Would You Like Some Kool-Aid

For Sam...

My first homo experience is not very fun. It was quick and ultimately ended badly. Here's the story:

It was a regular chilly fall evening in NY. I was a freshman in college and like every other college guy, very horny. A kid that lived down the hall from me, a cute tan Sophomore, had taken a liking to me, and would invite me to sit with him outside on the steps while he smoked his cigarettes. We would talk about nonsense and harmless flirting would ensue. I didnt tell him i was gay, but I knew that he in fact was. He was the president of the gay straight alliance thing on campus so it was no secret he took it up the butt. Since I had yet to be with a guy, I still considered myself straight. And I acted as I was, still making out and having sex with girls after being wasted at parties. But on this chilly night, a conversation on AIM took a turn for the weird.

This boy started coming on to me and invited me down to his room for a blow job. I turned down his advances but as he grew more and more persistent I finally decided to let him. I was extremely nervous as any boy would be. So I changed into some Nike workout pants so that I wouldnt have to have him have issues with any belt for my jeans. I walked down the hall sweating like a pig. I stood outside his door for a moment, took a deep breath, and knocked. He answered the door casually and invited me and I took a seat on his couch. We chatted for a bit and asked me if he could take my pants off. I obliged. He slid my pants down so they were resting at my ankles and lobbed my dick in his mouth. After a few minutes I didnt understand why they quite say that gay men give the best blow jobs, because he wasnt all that great, and I had much better from random whores I would take home from a party. Nonetheless, after 10 minutes or so getting some head and me having the nervous shakes, I finished, he swallowed, he pulled my pants back up, walked over to his fridge and pulled out two kool-aid boxes and offered me one. I said no and sat on his couch awkwardly trying to have conversation.

I left. Walked back to my room and actually felt bad and sad that I didnt save that for a boy who I actually liked. But whats done was done. And thats how I lost my homosexual virginity so to speak.