At least, if I did it again, I would still use a condom. I promised myself I wouldn’t do it again. It was both exhilarating and dissatisfying the itch, scratched, was stronger than ever. Then he turned me around and fucked me, coming in about a minute. But when he pushed me onto my knees and pushed his 8 inch cock into my mouth and called me a little “faggot boy,” I knew that this was what I had to do. I was a bit disappointed when I saw him, because he wasn’t as hot as his picture.

I was nervous as hell, knowing that this was something that I could never undo. The first time I did it was in the basement of a building a few blocks away with some guy I met on A4A. Ever since I started cheating on my boyfriend a year ago, I haven’t been able to stop.