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My first and second attempts with my current SO were similar to that and yes, it is performance anxiety. Firstly, I was so nervous that I couldn't get the condom on right (my first time I had sex, the girl I was seeing at the time put the condom on for me, in retrospect, not a good idea) and then on top of that, I just couldn't seem to get inside of her. Eventually I did get in and she was on top and enjoying it. My first time I was able to go and not cum at all, so I'm going off of that information and I speed up and I'm surprised with cumming within a minute of inserting. We're both devastated. We try again the next night, and I just couldn't get inside of her, and yes I performed foreplay on her before both times so it should have been relatively easy. Third time was a charm, mainly because I just said to myself "Fuck this!" grabbed her, threw her over my shoulder, carried her upstairs, ripped her clothes off and had the best sex I had ever had at that point. (Oh, and asked her to help guide me in, when in doubt fellas, ASK, it's not embarassing, she would prefer that you would ask).
Now that I have been with her for almost nine months and have had sex on a regular basis, I'm a pro at it (not the majors yet, but I'm workin my way up there). So fear not, things will get better with time, just keep plugging away.
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"This ain't no Ice Cream Social!"
"Hey Grif, Chupathingy...how bout that? I like it...got a ring to it."
"I have no earthly idea what it is I just saw, or what this place is, or where in the hell O'Malley is! My only choice is to blame Grif for coming up with such a flawed plan. Stupid, stupid Grif."
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