There is nothing sexier than a teenage boy, unless that teenage boy is me and i am completely and utterly misunderstanding the basics of human sexuality. (Wait, i should definitely rephrase this.)
When i was about 17 i was at the height of my sexual frustration. I’d gone through most of the typical teenage phases. Emo, goth, too many chains, hair extensions that cost nearly £200, not enough chains. You know, typical teenage phases. But at 17 i’d kind of settled on a vague cross between Dr. Who and Mumford & Sons, i.e. a lot of thrift shop oxford shirts, tweed jackets and bowties. It also happens that around this time i was around 17 stone and had for some reason decided it would be in my best interests to permanently shave my hair to a number 1. Meaning that i looked kind of like a human toad from Wind in the Willows.
And i was desperate, let me underline that, desperate, to not have sex.
Simply put i was terrified at the idea of having sex, i’d been raised on porn, very awkward sex education, my dad telling me to go out there and fuck everyone, the rantings and ravings of catholic school, my shit bag friends and one horrible experience it’s best not to talk about.
So basically what i learned in this period about sex was that it was wrong, it was vital, girls had to have multiple orgasms, that my friend managed to have sex when he went on holiday and she invited this other girl back to his room he was sharing with his parents, but his parents were out and it was awesome, if you didn’t last for at least an hour then you were useless, and according to my friend if your penis was under 7 inches then you might as well kill yourself.
(still don’t know which if any of these facts are true or false.)
But sex was all i wanted. I was desperate to do this thing that i had convinced myself i would never be very good at. Conflicted mentality. So during this period i did all the normal things that boys do to get girls to like them (Wheelies, drinking coffee after 10p.m., mysteriously sitting in their parents greenhouses chain smoking cigarettes, reading camus, wearing too many bracelets) And sometimes these things, or a combination of these things worked and the girl liked me, which was great and terrifying because it meant there was a chance i could have sex.
And then as soon as i got even close to having sex i would freak out, because as a boy i had to know everything, i had to be a pornstar. And pornstars don’t have insecurities about anything, they don’t freak out when they take their top off about if the girl looks at their back which they’ve decided looks weird.
No, pornstars just stand around in the nude flexing their wieners like biceps, all just like “Hnnh, yeah, I know how vaginas work bro, my wiener is the pickle that the ladies order from the deli and then they take my wiener home from the shop and make a sandwich with it and then they’re like, mmm, damn, this sandwich is satisfying and to prove that i am going to squirt because this is 100% something that happens when sex goes down, it is proof you are doing it right.”
So what happened was about a year of me trying desperately to touch people but not have sex, here is a list of some things i did said to avoid it.
- One time when a girl stayed over and i genuinely said the words “We can’t have sex, because my mum said we can’t have sex, she’s okay with other stuff but she definitely said no sex. No, even if we’re quiet she’ll definitely know.”
- One time i was lying in bed with a girl and she touched my wiener and i jumped out of bed and yelled i have to go to the bathroom, i then walked out of her door and fell down a flight of stairs and her mum came to check up on me and politely ignored the fact i was standing bruised at the bottom of the stairs trying to cover my junk with both hands
Another go to move was just fingering girls because that way i could feel like i did something and the other person had a good time and not have to show them how terrible i was. Now at this point i thought fingering revolved around putting as many fingers as you could inside and then just moving them back and forth until the girl asked you to stop because it was starting to hurt.
Looking back on these fingerings the girls may not have been moaning so much out of pleasure as a kind of defense mechanism to try and get me to just fucking stop. I would go back and ask some of these girls but i don’t want to trigger some kind of vaginal trauma PTSD (I am so sorry).
Anyway, eventually i somehow tricked a girl in to dating me (which was a terrible idea and still is due to how completely out of touch and closed off i am, she was great and probably still is.) And all of a sudden i couldn’t escape sex.
I think the first time i lasted four seconds, and honestly that’s a generous estimate, and i was mortified, i could barely look at her afterwards, i just wanted the ground to swallow me up and disappear forever. I knew porn, i was obsessive about porn, i knew what was meant to happen, and it wasn’t what i’d just done, we kept at it but every time was awful, and honestly it was for years.
It took me years and two very, very patient, almost saintlike girlfriends to help me understand how to do everything right, how to learn to relax and actually enjoy sex instead of being so inside my own head with anxiety that i just couldn’t enjoy anything that happened.
And i guess that’s what i’ve learned from all of this, my penis is no big deal, sex is no big deal, it’s just sex, listen to the other person, ask them questions about their body, no two people are the same and it’s not a bad thing to ask them what they like and dislike, it’s a good thing, it’s a caring thing and it’s not something to be embarassed about, and if you ever just don’t want to? then don’t, if sex doesn’t feel right then it’s not going to be right.