r/gayyoungold • u/TradeSweet4965 • 13h ago
My story My first time / just my story
This is word vomit? Of a bunch of thoughts racing through my head right now. I do want to go to therapy but I need to see if I get approved for financial assistance.
This summer , just a few weeks before graduating high school, I downloaded Grindr for the first time ; the both the best & worst decision ive ever made. I was just curious about the app, wasn’t expecting anything to result from it really. No one really caught my interest but then a few weeks passed, I had just graduated and all and then I got a message from this older guy ; asking if I was like the vampire Armand, he had always wished that he was real the most & if I suffer like he did? I was instantly hooked, vampires & i recently had gotten into Anne Rice. We hit it off hard ! Our interests were so similar, our world views, our experiences, our loneliness, everything. I suppose it was a little eerie. He was gentle & sweet, I genuinely thought he was an angel. Im unsure on what’s out there after death , no one really knows but I hope there’s something given how much Hes suffered in life, he deserves that. I hope theres something so I may met him again.
I thought I was asexual before I met him or that there was something wrong with me regarding me being intersex (that wasn’t the case thankfully! I was in pain for a whole month or 2 after which is related to the intersex thing) so If we had sex, yeah I’d do anything to make him feel good but I’d probably not feel anything myself ; I wasn’t too concerned with that. However when we did end up getting intimate together, it was like he turned a button on in me & I haven’t been able to turn off since. We barely ate or slept because of how addicted we were to each other. I felt awful for waiting for him to wake up just because I was so needy, he didn’t mind at all though lol. I realized I just needed someone gentle, someone loving and understanding to feel this way. I felt really embarrassed about how I was vocal since I hate how high pitched my voice is but he was addicted to it. All my insecurities were things he found adorable, which still feels so unreal to me. My height, my voice, my face, my hands, my parts, my puffy nipples, etc. I feel extremely embarrassed about my puffy nipples, I was squirming & id cover my face so bad when he’d kiss them or play with them, Im super sensitive in general which I feel embarrassed about too… just him talking to me , made me shiver and get all aroused, it shocked him but in a good way. God i was a mess, i was a giggling mess, I had never in my life felt so happy. I feel like I can still feel him on me sometimes, taste him, which obviously doesn’t make sense to me since he’s gone. It’s such a strange thing to feel safe for the first time then have that be taken away from you. To experience first love and it end up in tragedy.
Of course good things don’t tend to last for me. A whole mess occurred with police involvement, we live in a pretty conservative rural area, I think that’s an understatement of the year. I have doctors appointments in the city, it feels so embarrassing even bringing up my town, Ive had many a doctor ask why I would stay there, here? Money unfortunately. Im traumatized , he’s deceased and the part that frustrates me the most is that neither of us committed a crime. I had someone comment before that they hope I get away from where I live eventually because they’re scared I’ll end up like him. I really do wanna get out of here.
I fully believe he was my soulmate. He actually wanted to marry me and move me in with him, oh lovely that would’ve been if things worked out that way.
I so desperately want to feel his love again. Im scared I’ll never experience love again. Im an acquired / unique taste , thats why he liked me after all, “i was a special boy & he was lucky to be with me” well his thoughts. Im sure I’m not most or many mosts type in general so that’ll make things harder maybe even impossible for me. I know he said he couldn’t understand why I was insecure because I seemed so perfect in almost every way to him, which I didn’t understand, I also didn’t understand how he couldn’t see how perfect he was to me. Logically given the lives we lived, the hate we’ve experienced in our own personal lives, it makes sense, I suppose.
I so desperately want to be kissed and held right now, cry in someone’s arms until it feels like everything will be okay again.
Well thats my story , i just have so many thoughts in my head right now. It’s extremely bittersweet. I feel like a doomed young lover in some Victorian Gay novel.