It feels weird writing down a true story as opposed to the fictional stories I’ve written. Then again, all fiction is fused with some truth, so maybe this won’t be all that different. Ok, so rather than write about my first time, I thought I would write about one of the best sexual experiences I’ve ever had.

It happened shortly after high school graduation. I had just turned eighteen and I thought I could conquer the world. I was so ready to get out of my sleepy hometown and off to university to study art and design. I was single, attractive, and young with a little over two months of absolutely nothing planned. That should have been my first sign that it would be an interesting summer.

The first few weeks went by uneventful. I hung out with friends, went to movies, shopped, and did all the regular teenage things, which quickly got boring. I was restless for some fun and action. A few months back I had gotten a taste of my first sexual experience with a man when I was in NYC visiting relatives and I was itching to do some more experimenting. However, not really being out at the time and living in a tiny town, that was hard to do. That’s when I found myself cruising the local chat rooms on the web.

The Internet opened up a whole new world for me, especially after I put a picture on my profile. I was getting plenty of invites to do all those not so nice things I was longing to do. I met quite a few of the guys for lunch or coffee to see if we hit it off and, with a few of them it was nice, but they were all just brief encounters, at least until I met Eugene. From the moment I met him I knew he would be different from all the other brief affairs I had encountered. For one thing, he was seventeen years older than me, although he did not look it at all. He was a music director for one of the largest churches in town and I thought that was so risqué. He was charming, smart, elegant, and knew just the right things to say to make me feel like I was the only person in the world.

We met for lunch at the only gay friendly restaurant in town. I had never been so he insisted on taking me there. I met him a little after noon. I can still remember it vividly; he had on a tight black shirt, a pair of crisp khakis, and black sandals, not at all what I expected a man of the church to wear. My first impression of him was that he was attractive, but it wasn’t until we sat down that I fell head over heels for him. He was such an engaging guy. The way he would look at me and smile made me feel warm and tingly inside. I was also surprised how easy it was talking to him and how flirtatious I could become under the right situation. After lunch, he told me how he wished the end of lunch hadn’t come so soon. I melted right then and there. I didn’t want the date to end either and told him so. He suggested I follow him back to his place,