I remember my first gay interaction. I was in Milan, horny and bored. I downloaded Grindr and found this tall, skinny German model. I was skeptical at first, but after battling with myself for so long, I finally said, “Fuck it.”
I walked to his apartment at 3 a.m. through the streets of Milan. When I got there, my heart was beating so fast. He opened the door, and the room was glowing pink. There he stood—a tall German twink in a fishnet skirt.
I was nervous as hell. I instantly pulled out my dick. He immediately dropped down and started sucking it. He sucked me for a while, then I could feel his big dick getting hard against me. He got on top and we started rubbing our dicks together through his skirt.
“Fuck, you’re hard,” I said. “Pull it out.”
He pulled his dick out from under the skirt, and it slung out heavily. I was in awe. I stroked him for a while, then he went back to sucking me. Suddenly, he stopped, wrapped his hand around my dick, and looked me straight in the eyes, seducing me.
“Kiss me,” he said.
I quickly turned it down. “I’ve never kissed a guy.”
He said it again, softer this time: “Kiss me.”
We started making out. It was so hot. He tasted just like a woman.
Fuck… I miss him. His name was Thomas, I believe.
Where are you, Thomas?