Hello All,
I thought it'd be fun to reminisce and share the details and circumstances through which we all began this hobby! I'm sure our first times are all quite different and it'd be fun to float some stories around.
She wasn't my first mongering experience. I thought that this post just needed some skin to entice some readers. She'll appear in my next thread in the Advanced Members section - How To Lose Your Best Mate in the Philippines (coming soon).
Being an American of half Philippine blood, I would visit the Philippines often, twice a year on average. At age 21, I spent 2 weeks in Makati that would change my life forever. Some friends of mine had decided to pursue college in the Philippines instead of the US. They quickly acclimated to the Philippine lifestyle, and the motherland became their true home.
“I hope you’re ready, we’re gonna get our dicks wet tonight’. I’ll never forget those words. They were uttered on the night that changed my life forever.
It was my mate’s birthday, let’s call him Allan. He’s since then become quite successful in the music industry in the Philippines and would be easily recognizable so I’ll hide his real name. For Allan’s 21st bday, his father took a group of us, about 12 guys to Queen’s Castle in Quezon City. Tequila was flowing and music was blaring. After 30mins of getting settled into the large VIP room, 20+ girls walked into the room for our choosing.
I’ll never forget her. Apple. 22 years of age – the first time I was going to experience sex with someone older than me. She was 5’2” without her heels, shoulder length hair and braces. The medium brown of her skin contrasted perfectly with the greenness of her 2 piece bikini. She had these soft, supple breasts that gave completely when you’d squeeze them in your hand. Her nipples were cold and hard from the A/C and could cut glass if need be. I remember the rush of adrenaline as she unzipped my Gap chinos for the first time, inched her fingers through the flap of my boxers, and took out my penis for the first time. It was a mixture of nerves and tequila that kept me from getting an erection. Those few moments with my flaccid penis in her hand lasted an eternity. I thought, “Am I big enough?” “Am I doing this right?” “What if she doesn’t like me?” Zombie by the Cranberries was the background music.
It all went away immediately. She took me in her mouth and playfully rubbed her tongue against my head. Before I knew it, I was as hard as a rock and she was swallowing my dick whole. Moaning stronger and louder the deeper she went, the vibrations of her mouth exciting me and bringing me closer to my climax. Wanting the moment to last longer I did my best to hold out, until she rubbed my head against her nipple while vigorously working the shaft. In one fluid motion, she took me back into her mouth as I began to cum, all while rolling my right testicle around in her fingertips. She gagged a bit when swallowing my load, but I didn’t mind at all. Before putting her bra back on, she took a shot of tequila and chased it with her Coke.
I stood up, wobbly-legged and completely drained of fluid and stumbled back to the room with my mates. After another round of Jose Cuervo and San Mig Lights, Apple reappeared and sat down next to me, holding onto my arm and not paying much more attention. I didn’t mind as I wanted to focus my time with my mates who had also gotten off with their girls.
After some time, my mate’s dad came into pay our bill. Apple wrote her cell number on a napkin and told me to call her if I wanted some company again. As she left, my mate’s dad handed us all cigarettes and we enjoyed them while finishing our last drinks. Had this really happened? Did this pretty Filipina just suck my dick for money? And nothing else? This wasn’t like with girls in high school. This wasn’t like with girls in college (at least for me). I felt free. I felt satisfied. I felt alive.
Stepping outside onto the street in the Philippines at 4am is a feeling like none other. The heat, the smell, the humidity, the breeze, the noise... - they all seem to intoxicate you more and sober you up at the same time. Funny how that works. As I stood there waiting for the drivers to organize in taking us all home, I lit another cigarette. I took the napkin with Apple’s number on it, tore it into pieces, and tossed it into the wind. I’m a monger now. “I need something new”, I thought to myself. “So many flavors, so many variations… all distinctively different, all familiarly the same.”
Believe it or not, my mate’s dad took us out again the next night to do exactly the same thing. I’ve never looked back since.