licenseartistic September 2007 Prompt 004.
Title/Prompt: September 2007 Prompt 004. “Don't worry, it only seems kinky the first time" -- Author Unknown
Character Dr Robert Chase
Fandom House, M.D.
Word count 334
Rating R (for non-graphic sexual references)
Disclaimer I do not own the character of Dr Robert Chase and am making no profit from this journal. The character of Dr Robert Chase is owned by Fox and is the property of Universal Studios. No harm or copywrite infringement is intended.
This, undoubtedly, could describe my first same-sex sexual encounter to a tee. Bravado pseudo-confidence wasn’t getting me anywhere, although I did try to act like it wasn’t my first time. You can convince yourself of just about anything at sixteen. I’m not even specifically certain to this day what triggered the suspicion in my head that I was bisexual. It’s not like I just woke up one day thinking ‘Whoa, I might like guys too’. I think it was gradual, although there was nothing gradual about my first physical encounter with a guy.
It was memorable, though. Not in a hearts’n’flowers, dotting-i’s-with-love-hearts way. More like a painful, clumsy, should’ve-given-it-more-thought way. The guy was nice enough, even though he couldn’t stifle a huff of laughter when I blurted out my inexperience just as his hands were going to make it to second base. So much for male bravado. I swear, my voice went up about ten notches as I tried to swallow away the inevitable fear of the unknown. I was certain my first time with a girl wasn’t ever that stressful. I’d gone in with a false confidence, sure that magazine after movie after erotic novel after sexy poster had given me enough experience to pull it off (no pun intended). Really, guys are quite the deluded dorks during their teens, and I was right up there on the ranking board.
So yes, what I lacked in experience and true confidence, I made up in curiosity and eagerness. It all went down hill from there, really. I had no idea what I was doing, it most certainly did seem kinky and the fact we were doing it in the back seat of a car left me feeling like I was a naughty kid stealing the last cookie from the jar. I limped walked away absolutely convinced I wasn’t gay, bisexual, or anything of the sort and was never, ever going to sleep with a guy again…
I got my first boyfriend three months later.
Character Dr Robert Chase
Fandom House, M.D.
Word count 334
Rating R (for non-graphic sexual references)
Disclaimer I do not own the character of Dr Robert Chase and am making no profit from this journal. The character of Dr Robert Chase is owned by Fox and is the property of Universal Studios. No harm or copywrite infringement is intended.
This, undoubtedly, could describe my first same-sex sexual encounter to a tee. Bravado pseudo-confidence wasn’t getting me anywhere, although I did try to act like it wasn’t my first time. You can convince yourself of just about anything at sixteen. I’m not even specifically certain to this day what triggered the suspicion in my head that I was bisexual. It’s not like I just woke up one day thinking ‘Whoa, I might like guys too’. I think it was gradual, although there was nothing gradual about my first physical encounter with a guy.
It was memorable, though. Not in a hearts’n’flowers, dotting-i’s-with-love-hearts way. More like a painful, clumsy, should’ve-given-it-more-thought way. The guy was nice enough, even though he couldn’t stifle a huff of laughter when I blurted out my inexperience just as his hands were going to make it to second base. So much for male bravado. I swear, my voice went up about ten notches as I tried to swallow away the inevitable fear of the unknown. I was certain my first time with a girl wasn’t ever that stressful. I’d gone in with a false confidence, sure that magazine after movie after erotic novel after sexy poster had given me enough experience to pull it off (no pun intended). Really, guys are quite the deluded dorks during their teens, and I was right up there on the ranking board.
So yes, what I lacked in experience and true confidence, I made up in curiosity and eagerness. It all went down hill from there, really. I had no idea what I was doing, it most certainly did seem kinky and the fact we were doing it in the back seat of a car left me feeling like I was a naughty kid stealing the last cookie from the jar. I limped walked away absolutely convinced I wasn’t gay, bisexual, or anything of the sort and was never, ever going to sleep with a guy again…
I got my first boyfriend three months later.