Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Memory Lane

I am not sure why but I am feeling nostalgic. All of a sudden. Hmmm…

Anyways, I wanna take you all down memory lane. Let’s reminisce to a time of innocence. Or should I say, loss of innocence. Hheheeh.

Yup, the day I lost my virginity.

It all started with the internet and IRC. Like my stories ever started with anything but the internet and IRC.

I was still new to KL and to the fabulous world of fags. I did not know much but I was introseduced to the IRC by my MIS classmates. So I went to a cybercafe and chatted away.

This was when I stayed in PJ and was studying, right before I left for the States.

I was chatting away but not really hooking anyone until one guy started messaging me. It seemed like he was interested but of course I would not really know back then.

It turned out I had chatted with him once before. He told me that his deepest, darkest fantasy was to get skewered by a chubby guy and since I fit the description, he was willing to come and meet me. He even fit me in between dropping his nieces off for tuition and picking them up again. It turned me on but it also turned me off a bit. Hey, I was brand new at this whole meet-and-fuck deal.

He told me he won’t force me to do anything I did not wanna do but he was really desperate to go out of the house. He was bored and wanted to see me and have a chat.

No harm in chatting right? Okay, before I continue, I must say that I was religiously educated so I was still a bit apprehensive about embracing my True Gayness. Not to be confused with True Fitness.

So I went back home and waited for him to show up. At the back of my mind, I did not expect anything to happen. What are the chances of him showing up? Slim to none. This was when I had very, very, very low self esteem. Not that I am a highly confident woman now but I have bloomed into a lovely young woman now.

Anywho, I was pleasantly surprised when I saw him arriving at my place. Or should I say my dorm. Don’t worry, there was no one around. Everybody’s gone home for some reason. I did not exchange photos with him because I did not have one and I did not know the proper etiquette for internet hookups back then.

He was shorter than me. Quite muscular. Stocky. Seemed like a regular at the gym. Tanned. Malay. He seemed a bit shifty though. Not sure why.

I brought him to my room. He engaged me in small talk. He leaned down on the bed, almost like he was lying down. I could see his muscular chest and tight abs and I was kinda aroused.

After 15 minutes of idle chatter, he asked me if I liked what I saw. Well, duh! He said he liked what he saw too so he stood up and proceeded to strip naked. I was even more aroused. Not with actual hard on but it was more like sexcitement. Also, afraid. Yes, fear was right up there with anticipation.

What? Twas my first time. Before this, my fagtivities were only restricted to masturbation and the occasional cop-a-feels with my hottie cousins. Yes, yes, it’s disturbing but what’s a girl to do with all that pent-up sexual energies? I was back at my hometown living under my family’s tyranny. And I did not even know what’s gonna happen next. I mean, I knew what was gonna happen next but I did not really know, ya know?

I was a virgin and I hadn’t even watched a single porno movie. Okay, gay porno. I saw straight porn before and my eyes always go straight to the guy. Ehheheheh.

Anyways, he went to me and hugged me and proceeded to strip me. He asked again if I was okay to proceed. I was. But I did not know what to do. Stupidly enough, I told him. He laughed. Not sure if it was a ‘God, you’re pathetic’ laugh or ‘Wow, an actual virgin’ or ‘Yay! I get to deflower a tight ass!’ but he laughed all the same. It was a short burst of laughter, not rolling on the floor laughing.

He said he’d teach me what to do. I was like a blank canvas and he was the painter. Since I did not know what to do, I asked him to fuck me. Or do things to me coz I would not know what to do otherwise. He gave me a look that I did not understand…


P/S - please dun hate me but it's a two-parter again... hihihii

1 comment:

  1. C'mon Holden. Stop fantasising about all those synchronised divers (hmmm, two at the same time doing the same thing) and finish the story!

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