I moved to Los Angeles when I was 24 to pursue my career as a photographer.

I’d only encountered a few gay people prior, but now I was surrounded by them… and they were fabulous. Their clothes matched, they smelled amazing, they had the best drugs, and everyone loved them.

Mostly because my gay friends swear by it, I wanted to try anal sex. Not giving. Receiving. And while I never had a hankering for some dude to push his bony pickle into my asshole, I became fixated on “pegging,” although I never had the opportunity to try it… until I met Rebecca.

Rebecca and I went on a few dates, and she claimed she was open to just about anything sexually. I really liked this chick and I wanted to impress her with my level of openness. I also wanted the experience to be perfect.