How I lost my Virginity….(1)
Well, as a homosexual, I have more than one story about how I lost my virginity. The first time I ever had sex with another guy it was only of the oral variety and he was one of my high school friends. We were really high and really horny (as 17 year-old high school boys are wont to be) and a little game of “you show me yours and I’ll show you mine” ended up with me sucking his dick, him getting off, and then quickly telling me not to ever tell anyone about it ever. The whole affair (this happened on a somewhat regular basis for several years) had that sweet mixture of triumph and shame that is the keystone to modern gay sexuality. I jerked off thinking about it every night. The first time I had anal sex on top was with some guy I met at a bar one night in college. It was over in about 30 seconds and I finally understood why everyone was always trying to get laid but had no clue what they were saying about condoms dulling the sensation. I mean, if being over in less than a minute was dull, I can’t imagine the alternative.
Finally, about a year later, I lost my bottom virginity, the most important of all, to an enormous guy who looked exactly like LL Cool J. It was the first time I’d been with the black man, the first time I’d seen a penis piercing, and the first time I let someone persuade me to do something I didn’t really want to. But I did, and it was great…and painful…and the only time where I felt like something monumental had happened to me. The next morning, as I stumbled out of his poorly furnished apartment and took the train back to my apartment, I felt like a new person, like I had finally seen and done it all, and that I could finally enter into the greater conversations about sex that were happening around me. I thought I had seen and done it all and that he really would call me like he promised. He wouldn’t, and boy, I certainly hadn’t.
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