I never orgasm the first time I have sex with a new partner. Never have, and mostly likely never will. I chalk it up to losing my virginity with a one-night stand from out of town. I only knew his first name, and don’t even know the correct way to spell it. Brian. Bryan. Whatever. Nevertheless, I’ve come away with trust issues, hence my issue with cumming. I never really thought anything of it until one night last winter. I’d met a crush of mine at a party and we were walking back to my place to have sex. In fact, we were talking it about on the walk home.

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He told me, “First you’re gonna cum, then I’m gonna cum.” And I laughed. He did not look pleased.
“I mean, you can try, but I’m not going to. I just don’t cum the first time with someone.” I said it matter-of-factly. It’s my body, I know what’s going to happen. But the look on his face changed.
“Is that right?” He smirked. “We’ll just see about that.”
We had sex. I didn’t cum. Neither did he. We didn’t have sex again.
The following spring, some friends and I were out at the college bars, including a different crush of mine. He and I ended up going back to his place that night. We were having sex, it was a bit awkward for me, his sex face was really funny, when he stopped and said, “I want to make you cum.”
I said, “I usually don’t.” Just a fact.
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He took it as a challenge. So he tried different positions, different methods. Still nothing. He tried so hard, it started feeling like a jackhammer and I had to make him stop.
He came. I didn’t. We didn’t have sex again.
A few months later, I was at a house party where a friend’s band was playing. I met a cute guy, we went back to his place and had sex. Really good sex.
He came. I didn’t. He didn’t ask about it. We had sex again the next week.
The second time around, he asked, “Are you close?”
“No,” I said. “Can we pause for a second?”
We did, and I explained. He understood. He never took it as a challenge. We wound up seeing each other for a couple months, and had some awesome sex. I never came. He always did. But it never upset us. I always really enjoyed myself and I made sure he knew.
I know my body, and I know what makes it tick. I’m never gonna cum from penetration alone (sorry to burst your bubble, bros). It’s going to take a bit of time and effort to get me there, which takes trust. My challenge isn’t my orgasm—I can handle that on my own. My challenge, guys, is trust.