Disclaimer: Not holding anything back
My first gay experience was beautiful. I had (and this was WAY fast for me) known him for a few days. I called him and he came over. We were at my friend’s apartment, it was a safe date since it was my first gay date(/date in a long time). We watched Cabaret. (My friend was more of a gay guy then I was at the time
) He and I were on the coutch and my friend was in the arm chair. The entire time, he tried to scoot closer and closer to me with out it being obvious. I noticed and thought it was adorable. When he stopped and hesitated if he should go on, I got up, took a sip from my glass, and then managed to happen to sit back down snuggling right up to him. He smiled big. Then his hand did the same thing. It moved towards my hand and caressed it. When his hand stopped with question, I placed my hand in his. Another smile. (I was already finding new levels of Heaven) we just sat there and caressed each other’s hands, arms, chests, . . . lips. He even snuck in a few light kisses on my neck. Then the movie was over . . . we had no idea. When my friend turned on the lights, she blushed. We were in each other’s arms, so comfortable that we were not even aware she got up. Then she asked if we wanted to watch another movie. We said yes, not really caring. It was Mary Poppins. He got up for some water, but when he came back, he laid down on the sofa with his head on my lap. I caressed his hair and he caressed me. I kissed his fingers when they came to my lips and he kissed mine. After awhile, he stopped suddenly. He got up and looked at me.
“Is she asleep?” he asked. He moved over to see and then he turned back at me with a smile. Before I knew it, he took my face with his hands and kissed me. Not only was it my first kiss with a man, it was my first kiss ever. It was great. To make it better was the irony that my first kiss was to “Supercalifrajelisticexpialidocious”. Then he laid back and pulled me on top of him. He was a great kisser . . . I . . . well it was my first time kissing so I could have been much better.
But then I found out that he liked it when I would bite his lower lip, kiss his neck, and play with his nipples. Then before I knew it, my hands were in his pants and I was giving him a hand job. That was short lived as I took him between my lips and felt him firm even more. He got to heavy breathing and then put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me back hard. It was hot. Then he was on top of me. Kissing and undoing my pants. Then he returned the favor, he was good at that too. After about 5 minutes of my eyes learning what the back of my head looked like, I burst in his mouth. After I softened, he got up and spit into the sink and rinsed his mouth. Then he came back to me. We kissed each other to sleep and slept in each other’s arms on the sofa. Romance and beauty was all I felt.
Even though this was not everyone’s idea of a first time, I took it as me losing my virginity. Could explain why I still am fallen for him.
My technical first time was with my third boyfriend. It was terrible. Awkwardness as we changed positions, bad with his hands, clumsy, terrible kisser (way too wet and sloppy), and unimaginative. The only area he was good in was making a hicky on my nipple (it was black for a week). I dumped him about two days after cause when we finished:
1.he was texting and wouldn’t let me see what he was writing
2.he had to call someone and I couldn’t hear it
3.after all that, I wanted him to just want to go away
Had he not done all of that, odds are I would have let him take me again, hoping the second time would be better.
I was shocked that I did not feel like I thought I would. I felt I gave him nothing and lost nothing.
Thankfully, I don’t regret a thing. My first time was Supercalifrajelisticexpialidocious. My other time . . . wasn’t.