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Growing up, it was explained to me that when two guys fucked, one was the "girl" and took it in the ass, and the other was the man. The one who took it in the ass was a "bitch" and wasn't really a man anymore, according to my friend's older brother, who knew everything.
Well, as I got a little older, I noticed I just didn't care about girls as much as the other guys did. I had no idea why they wanted to be around them. They didn't like cool stuff, and they talked too much. I didn't understand why guys wanted to go out on dates, and see stupid chick movies. Then, I slowly began to realize I was attracted to guys. Of course I didn't tell anyone. I also began fantasizing about guys, and usually in my fantasies, I was the "girl." The thought of it really excited me. I even crossdressed in private, imagining myself getting sexy for a guy. I like feeling feminine and pretty. I played with my homemade dildo and other things, and always really enjoyed it. It didn't really feel good, but there was something about it that I really liked. I couldn't wait to try it for real.
And now, here I was, about to go meet a guy who was going to fuck me. I was so nervous. I felt like I was about to cross a line, that once I crossed it there was no turning back.
I took one last look in the mirror, and then headed out the door. As I walked across campus, I was very excited but also really scared. I wondered how bad it would hurt. It always hurt when I did it to myself, a least at first. I wondered if a real dick would hurt worse. Desmond wasn't exactly small. I hoped he would go slow. It had been awhile since anything had been in me. By the time I got to his apartment I was practically trembling. I had wanted this so bad, for so long, and now that it was about to happen I was scared to death. I paused for a second before I knocked on his door, trying to collect myself. Well, this is it, I thought, then I knocked.
"Hey!" He said, opening the door. "Come on in!" One look at his beautiful smile and I felt myself calm down some. It was just good to see him. It had been several days since our first date.
"Hey." I replied.
"I missed you." He said, putting his hands on my waist. Then he gave me a kiss that made me melt.
"I missed you too." I whispered. Ever since our date all I could think about was him.
"Well come in, sit down. Need something to drink?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Want some wine?"
"Ok." He held up a couple of bottles, and asked me which one. I had no idea. I didn't know anything about wine. All I had ever drank was cheap beer, and some vodka that made me sick. I just picked one and he poured me a glass. I took a big drink. "Man that's good!" I said, a little suprised.
"Yes it is." He said with a smile, then sipped his. He seemed so sophisticated. I felt stupid now, realizing Bolu Escort I wasn't supposed to gulp it. "I have a confession to make. I've been seriously looking forward to tonight."
"Yeah, me too!" I replied, taking a sip of wine.
"Good. I was a little worried I came on too strong, when I said it would be my turn. I hope you don't think that you have to go through with this."
"Oh no! I want to!"
"Ok." He said softly. "I just don't want you to feel pressured into anything."
"Oh, no, I don't feel that way at all." Desmond smiled, his glass down, and began kissing me, and I felt my entire body tingle. Our tongues touched and rubbed together, and I could taste the wine he had drunk. We made out some more, then he stood up and took his shirt off, then his sweats. He looked incredible. I stood up and undressed, then he took my hand and led me to the bed. He laid on top of me, and we made out some more. I wrapped my legs around him and my hands rubbed his muscular back, like a girl would. This felt so natural. Then he started kissing his way down my chest, stopping at my nipples, which once again felt amazing, then on down to my dick. After a little slow sucking, he gently rolled me over to my stomach. My heart began racing, thinking he was about to fuck me.
"If you don't like this, tell me." He said softly. He pulled my butt up a little, then I felt the most amazing feeling I had ever felt.
"Oh my God!" I moaned, feeling his tongue lick my hole. "Fuck, that is amazing!"
"Oh so you like that?"
"Fuck yes!" Feeling him lick me again. He laughed, then flicked his tongue around making me moan even louder.
"I figured you would like that." He said, then swirled his tongue around quickly, making me want to scream. It was incredible. He did it again, and this time stroked my dick, and I almost blacked out from the pleasure. He kissed my buttcheek, then went back for another taste, which sent me into another frenzy. I couldn't believe how awesome this felt. Of course I also felt extremely vulnerable, with my face on the bed, my ass in the air and another guy licking my most intimate area, and that feeling really turned me on. "Fuck, baby, you have a really sweet, pretty pussy." He said, then licked me some more. I tried not to scream, but it was difficult not to, as I experienced the greatest pleasure that I had ever experienced in my life. "So, I take it you were ok with that?"
"Oh hell yes!" I whispered.
"Good. So, now I'm going to use my finger. Is that ok?"
"Yeah."
I felt his wet finger touch me, then slowly slide in me. "Is that ok?"
"Yes." I moaned. "Fuck that feels nice." He slid it in and out of me slowly. "Oh, yeah that feels so good!"
"Ok, ready for another one?"
"Another finger?"
"Yeah, want to Bolu Escort Bayan try two?"
"Yeah, ok." I said, feeling his finger slide out, then two of them slide in. This did hurt a little at first, but quickly felt good.
"How's that?" He asked.
"It feels awesome!" I moaned. He kept fucking me with two fingers, slowly, then pulled them out, and replaced them with his tongue. This time, he actually got his tongue inside of me, and I put my face back down to muffle my moans.
"Damn, baby, you sound so sexy when you moan." He said, rubbing my butt with both hands.
"You make me moan like that." I said with a laugh.
"Oh I know." He replied, sounding proud of himself. "So, ready to try the real thing?"
"Yeah." I whispered nervously. This is it.
"Ok. I'm not going to lie, this is going to hurt." Desmond said. "But if it hurts too bad, tell me to stop.
"Ok." I said. Desmond gently pushed me down on my stomach, and handed me a pillow. I felt him put more lube on me, then he got on top of me, and I felt his dick on my butt.
"Ok baby, here we go." He whispered gently, then began slowly pushing himself in me.
"Holy shit!" I yelled, as the tip of his cock spread open my tight hole. "Fuck!" It hurt so bad I was seeing stars.
"You doing ok baby?"
"Yes." I said through clenched teeth. He pushed a little more and I squeezed the pillow tightly.
"Damn, you are tight. Relax baby, this is the worst part." He went a little deeper, then slowly went further. "Just a little more." He whispered gently, then at last I felt his pelvis against my ass. "There we go baby. I'm all in you now."
"Oh my God!" I whimpered. "Fuck!" It hurt so bad, but felt amazing.
"I know, trust me I know." He whispered, then lowered himself down on top of me. His dick still hurt, bad, but I loved feeling his skin against mine. He held still, letting me get used to it, then slowly pulled it back out a little. "Need a break?"
"No." I said. It didn't feel quite so bad now. He slid back into me, then pulled it out again. He kissed me on the neck, and licked my ear, while he slowly fucked me. This felt incredible. I could feel his cock pulse inside of me. It still hurt a little, but was starting to feel good. I was being fucked, and loving it. He continued going slow, taking his time. It felt better and better.
"Damn baby, you feel so good." He whispered.
"So do you." I moaned. Knowing I was making him feel good made it all even better. He sped up just a little bit, and began breathing heavily.
"Fuck, you're gonna make me cum!" He said, slowing down some. "Damn, you feel so fucking good!"
"Oh yeah, please cum!" I begged. I really wanted to make him cum. I felt his entire body tense, and he let out a low moan, then relaxed and Escort Bolu fell down on top of me.
"Fuck!" He said, trying to catch his breath. He laid there for a minute, then slid his dick out of me, and rolled over. "Damn, baby I didn't mean to cum so fast. But that was to hot."
"Oh it's ok. I loved it." I replied softly, feeling my wet ass. I really liked that his cum was in me.
"Ok, it's your turn now." He said, rolling onto his stomach and then getting on all fours. He took the lube and rubbed some on his hole. I got behind him, and looked down at his ass, and his glistening pucker, then slowly inserted myself in him. "Oh yeah, baby fuck me!" He screamed, as I went all the way in him. But after only two or three pumps, I exploded, and got really dizzy. I couldn't even hold myself up anymore, and quickly laid down on the bed, weak from the most amazing orgasm that I had ever had. I felt paralyzed.
Desmond rolled over and looked at me. "You ok?" I could only nod. I couldn't talk. He smiled and I just laid there, feeling dizzy.
"That was incredible." I said, finally able to talk.
"Yes it was."
"I really loved feeling you cum in me."
He laughed and said, "Well, I didn't want to cum so fast but you felt really good. I was really excited too. That's the first time I've fucked a virgin."
"It was?"
"Yeah." He said, looking at me. "You're only the second guy I've actually fucked. Usually I'm the bottom. I'm usually not a top."
"You're not?"
"No, I usually only bottom. I love to get fucked. But I did really want to top you."
"Oh, well, I'm glad." I said, smiling at him. "Fuck I liked that. I've wanted that for so long."
He smiled, kissed me, got up and returned with two glasses of wine. As we sipped our wine, he told me about himself and his experiences. An older neighbor took his virginity, and he really liked it, and they did it often. Then he met another older guy, who liked fucking him while he wore lingerie. All together, he had been with six guys, counting me. He preferred to bottom, unless he was really into the guy.
"So does that mean you're really into me?"
"Yes it does." He whispered, kissing me.
"I'm really into you too."
"Good." He said, sipping his wine. "Are you sore?"
"Yeah, a little bit. But it was worth it."
"It will be worse tomorrow." He said. "It's just something you're going to have to get used to, if you want to keep doing it."
"Oh, I definitely want to keep doing it."
"I know. I can tell." He said with a smile.
"You can? How?"
"Oh, I just can. I could tell by the way you moved, by the way you moaned that you were really into it."
We talked some more, and then I had to head home. I had an early class, and needed to get some sleep. I walked across campus, enjoying the feeling of my sore, wet hole. What a night. While I had really liked fucking him, I had really loved feeling him inside of me. I thought I liked being fucked more than fucking. I feel into bed, exhausted and went right to sleep, completely satisfied.