yes it was probably the most akward thirty minutes of my life. they basically told me wait but if you can't wear a rubber

Not really, no. They knew I was smart enough to figure it out without resorting to porn, hearsay and the advice other teenage boys. I don't think it would have helped any, either, at least not in my case.

Yes they told me to have sex as soon as possible and then get rid of them. Kind of like catching a fish. They also told me to make fun of their weight,cup size, and nose.Good advice?

Nope. I only had my mother around, and she had a couple of "lessons" for me and my brother. When I was between 9 and 12 years old (I can't remember when exactly), she gathered us in front of her out of the blue and, very distraught, told us, "I don't care whatever you do in life, but if you ever rape a girl, I'll never forgive you." THAT had a big impact on me; I don't think I was or would have comptemplated being a rapist, but after that day, I definately would not/did not. I remember being too young/naive to know exactly what 'rape' meant, but I knew it had to do with sex, and that it was a negative side of sex. I still do not know what prompted her to say it, nor have I ever asked. I think there may have been a story in the newspaper or on TV. Lesson #2 came when I was about 14 or 15; she had just divorced my stepfather, and had begun dating. I don't know why, but once again, out of the blue, she felt it necessary to inform me that my stepfather had been so well endowed that intercourse was sometimes painful for her. Please don't ask me; I was a kid, and I definately didn't want to hear it! As she progressed dating different guys, all of her motherly discretion seemed to melt away, and my sexual awareness of the sounds of passionate lovemaking and screaming orgasms came from the other side of her bedroom door. I was so uninformed that I didn't know why she was making those noises, and more than once I gingerly crept to the door, knocked and asked, "Mama, are you ok?" She never answered me, and more than once, the sounds continued as if she never heard me. I soon got the message, however, and stopped being concerned; I was more embarrassed than anything else. Lesson #3 came a few months later when she and I got into a big debate about whose responsibility it was to provide birth control, the male or the female. I was still a virgin, light years away from any possibility of ever becoming an unvirgin (I was a nerdy, goofy-looking, skinny, uncool, unhip, out-crowd bookworm who didn't even know how to talk to girls), so all of my knowledge on the subject was sketchy, but it seemed ot me that it the girl could potentially get pregnant, then she should provide the contraceptive. My mother, who had gotten pregnant at age 17 in an era when girls were kicked out of high school for that offense, was adamant that if the boy wanted/wants to have sex with the girl, then he should provide the birth control. Keep in mind, this wasn't a cautionary effort on her part to ensure I didn't get some girl pregnant (she probably saw me as just as nerdy and pathetic as I was); it was a knock-down, drag-out argument/verbal firefight in the battle of the sexes. We never reached any resolution/common ground, we just stopped arguing after a while.