Gay Sex Stories
Lost Virginity

We all have stories and here is just a quick one: The first time I had sex was the most wonderful experience I had. Who am I kidding? It was horrible! The person I lost my virginity to was a guy by the name of Luis. I still remember how he smelled and looked like because he was my “fantasy” man. He had the perfect skinned tone, green eyes and not to mention he was hung as a horse. He was supposed to be my knight in shining armor and he was supposed to be MY boyfriend. The only form of communication between us was by text which was okay with me. He eventually convinced me to have sex with him. I was a virgin at the time and I felt excited but nervous because I was always taught to save myself for that “Special” person. I ignored that and I had sex for the first time with this man. He told me he loved me and that we would be boyfriends. Once the deflowering was done I was no longer any use to him. He just got up from the bed, left and never said a word. I felt like shit but, I also felt liberated. My sexual side was awakened and I was no longer that scared virgin that feared the pain of a penis penetrating my body. After that Luis and I regularly had sex and the last time we had sex I did the exact thing he did to me: once I was satisfied I got out of the bed and left. Not a single word was spoken, but I felt liberated once more. I am now an active gay having sex with people and of course I am safe, but sometimes things just happen. 

Who would have thought….

Gay sex is a SIN. I heard my professor say this in my lecture today. Many of the students laughed and many agreed. I just sat there in shock thinking to myself how narrow minded this old man was. So I stood up and left my lecture because I could no longer stand his narrow mindedness. As I was walking out I noticed another student leaving as well. He smiled and we just sat outside talking about how offend we were. 

Turns out that he is gay and he found that remark offensive as well. We just talked for hours and by the time I knew it 4 hours passed and I invited him out for lunch. He said yes and off we were. We ate and we discussed common issues such as politics, religion and money which are things that should not be spoken on first dates, but I wasn’t on a date…or was I? 

I was completely confused after our lunch “date.” At first I thought I was reading to much into it until I recived a text and he wanted to take me out to dinner. Of course I said yes not only because I wanted to go out to eat with him, but because he offered to pay. We went out for sushi and later for ice cream. I got the courge to ask him if we were on some sort of a date and he said of course we are. 

The rest of the date was a blur because all I can specifically remember was going into his apartment. Going straight for his bed room and the rest is obvious. We had SEX and not just regular sex but the sex in which one has a mental orgasm. Yes mental orgasm are the best. Who would of thought that my day would have ended like this. The anger I felt towards that hateful remark was gone and now I was surrounded by “LOVE.”