by Eric Barry
For those of you who don’t know what pegging is, it’s a neologism created by all-around-awesome-guy Dan Savage, that basically involves a broom handle, some duct tape, and a man and woman who want to spice things up in the bedroom!
If you’ve never pegged or been pegged before, it’s an experience that’s both scary and also incredibly exhilarating.
The first time I was ever pegged it was with a young woman who had introduced me to a whole host of new ways to approach sex.
I’m actually a pretty sensitive, sensual guy at heart, and that had always been reflected in the bedroom. My thought was, “the more tender I am, the more considerate and connected I’ll be with my partner.”
But that’s not always the case, and on our first date, this woman let me know that.
When I woke up the next morning from said date, I had been bitten, licked, smacked, spat-on, and just about everything else you can imagine.
But I absolutely loved it – and this was her way of letting me know that she loved it, too.
Sex didn’t have to be all that Mister-Mister and scented candles, after all. It could be rough and impassioned, without being disrespectful of each other.
From that point forward I began exploring more and more sexual practices that I had always heard about, but been too ashamed or scared to try.
What does it mean to choke a woman during sex?
How can she like to gag during oral sex?
Does she lick and swallow?
She held my hand (and sometimes bound them) all throughout these explorations, and we gave ourselves equally to each other.
It was a very invigorating time in my life.
A couple of months into the relationship, we began talking about anal sex. We had both had it with previous partners, but I was far more experienced than her (for once).
While FemSex classes at Berkeley had been incredibly helpful when it came to learning proper anal technique, I thought it would be really valuable to experience what anal penetration was like from the recipient’s end (HI-YO!).
I can’t remember how exactly the topic was broached, but I remember the huge sense of relief when she was immediately game.
We even decided we’d go halfsies [splitting the bill] on the cost of the necessary equipment, which let me tell you, is not cheap.
When we walked into the Good Vibrations store in Berkeley (a place I had been many times), I was once again fearful.
Would the woman helping us purchase the perfect dildo and harness think that I was gay?
Something about the full goatee she was sporting told me no, and I was at ease.
I reminded myself that despite the fact that my love for Indian food does make me have diarrhea, having anal sex doesn’t make you gay.
There are things that you should know about any kind of anal play.
Things can get messy. After all, if you go knocking on poop’s door, sometimes poop will be home.
There’s a certain inevitability to it, but there are things you can do to prevent it from happening. While not entirely necessary, my more senior-level gay friends (pink belt is the highest you can achieve) suggested I look into home enema kits from Walgreen’s.
Unless you have your partner helping you out, you kinda just get on all fours in her bathroom and make it a DIY project, all the while hoping her little brother doesn’t want to take a shower during those 15 minutes you spend in there.
It’s not so much that the enemas make you have to shit, but rather they rinse your colon as one would rinse a glass.
When the time for the actual penetration approached, we both looked at each other self-consciously, I from her bed, she standing across the room, the neon blue dildo awkwardly affixed to her pelvis.
One thing you don’t realize until you see a woman with a strap-on in person is that they don’t really look naked.
Their parts that you’re accustomed to seeing exposed are covered, and it looks more like they’re preparing to go rock climbing than have sex with you.
She approached the edge of the bed, taking care to direct the dildo with her hand as it wobbled unwieldily back and forth.
I can’t remember if candles were lit, but I’m going to say that they were. She poured lube directly from the bottle down onto my perineum.
F*ck it was cold.
‘Always warm it with your hands and breath first,’ I think.
And then she guides it inside me. You can never use too much lube.
After the necessary (or at the very least, polite) fingers, tongue, butt plug warmup, she begins to lift my legs.
As she begins to get the head of the dildo in, a familiar but unwelcome sensation returns.
I have to shit. Like really!
But I breathe, and I tell myself that this isn’t the case.
You see, the only way your body actually knows when you need to shit is by the presence of something occupying your colon. So for your nerve endings and brain, the difference between feces and a dildo are virtually indistinguishable. Thankfully, taking shits feels great.
She fully enters. Holy f*ck.
What is happening? As she begins thrusting everything begins to consume my body and mind: astonishment, exhilaration bewilderment, magic. Everything.
How is it that my legs are the ones up in the air?
How is it that I’m the one being thrust into, but I’m seeing a pair of tits swinging at me? It was a complete mindf*ck.
After the deed is done, she begins to pull out.
“Slowly,” I say.
It feels just like I’m taking a shit. Blugh.
And then the fear returns. “All clean,” she responds. Success.
There are some further logistical concerns that come with the territory of pegging.
Most women I’ve been with are used to using their hips during sex, and figure that pegging works the same way.
The reality is that men are using not just their hips but a good deal of their core, buttocks, and legs while thrusting.
But even learning that tidbit has proven invaluable to me and my partner when we we’ll have “regular, God-sanctioned” sex.
The other issue is cleaning the dildo. Most silicone dildos are best cleaned by boiling them in water three to five minutes.
But when you live with four other roommates, doing that discreetly becomes a bit tough.
“Hey Eric, is my tea ready – OH MY GOD!”
So you take the tongs, remove the dildo from the poop soup, and wash the pot.
I mean, the pot’s already sterile, so it seems kinda redundant, but sometimes you have roommates that know way too much.
Over the course of our brief but intense relationship, the young woman and I engage in pegging a few more times.
And I’ve been pegged by other women since.
But unequivocally that first experience informed my sexual relationships with women from that point on.
To know not just mentally, but physically what it’s like to have someone on top of you, in control, and inside of you gives you an entirely new awareness for your partner, and an incredible amount of intimacy.
Plus, you get poop soup out of the whole damn deal!
Eric Barry is a San Francisco comedian, writer, and founder of Full Disclosure, a media site dedicated to sex and comedy.
He is a self-professed beer snob and pesto aficionado, and is incapable of lying, which has led to him shooting himself in the foot many times.
He is currently seeking bulletproof shoes and thinks you and he would go great with fondue.
2 Comments on ““My First Anal Experience””
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