Indian Gay sex story — I lost my virginity at 18

Back in High School I had a band. We practiced everyday. After a while, we started getting small audiences, and our practices were little more than free shows. One guy that came to see us often was in his early 30’s. He was always nice to me, and on one cold Afternoon after practice, he asked me if he could give me a ride. I said “Sure, man.” After we started out, he started telling me all the things he wanted to do to me. I had been exploring myself for the last couple years, but I was afraid he was going to try to get me to say something, then he was going to take me out to the middle of nowhere and beat me, or worse.

Something in the back of my head said “Tell him”. So I trusted my instinct and told him I wanted it. He took me to his house, and we began making out. After a little while, he guided me down and I began to give him oral. It was my very first time, and I struggled. He was a bit too big for my mouth. Afterward he laid me on my back, and kissed me Then I felt it begin to enter me, with nearly no lubrication and no condom. I wasn’t worried, he was clean and disease free. I was so nervous though that I was seconds away from having sex with a man, so nervous my legs were shaking.

He was very very gentle at first, working it slowly in and out, then out of nowhere, he started pounding me. It hurt for a few minutes. He put his hands around my neck, not hard, but not soft.  After a while he showed me how flexible I was, he managed to put my ankles behind my head. I’m not sure how long it lasted, felt like a lifetime and I enjoyed each thrust more than the one before.

After he came, he rolled off me, and lit two cigarettes, and gave one to me. We laid and talked for a good while. He made sure to tell me it was a one time thing, his girlfriend just wouldn’t understand, I knew her too, and I knew he was right. He let me take a shower, didn’t want to go home smelling like another man, and sex, My parents would kill, that’s the truth, they would have buried me in the back yard. Anyway, I didn’t see a lot of him after that. He just stopped coming to see me play.

The next summer I moved away as well.