Knockin’ ’em up!

The first time it happened, I was mortified. The best experience of my life turned around and bit me in the ass, and hard. See, I’d finally gotten laid. And let me tell you, I loved it. The girl wasn’t pretty, nor was she nice, but she seemed to like me and, when I first pushed my hand down her panties, she didn’t stop me. In fact, she didn’t stop me from doing anything. So I fucked her. Twice, sort-of. See, it took me a couple minutes to really get it in, she was really tight and either her hymen was really strong, or I just didn’t push hard enough to pop it at first, but when it finally broke and I sank my dick all the way inside her, I started to shoot. I kept my dick as deep as I could and spurted wad after wad inside her freshly-deflowered cunt. And my dick stayed hard as a rock (ah youth), so after a moment to catch my breath, once I’d shot that fist load, I started to fuck her. I lasted maybe two or three minutes that time. And once again, I shot a huge load of cum as deep inside her as I could. I only got at her once, but I guess that’s all it took. All that bullshit about a girl not being able to get pregnant the first time is, well, bullshit! Maybe two months later, my dad got a call from her dad. Like I said, I was horrified. I wasn’t even fourteen, yet, by the time I turned fifteen, I’d be a father. Fuck! Talk about an emotional upheaval. At first, realizing that there were several people who now knew that I’d had sex was not a thought I was overly happy with. It felt like every one looked at me different now. Like there was something wrong with me. Although in the grand scheme of things, other than several long and boring lectures about being responsible, and not doing grown-up things until I was grown-up, and a month of being grounded, nothing that bad happened. All the decisions were made by our parents (she would go to live with relatives out-of-town until the baby was born, and as soon as the baby was born, it would be put up for adoption), so really, other than the fun part, I was not involved. Then, as the rumors started to spread, one of the totally cool, older boys came up to me one day and said, “You really knocked-up that Smith girl?” And when, blushing and not able to look the older boy in the eye, I mumbled that I had, he replied, “Way to go, little stud! Never would have thought a runt like you would have it in you.”
That changed my life. See, I was a little runt. That guy who was never good at any of the ball-games, smart, but a bit of a smart-ass, who usually didn’t have a lot of friends. I was the kind of kid who didn’t get much respect from my peers, and considering we moved around a lot (dad had a hard time keeping a job) it was that much harder to make friends. So when the older boy gave me a pat on the back, I really felt good about myself. I didn’t care that he was congratulating me for doing something that was completely irresponsible and immature didn’t matter to me. If I’d never gotten laid, that guy would have never spoken to me.
So is it a surprise that the next time I was able to get a girl alone (this girl was a couple years older than me–I was now fourteen, she was fifteen–the first girl was my age), I fucked her. She wasn’t a virgin and she didn’t really want to do it. But, being the stud that I was, I talked her into it.