Archive for May, 2011
A Slap on the Wrist
Posted by One Gay at a Time in Gay Dating on May 3, 2011
2 months after meeting Broadway, he finally asked me to come out with his friends. One of his cast mates was closing on his apartment, and he invited me to come along as his guest for the closing party. This was a big development. Before this, I had never met any of his friends.
I heard a lot about this friend. He was one of Broadway’s closest friends at work and his dance captain. It was really nice finally putting a face to the stories. He is one of the sweetest guys I’ve ever met; just very genuine and good-hearted. He showed us around the apartment, and when the majority of everyone else arrived, we headed up to the roof.
Throughout the night, I spoke with everyone who was there. They had a fair amount of questions for me, especially since I was one of the few there not in “the industry.” I felt they accepted me with open arms.
Broadway was talking to friends about an upcoming bachelorette party he was planning for a close friend. The bride was really interested in pole-dancing, so they agreed to take a class before heading to a bar to round out the night for the party. I interjected that an old friend of mine taught pole-dancing classes at Crunch gym professionally. I volunteered to reach out to her to set something up.
Following that night, I sent her an e-mail. She was actually someone I had hit on while riding the LIRR out to the beach in Long Island one summer day. We kept in touch since. I started explaining that I was gay, before getting into the real reason why I was e-mailing her. I said, “My boyfriend is planning a bachelorette party and wants to take a pole-dancing class.”
When she gave me her response, I forwarded the email to him. At the end, I added, “I referred to you as my boyfriend when asking for her help. I hope that’s ok?”
This is when I got a real punch in the gut. He responded back to the email with the following:
A,
Thanks for the number. Once I get going today I will look at their rates and see what I can do for this silly party
I really enjoy hanging out together and being in your life and you in mine. However, I don’t want to mislead you into thinking I’m ready to enter into a relationship, which is what in my eyes calling someone a boyfriend entails. I’m a complicated soul when it comes to entering into relationships, I hope we can have a proper discussion about this but thought I would at least share where I am at.
Thinking of you,
Broadway
I took a step back and thought about it. When gay men can’t truly marry, “boyfriend” can take on a meaning much closer to husband at times. I was a little disappointed I had no easy way to refer to him. I was really enjoying spending time with, but I understood where he was coming from.
I took what he said as a learning experience. I didn’t need to put a label on what we had. Nor will I in future relationships. All I had to do was enjoy it. And that’s what I did.
Handing in My Gay V-Card
Posted by One Gay at a Time in Gay Dating on May 2, 2011
I struggled with covering this topic so early in my blogging, but it fit in the timeline now. While I never get deep into specifics, if you are uncomfortable with the topic, I suggest you stop reading further through this post…
Something that always scared me was losing my gay virginity!
I mean, I’ve seen penetration in porn more times than I can count. Still doesn’t mean I had any clue what to expect. I was also never one to play around the back door — Never really an area of thrill for me, so it remained neglected. You also hear stories of girls popping their cherries and the pain they felt — I had a feeling that it would be similar for a guy.
I can’t recall how far into the relationship we were when penetration finally occurred. A little over a month maybe.
We decided to spend a night at my place. It wasn’t planned or anything we discussed specifically ahead of time. It just sprung from the passion of the moment. He took charge since this was my first time and obviously not his.
He was a very good candidate to take my V-card. Well hung, but not something that scared the sh*t out of me.
I tried to just relax. I have to say, it went much smoother than I expected. No searing pain. An interesting feeling having your prostate poked for the first time, I must say. This is where the pleasure stemmed — not the actual insertion itself. It certainly wasn’t my favorite part of sex (I love foreplay most) but still enjoyable. I felt closer to him than ever before. The care in his eyes made me feel at ease.
The next morning, we flipped, and he let me have my way with him. Big weekend for me! Two firsts in a matter of hours… I definitely enjoyed this more than receiving. While this became the typical horizontal arrangement, we shared all aspects of sex with each other over time.