I remember the first-time I got laid when I was a teen...it was back in 1980. This slutty chica was about a year younger than I was...she was babysitting out in the countryside, so I needed wheels to go see her. My brother had a car, but being the prick he normally is...he wasn't going to let me borrow it...then I told him..."this chica wants to fuck me...come on...this could be it" I pleaded. Had I made any other excuse, I don't think he would have agreed...but getting laid back in our teenage years was a big deal...especially the first-time. He threw me the keys with conditions...I had to tell him all the details and also top-off his tank.

I'll never forget making-out on the livingroom floor. She kept insisting that we go use the bed (she had fucked other guys before and new better), but I wanted to fuck her in the bean bag chair...so I did. I was so fucking horny my first-time that I ignored the pain in knees. Carpet burns...and bad too. The next day in gym class everyone asked how the hell did I fall down? I wore those carpet burns on my knees like a badge of honor.

In college my buddies and I called our little group "The Cherry Poppers" because we each in short succession deflowered a few Freshman co-eds. And being like-minded guys, we were competative...soon we started competing to see who could get laid by as many new co-eds as possible. The college bar scene was our hunting grounds and being athletic good looking guys...we did well. And, of course, we gave each other shit for fucking ugly chicas...you know...the kind you'd rather gnaw your arm off instead of waking-up to the next morning.

After college I joined the military. Being career minded I tried to clean-up my act. But, that didn't last long. I was sent to the Philippines. Being a single guy, within no time I was humping Filipinas left and right with reckless abandon. After only a few months I totally lost track of how many Filipinas I fucked...but I was getting laid at least every or every other night and sometimes multiple times on Saturday and Sundays because I'd start in the early afternoon.

By the time I departed the PI I had an unquencheable thirst for women...then it all suddenly stopped. I got married. Though I suffered massive withdrawal sysmptoms...I made it from what was daily and routine mongering to suddenly stopping cold turkey...and for many years.

After separating from the military I was employed with a military contractor...when an opportunity to move to Panama popped-up on my radar screen...I took the job...not really thinking that I would be entering prime mongering grounds again.

Yet, being a married man who did and still does love his wife...I couldn't help notice how sexy most Latina women were...they literally dress like sluts with plunging necklines, extra tight t-shirts, and tight skirts. In no time I was horny for new pussy having gone cold turkey for so long.

Being married, I could not simply take-off at night to go to a club. Nor if I did pick-up a chica...I couldn't take her to my apartment and wife. So, I struck-up a conversation with a local and gently eased into a conversation about women. I couldn't believe my ears when he started telling me that prostitution in Panama is legal at the licensed massage parlors.

Then one day I made an excuse with the wife to go run a few errands. I drove my car to a safe location in the city far from my apartment, parked, then flagged a taxi down. I remember it was pouring rain and the a/c in the cab was actually very cold. I told the driver I wanted to find a woman to get a massage. This taxi driver absolutley spoke no English, but then finally figured-out the word "massage" as I immitated massaging with my fingers.

The cab driver drove me all the way back through the city and I began to get nervous as we actually turned on to the street where my apartment was located. "Wholly shit, I thought...I drove all the way to the otherside of the city to park my car and there is a place just around the corner from where I live...go figure?" Just a few short turns around the corner from my apartment we pulled-up to a Japanese MP call Tchitsu Massage (it closed maybe 6-months after I found it).

Man-o-Man...my heart was pounding as I walked to the door...it had been literally years since I mongered and it was very likely that this would be the first-time that I actually cheated on my wife since we had married.

I entered the massage parlor with my cab driver in trail to collect his kick-back. My driver talked with the MP manager, then the manager asked me for a fee...I don't recall how much I paid...I literally had a couple hundred on me, not knowing how much a fuck cost in Panama. But, I probably over-paid. I think I handed him a couple of $20s.

The manager motioned for me to enter the next room where all the women were...I recall that there were perhaps 4 or 5 women. I entered the room, the woman sat-up in their seats looking at me. Being a titman I selected the woman who appeared to have the biggest jugs.

She smiled and stood-up, then invited me to follow her. Together we entered one of many private massage rooms in the back. There in the middle of the room was a massage table. Instantly I began to think, "Oh man, maybe this is a legitimate massage place...how will I know if this chica will not become upset if I suggest she and I have sex?"

My MP chica asked me to take my clothes off and climb-up on the table for a massage. Being inexperienced, I unbuttoned my shirt first and took it off. Then I stood there like a deer caught in headlights. The MP chica motioned for me to take my pants off too. So, I pulled my jeans and socks off...standing in my underwear I sought some dignity and wrapped a towel around my waste. I climbed on to the table and lay face down.

My MP chica talked to me in Spanish...of which I could understand nothing. She giggled a little, obviously amused that I was completely inexperienced at this. Then she climbed up on to the table and gave me a great massage.

Soon I was relaxed and I attempted to ask her some basic questions, such as her "nombre" (name). I asked her how old she was...all I knew to say was "anos" (years)...she figured-it-out and said a number in Spanish...I couldn't understand, so she flashed all 10 digits twice followed by a 4..."ah, 24-years-old".

I asked her other things...but our communication was very poor. I started to worry how the hell I was going to ask her for sex, when she suddenly and bluntly asked me..."Sexo?"

I nodded my head and asked how much? I think I paid her $60 or $80...I don't recall and I really didn't care.

I pulled the money from my wallet and laid it down. She unbuttoned the front of her, I want to say uniform, because she looked like she was wearing a nurse uniform...but it was more smock-like. She stripped down to her panties and bra. Yes, she had a nice set of tits and I was eager to see them.

For as nervous I was, I didn't have a problem getting an erection...I was tent poled already in my underwear as I watched her release her tits with a pop of the snap on her tight bra...then she slipped her panties off revealing a fairly hairy pussy. She had a couple of condoms in her hand as she climbed on to the table and she motioned for me to let her put a condom on me.

Wow, I was excited and yet very nervous as I climbed on top of her. With really no foreplay to mention of, the tip of my dick naturally found it's way to her pussy and I shoved it in her and started pumping away. Fucking a different chica for a change felt very different yet very pleasing...she simply was a bigger woman than my wife...not fat, but heavier with big full tits. I busted a nut quickly...maybe only 5-minutes or so...but, it felt good to cum with a different woman for a change.

As soon as I came, I wanted to get out and get safely home again without getting caught. It seemed I couldn't get dressed quickly enough. I said goodbye and made my way to the door. Meeting eyes with everyone as I left, I felt like a bank robber fleeing the scene.

Outside it was still raining. My cab was still parked by the curb...waiting for me. Running through the drops of rain, I tried to make myself as small and unassuming as possible...I was naturally afraid of being spotted by someone I knew.

I jumped into the cab and my driver gave me a knowing smile. Suddenly I realized I didn't know how to tell the driver where to take me to pick-up my car...again...on the other side of the city. I pointed and told him in English...finally he picked-up on the word "return" (retorno) and he drove me back to where he had picked me up.

Now as I look back upon my first experiences...the awkward big "first-times" I chuckle. Life is definitely easier with experience, and this is probably why I enjoy sharing my experience with others to help them successfully and safely monger.

AJ

My first real mongering experience was in Amsterdam.
Although I did my share of non-pros in Rio when I went to school there, I never really had to pay for it.

A matter of fact at 19 I thought I would never pay for it. So the entire 9 months in Rio I knew about pro action but never really needed to or desired to partake.

Then in 1996 or so I was on a business trip to the UK. I wanted to go somewhere for the weekend so I decided to try Amsterdam. I wanted to see the famous Red Light District.

It really is an amazing sight. I would suggest you go just for the experience. The girls are cold and uninterested but the idea of going into a tiny closet with an exotic girl was very enticing.

My first girl was a German. She was probably in her mid to late 30's and I was 30 as well. The sex actually was pretty good considering there was absolutely no kissing, DATY, or anything else unless paid for.

Funny thing, I had a chance to go back to Amsterdam in 2000 (after several mongering trips to Rio, BKK, Costa Rica, Moscow, and others). I walked around the Red Light District again and actually found her.

This time she looked a little older but she still was very nice looking. I made the decision earlier that year to marry my girlfriend (now my ex-wife) and I figured I would stop where I started....with the same German woman in Amsterdam.

Well that didn't work!

As you have seen from my posts, I have gone on several other trips and eventually divorced. Now I'm moving to Medellin at least part time next year.

Sniper

Your story and timing are amazingly similar to mine (the Amsterdam part).

I was assigned to a project in the UK in 96. I made a weekend trip to Amsterdam to explore. Did the red light thing. Eyes wide open. I cannot remember the first girl. While it was fun, the mechanics of it did not really turn me on.

Later that night a taxi driver told me of the sex clubs. He took me to Chatterly's. I was the first one there. I could not believe the quality of girls. I took a girl and went to the room. Started with a great jacuzzi together and unbelievable sex. I was hooked.

Soon I was planning regular weekend trips to Amsterdam. My colleagues wondered why I never hung out in London with them. I had to make up a lot of excuses.

My routine would be to get to Amsterdam early. Check in and walk to the Red Light district. Find a girl for a quick encounter to get the edge off. Then something to eat and a nap for the night. I soon moved up to going to Yab Yum. The high end of the sex clubs. Although it was expensive, this was pre Euro.

I soon had regular girls there and was good friends with the bar staff. I would have drinks for a couple of hours. Chat with many of the girls and then take 1 or 2 up for a great session. Finish the night in the bar with more drinking and dancing. It was clearly a fantasy world for me.

This may have been the beginning of the demise of my marriage. There was no way this could be replicated at home and I started to plan more travles.

I have not been back to Amsterdam in many years. Now tht I take mogner only vacations I am usually in the Latin America or South America. But one day I would like to go back.

I've only done the Red Light District, never a sex club.

It sounds like the FKK clubs in Germany or perhaps a Terma in Rio.

Is that accurate?

I have not been to either FKK or Brazil termas but have read about them. I would say the Amsterdam set up is a little different.

Went to Gold Key, Elegance, Chatterly's and Yab Yum. Each varies in price and atmosphere, but approach is the same.

Cover charge to enter. Includes open bar for you all night. All types of drinks, not just "well". Girls can only drink non-alcoholic or champagne which costs extra. Multiple levels of champagne pricing. I usually did not buy unless it was in the room. Girls all dressed well, but do not approach you. You must invite them over. Pricing for sex if fixed by the club, but as always services vary by the girl.

Once you hook up with a girl you pay in advance for 1 hour and proceed to a room. All rooms have jacuzzi. Beverage servce is also available in the rooms. Very relaxed and enjoyable atmosphere. Phone rings to alert completion of hour. You can then opt for longer.

Because this was the first time I experienced anything like this I was enthralled. Now after visiting many places and reading about others I know this is not a unique experience. But it is still very good and I would love to go back.

One thing I do like about Amsterdam is the pure variety of girls.

If you want African, they got them.
If you want Latin, they got them.
If you want Eastern European, they got them.
If you want Asian, they got them.
If you want fat, thin, girls with big tits, girls with little tits, chicks with dicks (ew!), they got them.

Some of the best looking girls in the world I have seen were in Amsterdam.

The Dutch are some of the most perverted people I have ever met.

My only problem is that GFE is non existant in the Red Light District.

Are you saying that at these clubs, GFE is possible?

How much did you pay for an hour?

The FKK clubs were 50 Euros an hour when I was there a few years back. GFE was possible and they always did BBBJ's, DATY, and DFK. I was even able to do Anal a few times.

Never in Amsterdam.

My son is 15 and wants to go to Amersterdam REAL BAD; now I know why.........kid is destined to bang a few hookers for his first experience.........he's been in trouble for selling porn at school since 7th grade! I don't know much about this place but from wht you guys say it sounds amazing for a vacation monger spot.

Elim

The atmosphere in these clubs is totally different than the RLD. Definitely GFE available. I only like the RLD for a quick release of tension during the day.

The girls in the clubs were a mix of Dutch, Eastern Europe/Russian and a few African. Usually 7 and up. Yab Yum was mostly 8 and 9's.

Because you can sit and have a drink with a girl, talk, bathe and then have sex, the GFE develops. I always had DFK, DATY, BBBJ. Never pursued Greek. Naturally as I became a regular at Yab Yum, I got the nice guy reputation. Had a lot of great GFE and several doubles that I would let one girl initiate.

It was not cheap but I made a whole night out of it. This was pre Euro. The entrance fees varied from $15 - $25. The hourly rate varied from $75 - $125. However, the reports I have read said that prices skyrocketed after the Euro conversion.

Elimgarak - Your son would have too much fun. I have been to some of the regular night clubs as well. They are out of control. They go all night and then there are huge after parties. Too much for an old guy like me. The only downside is the presence of drugs. Marijuana is legal and there seemed to be a lot of other drug use amongst the youth as well.

Elimgarak

There are several places that your son would have a much better time than in Amsterdam. Even with the sex clubs in Amsterdam, you can go to something exactly the same in Rio for 1/2 the price.

But the variety in Amsterdam is the greatest. I mean there is something for everyone.

The Euro really messed up all of Europe for awhile. A lot of places (even stores and hotels) had trouble keeping prices down. Things have calmed down a bit.

I have not been to an FKK Club for a few years but I think 50 Euro was the going rate at that time.

My first trip to Rio in '86, I met a divorced black gentleman in his 50's who brought his only son (around 14 y/o) to Rio for vacation; and to get his cherry broken!

He hooked him up with a 15 or 16 y/o working girl, who took his cherry. What a luving DAD!

I think if my father did that for me, I would have never gotten married.

Would have saved me 2 time visit to the divorce court of California.

I believe he should have his first sexual experience as I did, with a girl friend he builds up some time with in relationship.......shit, kids these days are getting BBBJ from their friends who are girls in their schools simply in the back room at a party. To them it is like kissing.........SHIT! I was born too damn early!

The whole monger thing is for the seasoned of us IMHO..............maybe we can appreciate the GFE now and then, but even now and then we realize the folly of fucking girls in their 20's. They want stuff for giving us their beautiful bodies and sexual energy/attention; sometimes we feel like giving it to them and sometimes we don't. It all depends on how much we have had in the past and how much we just get bored of this routine after a while.

I used to be very serious about sex; Ever hear that Billy Joel song,"All you want to do is dance?" "......and you didn't get any unless you went steady and made out for a year." I was a child of the early 70's for my first sexual experiences and I grew up with this. My first sweetheart and I were emeshed sexually, emotionally, and in many other ways from the time we met at 13 until the time we finally split up when I was a Junior in College at 20. I only had her for all those years, and we grew and learned about life together, however dysfunctional this may have been..........but when I saw the options at college all that changed, as it did for her........I went fucking nuts with girls after we broke up, and fucked over 50 just that following year......upwards of 300 until I finally settled down and got married. I do the monger thing now just to keep myself amused and from getting too bored. But in all seriousness the ripe relationship I have with family and wife could never match sex, and new sex with some girl in her 20's who was just born when I was on my honeymoon. For me its a no-brainer. As men, we need to keep the pipes clean............we need to puruse, and keep ourselves occupied with other relationships sometimes. This is only healthy. But we also want intimacy; that deeper connection which is possible with a woman that only can come with time, and has absolutely nothing to do with sex. It is quite a balance to maintain, but IMHO we all have to find that balance to be sane, and the thresholds/boundaries of these relationships are all dependant on our own life situations and comfort zones.

I have heard of Dad's who get their son a hooker on some Bday for their first good fuck, but I do not subscribe to this, and do not believe it is healthy. Shit, these fucking teens today are so disconnected..........the art of conversation and luring a girl to the back seat of your car or your den sofa when your parents are asleep is becomming more and more lost with each generation. Now they just text each other..."Hey you wanna fuk....cool, come over!" They don't even bother calling each other any more! I am trying to teach my son that he has to develop his arts to approach girls/women to get them interested in HIM without the use of his wallet.........I try anyway.

Let him learn what it is all about! Get personal....find her interested.....move in.....fuck like bunnies and get romantic......be in ecstacy for a while (don't have kids for a long while).......get into family life.......eventually learn you need more...........

Did I miss anything?

Elim

When I was a horny teen I would have thought it great if my dad bought me a woman...but fathers who do this are really setting low expectations for their sons...it is the same as "throwing them the fish rather than teaching them how to fish for themselves".

Growing-up I didn't have money to buy women, so, in order to get laid...I had to use my own talents...I soon discovered that I literally had to "talk their pants off." Through trial and error I improved my ability to "charm" a woman...very much as it was portrayed in the movie "Ground-Hog Day". Numerous times I felt like I was "almost" there only to have the chica suddenly call it a night and walk-out on me. Then after waxing my carrot by myself that evening...I'd figure-out what I said or did wrong and try to improve.

By the time I reached my mid-20s though I was routinely successful. I became confident that if given the opportunity to have a quiet conversation with most any woman my age...I could eventually talk her pants off...well, most of the time. There are a few hard cases I was unable to crack...and that was probably good because it kept me in-check...it reassured me that getting laid is not always guaranteed...therefore, when I did get laid, I was and still am very appreciative. This is probably why when I fuck whores, I treat them nice...as if I earned them and their sexual favors...rather than bought them. This probably explains why I often make friends with them and continue seeing them again and again.

No...I think that if I ever buy a woman for anybody...it would be to treat a seasoned buddy who has already refined his ability to talk the pants off a woman.

IMHO...as soon as young men become self-aware of their urges...they need to figure-out how to get laid using their wit rather than the wallet.

Then when they are successful or by exception they just cannot get laid because they are handicapped...then they can choose the easy path...whip-out the wallet and get their toes curled.

AJ

My son has this "rock-star" fantasy going on at present AJ. He keeps joking with some of his buds about "buyin da bitches." Just a phase I know, and he is a cute kid so he does have girls interested in him at his HS. Every time I drive him/pick him up I have to hide the fact that I get boners watching the seniors go by........fucking dirty old man that I am, but at least I admit it! The tight jean look is coming back on the young girls and I am happy for my son for this. For years now it has been that dumpy "don't give a fuck what I look like" image that I am happy is changing. In the 70's and 80's we all wore tight shit and worked on our bodies to look hot.........maybe that style is coming back and these kids will actually get their heads out of their asses and start working out.

You couldn't be any more correct AJ. When you are young playing the game is so much a part of your life, that IMHO it ain't worth living without it. That dynamic of young love conquest is what fuels the young libido; I used to love fucking girls in my car or in the bathroom of the bar/dance place; I also used to love the ones who gave you a challenge and made you wait, but it is always nice to have an easy one or two to call while you are waiting for Miss Perfect to get wet between the legs. One of my favorite things to do was to fuck the X-girlfriends of my rivals, or just other guys who I thought were total assholes........then of course I would let them know about it. Ahhhhhhhh, youth! My kids think I am such a straight laced guy, it is funny.

I have a friend who was fucking his girlfriend while riding his motorcycle through those cliffs in San Fransisco coming from Marin county (you know that winding road?) It was a warm summer night and they were fucking on the beach below. They just never put their pants on, he sat on his bike and then she sat on his dick, and they rode that way riding and fucking on the bike for over 30 minutes! I always thought that was fucking awesome! They guy is a physician now in Sacramento and we are still good buds after 25 years.

I could never compete with that experience, but I have done my fair share of stopping elevators for a great quick fuck; also the dressing room at Sacs Fifth ave in NYC; during a Broadway play in the last row, and then once again at intermission behind a curtain in the balcony (full house by the way) Leaned one over a balcony in Cancun and fucked her brains out on new years day 1990 to ring in the new year.........those are my claims to fame! Anyone else care to share?

Elim

Come to think of it, when I was in my teens I got hooked-up with this chica at a party. She and I both didn't have wheels, so when the party ended I walked her home. On the way to her home we decided to duck through some bushes and into some old man's backyard. There we dropped our blue-jeans and started to fuck on the grass in the dark. I was about to bust a nut when I heard, "What the hell!" Suddenly she and I were caught in the home owner's flashlight beam. Ooops! We both jumped to our feet and started running away...both of us pulling up our pants as we stumbled away. She and I ran maybe a 1/2 mile laughing our asses off before we stopped and started walking again.

I eventually got her to her home and she snuck me up to her bedroom where I finished fucking her in her bed. Just to top the night-off in valiant form, I departed through her bedroom window, onto the garage roof and down a tower TV antennae (this was before cable).

Ahhh, to be young again servicing young vixens...

AJ

Great story!

You reminded me of a similar one. When I was in my late 20's I took a seminar trip to Clearwater FL and rented this HOT AROC convertible. I met this okay looking girl on the beach, but the pickings were slim and I was horney; aparantly so was she!

I took her out that night after making some chit chat on the beach; we got drunk and I started telling her I worked for the CIA just for the hell of it. I was only fucking around but she started to believe it.........so like the asshole I was in those days I kept playing into it. Somehow unbeknowingst to me this got her even hotter and she started blowing me in the car right after dinner. She told me she was 22 and on vacation with her parents at their condo in Clearwater, so we couldn't go there to fuck........no problem, lets get a hotel!

So off we went and I was just beaming with delight in the fantastic sex night that was supposedly upon me.........but she had a request; I was a bit scruffy and with my Italian wire brush beard she requested I shave. I dropped at a local 7-11 and got all the necessities for when we got to the hotel, and we took off. Only one problem though.............it was some kind of special racing weekend in April ( I guessed there was a race track around there somewhere ), AND THERE WERE NO FUCKING VACANCIES ANYWHERE TO BE FOUND!!!!!!

Now can you imagine this!? It was so fucked up I can't even beging to describe! She was playing with my cock in the car the entire trip through this hotel area......I kept running in with a boner pleading with the people to at least give me a room, ANY ROOM, for an hour or so; I'd even slip them some extra cash for christs sake! Just let me fuck this girl before I explode! But no; no one had a room and one guy even suggested I just bring her into the back and fuck her in his office for $50. I mentioned this to her and this put her off a bit.....so I left that topic quickly to keep this mood stimulated, but it was seriously starting to decline.......she stopped playing with my dick as we rounded the 10th or 11th NO VACANCY sign.......and then finally a break! We walked around this small hotel to ask for a room, and there was no one there, but an open door to a "show studio" or office or something like that! PERFECT! We hopped on the bed and began getting into it; I am eating her pussy, and 10 minutes into the deed we hear people walking toward us and coming to the room. Well, she freaks and jumps up, pulling up her panties, and I put on my pants. Not a second later these two guys come walking in with a pizza; "Can we help you?" He asks suspiciously. Uhhhhh, yeah, I say, you have a vacancy? He just looks at me coldly and says NO! So we scoot out of there as quickly as possible with them starring at us the entire time. I thought he might write down my plate no. and call the cops, so we pealed out.

SO then I pleaded with her that we just fuck on the beach or something but she said she did not want to get a sandy ass, and she was not into fucking in the car.......problems problems! So I am ready to just call it a night an try some other time, but she insists we go up to her parents Condo and fuck on the couch while they are sleeping. Okay I figure......not such a bad idea if they stay asleep. So we get into the place, and you are not going to believe this, its a fucking STUDIO CONDO, with them sleeping in the bedroom area separated only by one of those bead doors from the 60's. The couch is literally 15 feet away from this area, and both the father and mother are snoring away. She tells me they are very heavy sleepers, and I can tell she has done this before with some asuredy. She then goes for my cock like a vulture and starts sucking and biting. She takes off her clothes and we fuck like there is no tomorrow on this couch with these parents snoring louder than our sex noises. It was actually pretty cool, and we fucked this way for about a half hour.............

She was leaving the next morning so we could not get together for round 2; I lived in California and she in Boston, and we vowed to keep in touch. 4 months later I made plans with her after some great phone conversations, deciding to visit her at her flat in Boston for a few days. She picked my up at Logan, and when I got back to her place I expected a great round like that night in the studio condo. But no. After I put my moves on she started complaining that I was treating her like a prostitute and that I shouldn't expect sex just because I came all this way to see her........FUCK! THIS BITCH IS WAKED AFTER ALL! This was all I could think, and now I was here for 2 days. She then went off on me for telling her that story about the CIA and that she believed me. I told her it was only a joke but she couldn't get over it.

So we just talked and hung around Boston for 2 days, trying to warm up to each other but it never materialized into anything. I kissed her good-bye a few days later and left for home, never speaking to her again.

Guys, so much of a great sexual experience IS MADE IN THE MOMENT.............This moment is all we ever have, so enjoy it and don't ask too many questions before it blows off and you've lost your chance.

Elim Garak