My First Time

Someone mentioned to me about the boldness of someone just walking up to me, which reminded me of my first time. Now as a disclaimer, I should mentioned that I did mess around with many of my friends between the ages of 12 and 16 so I'm never quite sure what qualifies as my first time. This posting is about my first time as an adult.

I grew up in New York City. However, I was never gay in New York. Ok, I was gay, but struggling on the inside and very self-repressed, so I never experienced gay New York. As I said in a previous post entitled My Life as a Christian Fundamentalist, the years preceding my first time could be described as asexual, repressed and religious.

Just out of college in my newly adopted town of Washington DC, I came to grips with my homosexuality. Shortly thereafter, I returned to NYC to visit the folks, but decided to visit this Greenwich Village that I always heard so much about. Well, being as green as I was, just walking up and down the street was about all I could've taken on that first night. It was about midnight on summer night. As I was returning to the metro along Christopher St, a black guy accompanied by a friend just stopped and stared at me harder than anyone's ever looked at me before. I was intrigued and stopped, but had no idea where this was going. He slowly walked toward me and as I waited for him to say something he did the one thing that I can remember so vividly until this very day. Without saying a word, he walked up and stuck tongue down my throat. Now this asexual, sexually-repressed young man would've been outraged if I hadn't absolutely melted like butter in his arms. He invited me back to his place, by that point I was helpless to decline, where he became the first man to fuck me. Yes it felt good.

The funny thing is just before going home I had met a Taiwanese guy back in DC that would later become my not-boyfriend, but we hadn't done anything sexual by that point. When I got back to DC just one day later he fucked me too. Welcome to the neighborhood!

Postscript: This picture of me was way younger than my age in the story, but I figured I'd include it anyway.