Let me tell you guys about my first time, it happened 10 years ago almost to the day.
It was the first Monday of the first semester, just starting out university a fresh, skinny, 5'6", 110lb middle eastern kid on the verge of turning 19. It was my first week of university and I'd just asked a super cute girl out on a date. I was pretty much ontop of the world.
But Tuesday came around and I met her at the on campus coffee shop. It started off pretty well, we talked about our hopes for the future and starting this new chapter of our lives and how awesome it was going to be to have all these subjects together.
About half way through, I realized I didn't like her much. Don't get me wrong, she was crazy pretty, with big brown eyes and a pretty smile, but something wasn't working for me. I didn't say anything but I was pretty weirded out, all my straight friends thought I'd scored big and I didn't want to disappoint them. So I kept talking to her and forgot about all my insecurities.
We spent the next 2 days going to lectures, getting to know the campus and figuring out our way around and I must say it was pretty fun but I still had this weird feeling that this is wrong and I shouldn't be with her in sortof romantic sense. But Friday came along with a bit of a surprise.
I texted her to meet her in the cafeteria and she called me back immediately saying she needs to talk to me about something. That seemed strange, we weren't even a couple yet, hadn't held hands or kissed, just a hug in the mornings and that was it.
So I wait for her in the cafeteria, and she walks in tears on her face, and tells me that she's not going to be on campus after that day, she told me she was transferring to another university where she had been short listed to study optometry and only settled for my university because she thought she hadn't made it in, but got a call that morning that a space had opened and she had been accepted.
We said our goodbyes later that afternoon and as she walked away sobbing, a huge flood of relief swept through my body. I felt alone, don't get me wrong, it kinda sucked. But at the same time I was too relieved about not having to feel that constant anxiety that something was off about her, or about is, but in hind sight is was just about me.
That night I got home pretty early, Friday afternoons were reserved for chemistry practicals, but being the first week all we really did was get to know the lab and have yet another introductory lecture on lab safety and so on so it was pretty quick.
I got back to my apartment pretty early, and immediately had a nap. I woke up at about 5, and suddenly realized that I had made plans with the girl from earlier and now she wasn't there. I called up some of my friends and they'd all gone home to their parents and I was stuck in a new city alone with no friends.
So I did the natural thing, pulled out a banky of weed, rolled a joint and forgot all about that girl and being alone. But I also got pretty horny.
This was a time before grindr and smartphones were just about becoming a thing, so I logged onto a chatting app called 2go, there were lists for teens, singles, over 18's and then right at the bottom, a chat room for gay guys.
At this point, I had zero sexual experience, a complete virgin, never been kissed, never been touched. I was no stranger to gay porn though, and jerked off both straight and gay porn quite a lot, so taking the step to chat to guys was not the biggest leap of faith.
The chat room was pretty fun, guys being flirty with each other and a lot talking about the "new boys" on campus. I didn't chat much back until I saw one message, "21 straight, very discreet, virgin, looking to meet tonight"
I texted him with my stats and said I'm a virgin too. We hadn't even exchanged pics when he asked to come over.
My nerves shot through my system as I texted just, "sure"
Followed by directions to my apartment complex. Anxiety took over, I was nervous and shaking, I didn't know what to expect or what would happen but my dick was rock hard, something I didn't feel once around that girl. But here I was ready to blow at just the thought of having another guy no matter what he looked like in my apartment.
About an hour later he texted that he was at the gate, so I went down to open for him, he drove into the complex in a spicy new ford focus st, I didn't get a good glimpse at him through his window but showed him where to park.
He pulled his car in and didn't get out for a couple minutes but when he did my jaw dropped. He was as short as I was, but stocky, like he'd been playing rugby all his life. He had bright blue eyes and short blonde hair. His jeans were tight and his dress shirt was dripping with sweat, it had been clear that he'd been drinking and partying a lot. But he followed me with an almost tail between his legs look, right up to the second floor to my apartment.
I opened the door and let him in, asking if he wanted anything to drink,
"Water" - he said nearly choking on the word.
His stammering and nerves were getting to him, but this made him all the more handsome and attractive in my eyes.
Thats when I felt my nerves settling down.
I didn't have much furniture in my bachelor flat, just a bed, desk, chair and small fridge. So he sat on the bed looking curiously at me for a bit while I poured him some water.
I approached him with a glass and tried some small talk, he seemed upset and fruatrated. He told me he was a student at one of our sister universities at a neighboring town and was supposed to have a night out with his best friend and a few other buddies but they'd all gone home with girls they met at the clubs and he was alone.
