they decided to take me to a bar to try my luck.
In those days, the Internet was not very developed, and everyone mainly relied on bars to meet strangers of the opposite sex. That night we all drank a little too much and it was a little late. We went to the bar half drunk and didn't get anything.
On the weekend of the second week, they decided to take me to try again. Unfortunately, because I was too shy, two of them took the girl to the hotel, and only the other stayed with me.
Later, there were many classes, and everyone gradually became busy, so they forgot about it. I fell in love with a dancing girl at school, but she was kept by someone, and she rejected me. Others told me that she would get in an old man's luxury car almost every Friday night.
I was angry and sad at the time, so I proposed to go to the club with my roommates. They were all my very good brothers, and they agreed to go together for me who was heartbroken.
So that night, I had my first experience.
