Okay so yesterday morning my coffee went cold cause I was staring at this question online – “Does pegging make you gay?” People were arguing like crazy in the comments. Honestly? It kinda pissed me off. My partner and I have tried it. So instead of yelling into the void, I figured I’d just lay out exactly how it went down for us. Real talk, no bullshit.
Where It Started
Okay, so it wasn’t outta nowhere. Me and my girlfriend – she’s awesome, total keeper – we’ve always been open trying stuff in bed. One night, maybe a couple months back, we’re just chilling after watching something kinda racy. Don’t even remember what now. Anyway, she goes, kinda hesitant, “So… have you ever thought about… like… me being the one doing the, uh, penetrating?” Just laid it out there. We trust each other completely, so no shame, right? I was curious, maybe a little nervous, but mostly like “Huh. Yeah, actually… maybe?” We started talking dirty about it right then, which kinda sealed the deal.
Getting Our Shit Together
Talking was easy. Actually doing it? Needed gear. Next day I hit the sex shop. Let me tell you, looking at strap-ons for the first time is fucking overwhelming. Colors, sizes, shapes… Jesus. I grabbed a basic one the shop lady recommended, and some thick lube – she stressed thick lube. Got home, felt like a spy smuggling contraband. We unpacked it on the bed. The harness looked like some kind of weird climbing gear. Meantime, my girlfriend is holding this bright purple dildo kinda bemused. “Gotta wash this thing,” she mumbled. That broke the weirdness. We were just two dorks figuring out alien equipment.
The Night Of
We set the mood. Dim lights, clean sheets. Important. My girlfriend put the harness on over some cute panties. Seeing her like that? Weirdly powerful. And hot. She’s laughing trying to adjust the straps, muttering about buckles. Got it secure finally, dildo attached. Now me? I was naked, lying face down. Butterflies in my stomach. Serious ones. She warmed the lube in her hands, took her time massaging my back, my ass. Relaxing me. When she started applying lube there, it was a total mind shift. Vulnerable? Hell yes. But safe.
She started slow. Teasing. Asking constantly, “Okay?” “More?” “Too much?”. Honestly, the prep took forever. Breathing deep. Relaxing muscles I didn’t know I was clenching. She finally pushed the tip in. Just a bit. Sharp pressure. “Wait,” I gasped. Stopped. Deep breath. “Try again.” We slowed down even more. More lube. More breathing. Finally, a kind of give way moment, and it slid in further. Holy shit. Different. Not bad, just… different. Pressure deep inside I never felt before. We just held it there a sec.
The actual movement was… complicated. Felt good in a strange way, mixed with “this is objectively bizarre”. At one point, she lost her grip or something and it kinda slipped wrong. Hurt for a sec. We stopped. Cussed a little. Laughed. Hard. Like, belly laughs about how ridiculous the whole setup looked. That laughter? Gold. Cut the tension completely. Started over slower.
Eventually, we found a rhythm. Awkward, wobbly. She’s concentrating hard. I’m focusing on relaxing. The pleasure was there – not earth-shattering orgasm territory for me that time, more like a deep, full ache. A new sensation entirely. Seeing her face though? Focused, powerful, loving. That was incredibly hot. We finished messy and laughing again.
Aftermath & The Real Answer
Lying in a pile of limbs and discarded sex toys, sweaty, slightly sticky, we talked. Was it the best technical sex? Nah. We were clumsy as hell. But connecting on that level? Trusting that much? Fucking amazing.
So back to the stupid question everyone argues about: “Does pegging make you gay?”
Here’s the answer you find inside our bedroom:
- I’m a guy who just had a silicone dick up his butt, placed there by his girlfriend.
- I wanted her to do it. I enjoyed the intimacy and trust with her. It felt good with her.
- Did I suddenly crave other dudes? Did I look at her strap-on and think “Yep, gay now”? Hell no. It felt completely about us.
The act itself isn’t some magic gay spell. It’s skin, nerves, trust, and lube. Getting pleasure from your ass doesn’t change who you love. Thinking about men? Loving men? Attraction to men? That’s what makes someone gay. A strap-on doesn’t rewrite your sexuality like some weird fucking programming language.
Trying pegging made me realize how hung up people get on labels and roles. Why does giving up one kind of control have to mean giving up who you are attracted to? It’s just two humans connecting in a specific way. After doing it? The whole “does this make you gay” question feels like asking if eating pineapple on pizza makes you Hawaiian. It’s just nonsense.
So yeah. My practice record? We tried something new. It was awkward, intimate, funny, and ultimately strengthened our connection. It involved a prosthetic dick, but it had absolutely nothing to do with being gay. We’re exploring each other, not switching teams. And anyone who thinks a simple sex act can fundamentally change your core sexuality? Needs to get out of the comment section and maybe experience some real human connection themselves.
