Chapter Two
Second Chance
I spent some time thinking whether those few thrusts of my limp d**k into Christina’s p***y could count as popping my cherry. However, I concluded that I must be a man and stop deceiving myself with shameful lies just because it is difficult to face the truth. I established the boundaries firmly and concluded that I can enter the world of men only when I combine erection, vaginal penetration and ejaculation. Something like a holy trinity of the cunt that baptizes boys into adults. If Christianity has it, why wouldn’t the female s*x organ have it? The difference is that when you, say, join your fingers and make the sign of a cross with faith in the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit, ending with an amen, most likely nothing particular will happen. However, if yo
