So, I recently slept with a guy. When I say recently I mean in June. And yes it was the same guy as I mentioned in the previous post I think. He was cute and I haven't talked to him since which makes sense cause I was terrible. I knew it when we were doing it. And now, four guys later I can confirm it.
Before you think of me as a whore, let me just mention that sex is overrated. You expect it to be this fantastic magical thing and just opens up your eyes and makes you immortal. Honestly, it made my dick hurt and the condom was too small and that made me even sadder because my dick had to be limp in order for it to fit in and it couldn't get hard after that. I went with this plan to hook up with the guy and leave before actual penetration but holy fucking shit, he was so hot, I couldn't stop myself. He knew I was a virgin and he was very cautious and I think more scared than I was, but I insisted, and we fucked and it was kinda shitty.
Then I went on vacation (hence the long hiatus for no reason) and luckily Europe is full of attractive gay men who love the ethnic Indian guy. So I hooked up with three guys over there and only two lead to actual penetrative sex.
The first was an Arab who was ridiculously fit and incredibly hot. His dick was kinda small but that didn't matter cause he was the right amount of hairy and a perfect bottom. In the heat of the moment, we didn't use a condom. I felt like it was the stupidest thing I could've done after it was over, but I have you tell you that sex without a condom is so much better.
The second guy was an Indian-Israeli who wasn't much of a looker and kinda short and had a weirdly proportionate body. Except for his dick. That was beautiful. It was big and thick and not curving in the wrong way and hooking up with him was HOT. I wanted to do a runner but I knew how big his dick was and I'm glad I didn't run away. We never got to the sex though because he came too early. Realizing that this is way beneath my league, I ended up doing a runner.
The last one, well he's special. He's the only one who's name I remember. Patrick. A German student, 22, 6'2" and hilarious. I talked to him and laughed and just walked for half an hour before breaking into an empty apartment (story for another time) and doing him in all the rooms. I bottomed for him as well and turns out that I find that exceptionally uncomfortable. We used a small condom (everyone assumes I have a small dick I don't understand why) which made it kinda sad, but it was intense. Having that emotional connection with him really made the sex a lot better than it would've been. After finishing up, we showered together and I really miss him because he was perfect for me.
Three days later I'm back in India on this dry spell that I was sure would never end. Until I found a really attractive guy on Grindr! He was an Indian who lived in California and was staying a night in Marriott Hotel near Iffco Chowk. So I took an auto to meet him, but what I found was a fat Indian with greasy hair. His story was true but his pictures? Probably four years old. Turns out I'm too nice and couldn't actually do a runner so I went back to his hotel room, desperately texting my friend to call me pretending to be my mother asking to "come back home right now". She replied to my text, but never called and I hate her for that and will never be able to forgive her. So he took out his cock and it was decent but [censored material removed]. It was disappointing to the max, but I was so glad it was over within three minutes. Once again, I did a runner.
And now I'm tired of writing my life for the last month and a half so I guess I'm gonna stop here. I'll add something interesting later. Or maybe I'll forget this existed like I had for the last six weeks.
PS: I haven't proofread this because I'm too sleepy so don't kill me for wrong grammar or sentences that don't make sense.
Before you think of me as a whore, let me just mention that sex is overrated. You expect it to be this fantastic magical thing and just opens up your eyes and makes you immortal. Honestly, it made my dick hurt and the condom was too small and that made me even sadder because my dick had to be limp in order for it to fit in and it couldn't get hard after that. I went with this plan to hook up with the guy and leave before actual penetration but holy fucking shit, he was so hot, I couldn't stop myself. He knew I was a virgin and he was very cautious and I think more scared than I was, but I insisted, and we fucked and it was kinda shitty.
Then I went on vacation (hence the long hiatus for no reason) and luckily Europe is full of attractive gay men who love the ethnic Indian guy. So I hooked up with three guys over there and only two lead to actual penetrative sex.
The first was an Arab who was ridiculously fit and incredibly hot. His dick was kinda small but that didn't matter cause he was the right amount of hairy and a perfect bottom. In the heat of the moment, we didn't use a condom. I felt like it was the stupidest thing I could've done after it was over, but I have you tell you that sex without a condom is so much better.
The second guy was an Indian-Israeli who wasn't much of a looker and kinda short and had a weirdly proportionate body. Except for his dick. That was beautiful. It was big and thick and not curving in the wrong way and hooking up with him was HOT. I wanted to do a runner but I knew how big his dick was and I'm glad I didn't run away. We never got to the sex though because he came too early. Realizing that this is way beneath my league, I ended up doing a runner.
The last one, well he's special. He's the only one who's name I remember. Patrick. A German student, 22, 6'2" and hilarious. I talked to him and laughed and just walked for half an hour before breaking into an empty apartment (story for another time) and doing him in all the rooms. I bottomed for him as well and turns out that I find that exceptionally uncomfortable. We used a small condom (everyone assumes I have a small dick I don't understand why) which made it kinda sad, but it was intense. Having that emotional connection with him really made the sex a lot better than it would've been. After finishing up, we showered together and I really miss him because he was perfect for me.
Three days later I'm back in India on this dry spell that I was sure would never end. Until I found a really attractive guy on Grindr! He was an Indian who lived in California and was staying a night in Marriott Hotel near Iffco Chowk. So I took an auto to meet him, but what I found was a fat Indian with greasy hair. His story was true but his pictures? Probably four years old. Turns out I'm too nice and couldn't actually do a runner so I went back to his hotel room, desperately texting my friend to call me pretending to be my mother asking to "come back home right now". She replied to my text, but never called and I hate her for that and will never be able to forgive her. So he took out his cock and it was decent but [censored material removed]. It was disappointing to the max, but I was so glad it was over within three minutes. Once again, I did a runner.
And now I'm tired of writing my life for the last month and a half so I guess I'm gonna stop here. I'll add something interesting later. Or maybe I'll forget this existed like I had for the last six weeks.
PS: I haven't proofread this because I'm too sleepy so don't kill me for wrong grammar or sentences that don't make sense.
