Discovering Me – A First Time with Eduardo

I always knew I was different. Growing up, I didn’t feel the same way about girls as my friends did. I tried to ignore it, to push it down, but it was always there, lingering in the back of my mind. It wasn’t until I met Eduardo that everything clicked into place.

We were coworkers at a small café in the city. He was older, with kind eyes and a smile that made my stomach flip. We became friends quickly, bonding over our shared love of music and bad coffee. But there was something more, something I couldn’t quite put into words. Every time he laughed, every time he touched my shoulder, I felt a spark I’d never felt before.

One night, after closing up the café, we stayed late, talking and laughing like we always did. But this time was different. The air between us felt charged, like something was about to happen. And then, out of nowhere, he said it.

“Jhonatan, I need to tell you something,” he said, his voice soft but steady. “I’m gay.”

I froze, my heart pounding in my chest. I didn’t know what to say, how to react. But then he looked at me, his eyes searching mine, and I knew I couldn’t lie. Not to him. Not to myself.

“I think… I think I might be too,” I whispered, my voice trembling.

He smiled, a slow, understanding smile, and then he reached out and took my hand. “It’s okay, Jhonatan. You’re okay.”

That night changed everything. We talked for hours, about everything and nothing, and when he finally kissed me, it felt like coming home. His lips were soft, his touch gentle, and for the first time in my life, I felt like I was exactly where I was supposed to be.

A few weeks later, he invited me to his apartment. I was nervous, my hands shaking as I knocked on his door. But when he opened it, his smile put me at ease. We talked, we laughed, and then, slowly, things started to heat up.

He kissed me, his hands roaming my body with a confidence that made me melt. And when he led me to the bedroom, I didn’t hesitate. He undressed me slowly, his eyes never leaving mine, and then he laid me down on the bed, his body covering mine.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice rough with desire.

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. “I’m sure.”

He was gentle, so gentle, as he prepared me, his touch sending shivers down my spine. And when he finally entered me, it was like nothing I’d ever felt before. There was pain, yes, but it was overshadowed by the pleasure, the connection, the sheer rightness of it all.

We moved together, our bodies fitting perfectly, and when I finally came, it was like a dam breaking. He held me as I trembled, his lips brushing against my neck, and then he followed, his body shuddering against mine.

Afterward, we lay there, tangled together in the sheets, the world outside forgotten. “Thank you,” I whispered, my head resting on his chest.

He smiled, his hand stroking my hair. “Thank you, Jhonatan. For trusting me.”

That night, I didn’t just discover Eduardo. I discovered myself. And I’ll always be grateful for that.