The other night my best friend, CaraMEL and I, were going down memory lane, recalling our wild times in college. She and I had some definite ho activities going on.... smh... lol
Anyway, I started to reminisce about the first guy I attempted to have sex with at college. His name was Byron and he was a Junior. His cousin was dating one of my suite mates so we hung out a lot. I met him outside of one of my speech classes and he and I connected over music and books. He had been one of the drum majors the year before, but had been sidelined due to a foot injury, so he had lots of free time for me.
So, we all went to a game in another town and got a room for the night. He had it all set up really nice. Music, strawberries, Boone's Farm (yes, the romantic-est of grocery store wines) and flowers. I was so excited!!! We got into bed and began kissing and stuff and then he tried to stuff the BIGGEST penis I had ever seen (and seen since) into my 18 year old vagina!!!! I was like, "Ohmigod, NO!" I tried to get him to slow down and do something else, but he still kept trying. I went to the bathroom and put a wet washcloth between my legs. I began to talk to myself and psyche myself up for going back out there. "I can do this... I am a Spartan (got that from NC17)... I have made boys cum at the drop of a hat... My stuff is good stuff!!!!"
I marched back out there ready to put it on him and he pounced on me again. OMIGOD!!!(now if I knew then what I know now, I'd made him lick it or something!!! I was not ready at all-- he was trying to split me wide open!!)
Anyway, I tried to make the best of it but I couldn't. Well, it actually didn't matter anyway... He kept trying to push in and came!!! He was like, "ummm girl, you must have some good stuff, because I came before I got it in." At the time, I was not an expert on sex and my own body, but I knew something was up.
The rest of the night was great. We cuddled, ate and watched TV. He didn't seem mad at all. We didn't really see each other much after that night. No hard feelings, we just didn't cross paths after my suite mate and his cousin broke up.
I heard a few months later that people were suspecting that Byron was GAY!!!If that is so, our encounter made a lot of sense. He didn't try to get some juices flowing down there + he liked it tight= butt wrangler. He was a Junior, at least 21 years old, you would think that he would know how to get a woman aroused.
Now this might not be funny to you, but now, all these years later-- I was dying laughing with Mel. I mean real tears down my face because this was hilarious. I had really just come to the this realization while I was talking to Mel. **This fione upperclassman was probably confused about his sexuality and tried to act hetero with me-- a young, hot in the tail freshman. I thought he was so cool for not being upset that we didn't do the do, but he was not really even interested! Did I turn him gay or did I just help him realize that vagina was not his cup of tea!
I have tried to find out if anyone from college remembers him and knows where he is, but I haven't had any luck.
Has anyone ever had this happen to them? Have you been with someone and then find out that they were gay sometime later? Talk to me...