My name is Carlos, I am currently 25 years old and I'm excited to tell you the story of how I lost my anal virginity at the age of 18.
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When I was 18, I started working at an internet café to pay for my university. I had decided that I would work for a year and spend all the money I saved that year on my studies.
My boss's name was Andrés, he was a man around 31 years old (I never asked his age), tall, about 1.85 meters, dark-haired, and with a large body.
During that season, I was starting to watch gay porn. I had the fantasy of feeling like a cock discharging its cum inside my bum. Until then, only bananas and my own fingers had penetrated me. I masturbated every night while my fingers gave me anal pleasure. No one suspected anything, not even my girlfriend at the time. I thought it was a phase in my life that would pass quickly, but everything changed on a weekend.
Andrés asked me to open and close the internet café myself over the weekend since he would be going to Acapulco with his family. He offered extra money and I accepted without problems.
On Saturday, I arrived at 7 am at the local and the day passed normally. At nightfall and closing time at 10:30 PM, I lowered the metal curtain and prepared to turn off all the computers. Although a mischievous idea suddenly occurred to me. I opened my favorite gay porn page on the main computer and started masturbating. A few minutes later, I was already open-legged with my middle finger halfway inside my bum moving in circles. I had one of my best orgasms due to the excitement caused by masturbating at work. My semen ended up all over the keyboard and desk. I took a little time to clean everything and leave it as it was. After that, I left through the back door and returned home with a smile from ear to ear.
The Monday morning Andrés regresó, told me about the days he had been absent and paid me the extra money he had promised. Again, normality returned on Monday until Tuesday. I arrived at the local at 8:00 am and Andrés was already waiting for me. I noticed he seemed a bit strange. He greeted me without looking at me, gave me a couple of orders about the pending tasks at the local, and left, saying he had something to talk about that night, so he would return earlier. All day long, I felt a strange sense of concern. Thousands of ideas went through my mind, but the most frequent and logical one for me was that he was going to fire me for some reason or other. The hours seemed eternal, and the night finally arrived along with him. The local was almost full, he greeted me, and we were both attending to customers until 11:00 pm. I was so anxious that I even asked what was happening as soon as the metal curtain came down to close the local. It's not anything bad, Carlos, you can relax, he said while sitting next to me. I hope it doesn't bother you; maybe I should have told you this earlier. He continued, hesitating a bit. There are two hidden cameras in the local. Immediately, I remembered what I had done on Saturday night, sitting on the same chair where he was sitting at that moment, my heart began to beat so fast I thought it would burst out of my chest. I feel very bad for not telling you earlier, he said, looking at me finally, but my gaze drifted away from his. I don't usually watch the recordings; the cameras are only for occasions when we get robbed or any other similar situation. He noted a certain concern in his tone. But I watched the weekend's recordings to see how you did it alone. I noticed my vision blurring and my face burning with shame. Forgive me, Andrés, I muttered, looking at the floor - I shouldn't have done it in your local; I feel very sorry. My hands were sweating like never before in my life. —I know you'll leave me, it's not necessary to tell me, from tomorrow on I won't come back anymore, but please, don't show anyone the recordings —I almost cried.
A couple of seconds of silence flooded the room until he spoke.
—I'm wrong, I don't think about leaving you —he replied. —Although it wasn't a correct behavior, I think we're all human beings and need... —He fell silent again.
If I wasn't going to leave, then I had planned to punish myself or maybe take a couple of weeks off.
—I'll accept any punishment for my actions —I said, still looking down at the floor.
—I won't punish you either —he replied.
What did he want then? If I wasn't going to punish him or leave, why tell me what he saw? It would have been better to continue as if nothing had happened for both of us.
—I didn't think you were... good, those boys —He said with a certain doubt in his voice.
—Those boys? —I asked.
—Yes... I didn't think you were gay —he concluded.
What he said left me confused. Was I gay?
—I don't even think about it... I mean, I don't know if I am —I said.
—How do you not know? You seemed to be enjoying it.
His question pained and irritated me a little.
—I could have been enjoying it and still be straight —I replied.
He fell silent for a few seconds.
—you're right, sorry.
I began to feel uncomfortable besides being sad.
—Andrés, I appreciate you not firing me, but I don't think I can keep looking at you like this so I prefer to resign.
He sighed. What did that mean?
—What would you think if I told you I feel the same way as you? —His question left me frozen.
—What do you mean?
—I'm not sure if I'm gay, but sometimes men attract me.
—but you have a wife and kids —I said —That's impossible.
—you can be gay and have a family perfectly —he replied, using my own words.
I fell silent, absorbing his words. Where was he going?
—the thing is that I've never had the opportunity to be with a Hey, that's why I don't know what I am. Maybe I won't like it, or maybe I will. Maybe I'm bi, gay, or hetero. Have you been with a man?
His question caught me off guard
—No —I replied.
—I understand...
His hand suddenly placed itself on my left thigh and began to caress it, his action left me paralyzed unable to do or say anything.
—I know it's something sudden and probably an error, but we could both do ourselves a favor and finally figure out what we are.
His hand remained on my thigh. I looked up at him and noticed sincerity in his eyes. I didn't know how to feel. There were a thousand feelings in me that moment. Discomfort, confusion... curiosity... excitement...
—I think I'm passive —I whispered, hoping only he would hear me.
—I think I'm active —he whispered back.
His hand rose to my crotch and began to caress it over my pants while his eyes remained on mine. I mustered the courage and brought my own hand to his crotch and felt a very large bulge under his pants, I was surprised but didn't move my hand away.
He started moving closer to my face until he was close enough for me to feel his breath on my lips, closed his eyes and his lips brushed against mine. I closed my eyes too.
Let go, I thought.
He began kissing me slowly, his lips were thick and soft. His hand moved faster over my crotch and I did the same with mine.
I felt his cock getting hard gradually and so was mine. Our kiss became more passionate, our breathing grew more agitated and his tongue tried to find mine until it did. I couldn't stop, there was no turning back.
I pulled away from him and we looked at each other for a couple of seconds. I smiled at him while getting up. Without taking my eyes off him, I knelt in front of him between his legs and began to unbutton his pants. I lowered the zipper and put my hand under his boxers.
My hand found a piece of flesh enorme. It was the first cock I had in my hand (not mine, of course).
I took it out carefully from its boxer and that piece of meat jumped into my view. I calculated it measured about 19 centimeters. Compared to mine, which was 11 centimeters, it was enormous.
I looked at it and suppose he noticed the surprise on my face because he smiled playfully.
I began to masturbate him slowly, and he let out a couple of casual sighs while closing his eyes. I couldn't stop looking at that enormous cock in front of me. The veins were visible all over its trunk and its head would poke out every time my hand reached the bottom of its cock.
After about two minutes using my hand, I couldn't take it anymore and put his head in my mouth; he gave a small push that made me choke a little bit.
—Sorry, it was instinctive -He apologized, stroking my cheek.
His action made me feel strange. He had apologized with tenderness, stroking my cheek. It made me feel safe, protected... loved.
With those new sensations in my head, I put his cock back in my mouth and started moving my tongue around its head. His breathing increased and he began to moan.
I was giving pleasure to a man, My man I thought.
—You're doing it better than my wife -He said between moans.
His words excited me more than I would like to admit. I was making him moan and enjoy himself more than his wife. Was I now his woman? His cock went in and out of my mouth while I thought. If I can do it better than a woman, what's stopping me from being one or at least feeling like one?
—Don't stop please -His moans were becoming more constant and deep.
I increased the speed with which his cock went in and out of my mouth. I had never done it before but I had practiced with bananas.
I started putting his cock as far back into my mouth as possible and my tongue kept wrapping around and caressing its head.
My own penis was full of my fluids, my excitement was above my limit. I wanted to make my man come and taste his Semen. Little by little the rhythm was increasing until a couple of spasms from his cock announced his ejaculation. Instantly my mouth was receiving his semen without stopping to suck it. A couple of discharges went straight into the deep part of my throat and another couple stayed in my mouth. He sighed once he finished and pulled out his cock from my mouth. His viscous semen inside my mouth was warm. I tasted it for a few seconds and finally swallowed it proudly. I had made a 19-centimeter cock come in my mouth. I had given a man pleasure with my mouth. I felt happy... although something was missing.
I got up, supporting myself on his legs, and approached his ear
--Do you still have the strength to debut my bum? --I whispered
I didn't know who he was at that moment. The only thing I knew is that I had loved sucking his cock until it came and wanted more pleasure, both for him and for me.
--Show me that bum love --he replied smiling
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This is the first part of my story. I've taken longer to write this than I expected, so I've decided to divide it into two parts.
I hope you'll forgive me for the mistakes, keep in mind that this is my first story 😞
As a clarification, I'd like to comment that this story is 98% real. There are a couple of things I added to make it more exciting. Remembering this moment has excited me a lot ❤️
Thank you very much for reading, soon the second part.
A couple of seconds of silence flooded the room until he spoke.
—I'm wrong, I don't think about leaving you —he replied. —Although it wasn't a correct behavior, I think we're all human beings and need... —He fell silent again.
If I wasn't going to leave, then I had planned to punish myself or maybe take a couple of weeks off.
—I'll accept any punishment for my actions —I said, still looking down at the floor.
—I won't punish you either —he replied.
What did he want then? If I wasn't going to punish him or leave, why tell me what he saw? It would have been better to continue as if nothing had happened for both of us.
—I didn't think you were... good, those boys —He said with a certain doubt in his voice.
—Those boys? —I asked.
—Yes... I didn't think you were gay —he concluded.
What he said left me confused. Was I gay?
—I don't even think about it... I mean, I don't know if I am —I said.
—How do you not know? You seemed to be enjoying it.
His question pained and irritated me a little.
—I could have been enjoying it and still be straight —I replied.
He fell silent for a few seconds.
—you're right, sorry.
I began to feel uncomfortable besides being sad.
—Andrés, I appreciate you not firing me, but I don't think I can keep looking at you like this so I prefer to resign.
He sighed. What did that mean?
—What would you think if I told you I feel the same way as you? —His question left me frozen.
—What do you mean?
—I'm not sure if I'm gay, but sometimes men attract me.
—but you have a wife and kids —I said —That's impossible.
—you can be gay and have a family perfectly —he replied, using my own words.
I fell silent, absorbing his words. Where was he going?
—the thing is that I've never had the opportunity to be with a Hey, that's why I don't know what I am. Maybe I won't like it, or maybe I will. Maybe I'm bi, gay, or hetero. Have you been with a man?
His question caught me off guard
—No —I replied.
—I understand...
His hand suddenly placed itself on my left thigh and began to caress it, his action left me paralyzed unable to do or say anything.
—I know it's something sudden and probably an error, but we could both do ourselves a favor and finally figure out what we are.
His hand remained on my thigh. I looked up at him and noticed sincerity in his eyes. I didn't know how to feel. There were a thousand feelings in me that moment. Discomfort, confusion... curiosity... excitement...
—I think I'm passive —I whispered, hoping only he would hear me.
—I think I'm active —he whispered back.
His hand rose to my crotch and began to caress it over my pants while his eyes remained on mine. I mustered the courage and brought my own hand to his crotch and felt a very large bulge under his pants, I was surprised but didn't move my hand away.
He started moving closer to my face until he was close enough for me to feel his breath on my lips, closed his eyes and his lips brushed against mine. I closed my eyes too.
Let go, I thought.
He began kissing me slowly, his lips were thick and soft. His hand moved faster over my crotch and I did the same with mine.
I felt his cock getting hard gradually and so was mine. Our kiss became more passionate, our breathing grew more agitated and his tongue tried to find mine until it did. I couldn't stop, there was no turning back.
I pulled away from him and we looked at each other for a couple of seconds. I smiled at him while getting up. Without taking my eyes off him, I knelt in front of him between his legs and began to unbutton his pants. I lowered the zipper and put my hand under his boxers.
My hand found a piece of flesh enorme. It was the first cock I had in my hand (not mine, of course).
I took it out carefully from its boxer and that piece of meat jumped into my view. I calculated it measured about 19 centimeters. Compared to mine, which was 11 centimeters, it was enormous.
I looked at it and suppose he noticed the surprise on my face because he smiled playfully.
I began to masturbate him slowly, and he let out a couple of casual sighs while closing his eyes. I couldn't stop looking at that enormous cock in front of me. The veins were visible all over its trunk and its head would poke out every time my hand reached the bottom of its cock.
After about two minutes using my hand, I couldn't take it anymore and put his head in my mouth; he gave a small push that made me choke a little bit.
—Sorry, it was instinctive -He apologized, stroking my cheek.
His action made me feel strange. He had apologized with tenderness, stroking my cheek. It made me feel safe, protected... loved.
With those new sensations in my head, I put his cock back in my mouth and started moving my tongue around its head. His breathing increased and he began to moan.
I was giving pleasure to a man, My man I thought.
—You're doing it better than my wife -He said between moans.
His words excited me more than I would like to admit. I was making him moan and enjoy himself more than his wife. Was I now his woman? His cock went in and out of my mouth while I thought. If I can do it better than a woman, what's stopping me from being one or at least feeling like one?
—Don't stop please -His moans were becoming more constant and deep.
I increased the speed with which his cock went in and out of my mouth. I had never done it before but I had practiced with bananas.
I started putting his cock as far back into my mouth as possible and my tongue kept wrapping around and caressing its head.
My own penis was full of my fluids, my excitement was above my limit. I wanted to make my man come and taste his Semen. Little by little the rhythm was increasing until a couple of spasms from his cock announced his ejaculation. Instantly my mouth was receiving his semen without stopping to suck it. A couple of discharges went straight into the deep part of my throat and another couple stayed in my mouth. He sighed once he finished and pulled out his cock from my mouth. His viscous semen inside my mouth was warm. I tasted it for a few seconds and finally swallowed it proudly. I had made a 19-centimeter cock come in my mouth. I had given a man pleasure with my mouth. I felt happy... although something was missing.
I got up, supporting myself on his legs, and approached his ear
--Do you still have the strength to debut my bum? --I whispered
I didn't know who he was at that moment. The only thing I knew is that I had loved sucking his cock until it came and wanted more pleasure, both for him and for me.
--Show me that bum love --he replied smiling
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This is the first part of my story. I've taken longer to write this than I expected, so I've decided to divide it into two parts.
I hope you'll forgive me for the mistakes, keep in mind that this is my first story 😞
As a clarification, I'd like to comment that this story is 98% real. There are a couple of things I added to make it more exciting. Remembering this moment has excited me a lot ❤️
Thank you very much for reading, soon the second part.
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