At 17 my only homosexual encounters were youthful experimentations, but there was a bookstore close to home that had a rather large, rather accessible, rather easy-to-steal-from adult section. Usually, I was the one checking out what magazines the other guys were picking up.

One particularly "balsy" day a guy came in while I was browsing. He was about 5'10" or 5'11" wearing a pair of tight, faded blue jeans, classic white t, leather boots and a black leather jacket. Very compact and very muscular, he was bulging out of his clothes in all the right places. Walking directly to the adult section he reached immediately for the latest issue of "Playgirl" and took it right to the cashier.

In my own youth, ignorance and naievete (sp?) I was certain this meant he was gay, which of course meant that he would want to fool around with me. Because as everyone knows, fags are sex crazy and after every guy that will give them a chance. I'm not certain how much of that was going on in my subconcious, or how much of it was just my own 17 year old hormones driving me to follow my dick regardless of potential consequence. Whatever the reason, I followed him out of the store.

Suddenly, it occured to me that he may have purchased the magazine for a female friend that was to embarassed to get it herself. So I called to him.

"Excuse me."

"Yes" he said, looking a little puzzled but definitely intrigued. I could tell by the sudden sparkle in his eye that he liked what he saw.

"Who did you buy that magazine for?"

"Myself."

"Wanna look at it together?"

Well, he answered yes and told me we could have privacy at his house. I followed him home and was there for about 4 hours. We covered all the basics and he really took a long time to make sure my body was ready for what he knew was going to be a first. When he fucked me it didn't hurt at all because I had been so relaxed and prepped. The problem is, I really didn't feel much of anything at all because I was so nervous, scared and confused.

Looking back, I guess it was a pretty ballsy move on my part to aproach a strange muscle-man in the parking lot of a bookstore. And while it was fun, and I learned a lot from him that summer...I just wish my first time had meant something more than physical. But I can't afford too many regrets, so I've learned to let that one go.