How I lost my virginity to an older man, Pt. 5 SeXStoRY

When we arrived at his house, he got a couple of sodas and we sat on the couch. He said, “First, I don’t want you to feel embarrassed or ashamed of anything. Please believe me when I tell you that I am a very non judgmental person. There is probably nothing you can tell me that will be a shock. I hope you have the confidence in me to speak openly. Ask me anything you like.” i was very nervous and shyly said, “i’m really confused about yesterday. i don’t understand what happened.” i opened my mouth, but it was hard to get the words out. Eventually, i said, angrily, “i’m NOT gay… i know i’m not.” He said, “Take it easy Terry, we’re just talking.” He waited a minute, then said, “I hear what you are saying, but why do you say you can’t be gay? Why do you say that so vehemently?” i couldn’t answer. “Let me ask you this, have you been with girls before?” “Yes.” i told him i fooled around with a girl a few times the past summer. He said, “Okay. Why don’t you tell me what you did with her?” “We kissed and i fingered her and she gave me a blowjob.” “Did you enjoy it.” “Yes. It was great.” “Okay. So you didn’t actually have intercourse with her?” “No.” “Okay. Let me ask you about yesterday, okay? I’m just trying to help you understand what happened and maybe why. Why do you think you didn’t stop what we were doing? Do you have any idea?” A few minutes passed, but i didn’t answer. i was still upset, and was trying to calm down. “Okay, that’s okay.” He paused as if he were thinking and then said, “Let me ask you this then. Yesterday, it seemed to me, and I might be completely wrong about this so don’t get upset, but it seemed to me that before you made me cum, and again, I’m very sorry about that, it seemed as if you were enjoying it. Now be honest with me, and with yourself. Could that possibly be true? Think about it before you answer.” i thought about what he asked, honestly wondering if what he was asking could possibly be true. Chaotic thoughts were quickly running through my mind. i was hard, but we were watching porn. What about last night, i was definitely more attracted to videos where guys with large penises were getting blowjobs. And why was i unable to stop myself from sneaking peaks at his penis yesterday? Was it just curiosity because i had never seen a man’s penis before, or was it something else? When he started to cum, why didn’t i pull away rather than let him cum in my mouth? That girl last summer let me do that, so i knew what was going to happen… i could tell when he started so i could have stopped it. Whydidn’t i? Why did i leave so quickly? Was it because of the shame of letting it happen or was i just unwilling to let myself admit i enjoyed it? The more i thought, the more mixed up i became. i was stunned to think there could be some truth in what asked.

How I lost my virginity to an older man, Pt. 8 SeXStoRY

He handed me the beer and then said, “Terry let me ask you something. You never address me by name. Why is that?” “i don’t know what to call you. i have always been guy you’re an adult and i’m a k**. i figured you’d tell me what to call you.” “Okay. I’ll buy that. I noticed you were a little on the shy side when we first met. But you’re not a k** so call me Frank, okay?” “Okay.” “I have an idea. What if we watch some porn and you tell me what turns you on and what doesn’t. It might help us to identify what your primary inclination is. I know you say you don’t think you’re gay but lets try this as an experiment just for the hell of it, okay? It might help us rule something out.” “Okay Frank. If you think it will help. i need to hit the bathroom first.”

How I lost my virginity to an older man, Pt. 3 SeXStoRY

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How I lost my virginity to an older man, Pt. 12 SeXStoRY

My life changed completely during this time and i liked the changes. i was no longer as shy. Being shy had always been painful for me. Like i said before, i thought it was the reason behind my getting zooted so much. i found it wasn’t really the reason though. i just like getting sloshed. Frank showed me that i was really more submissive than shy by pointing out facts like how i loved it when he would dirty talk me and call me names and how following orders turned me on. Another change was my thoughts. They now were mostly about sucking cock. i enjoyed it so much that i thought about it practically all the time. i found myself routinely checking out guys’ crotches. If i saw a hot guy, i’d get hot thinking about what it would be like to suck him off. i wouldn’t act on it though. i was still too timid for that. i just ended up jerking off a lot. i had stopped spending as much time with my friends. i only saw them maybe once a week and when i was with them all i thought about was going to Frank’s later. Whenever i was at Frank’s he would walk around naked. My time with Frank wasn’t just sex, though i found i was obsessed with getting him off. He would help me with my studies and teaching me about computers. i got very good at fixing them and he even started to give me some small jobs for people he knew so i could make some money. It was much easier than doing yard work and paid way better. During our sexual time, Frank taught me a lot of things like about edging and how to control gagging. He said my gagging problem had to do with breathing and training my throat to accept having a cock there. i would lay on my back with my head hanging over the side of the bed and he would stick his cock in till it reached my throat and when i gagged he would pull back just a little. He continued doing this until i could take him almost all the way down without gagging at all. He also liked to have me lick and suck his balls while standing over me like that. He taught me how to be gentle so it didn’t cause any pain. Learning how to edge was the best though. i really liked that. It gave me a sense of power and control that was a real turn on. After a lot of practice i was able to bring him to the edge so many times that he couldn’t take it anymore and would tell me to make him cum. That was awesome cause i knew he was gonna cum a LOT. i’d wrap my hands around him and stroke his entire length. When he was ready i’d put my mouth over his head and circle it with my tongue as he shot a massive load inside. i learned to love swallowing and could now take all of it easily. i loved the taste. i loved how it felt. Once he told me he considered me the best cocksucker he ever had. i started to think of myself as an expert. It was rare, but some nights i could get him off four times. The third or fourth time though he wouldn’t shoot much and it was more like sticky clear water than milky white cum. Like i said earlier, this is my true story. It has shaped me, for better or worse, (i think better) into the passionate cock sucker/worshipper i am today. i realized today that i am only about 9 months into a 3 year relationship and there is a lot of writing left to do. Please let me know if you are interested in the rest of my story and i will continue the effort until the end… I appreciate your interest, if you have any interest that is. :)

How I lost my virginity to an older man, continued SeXStoRY

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How I lost my virginity to an older man, Pt. 6 SeXStoRY

It was as if i was in a strange dream. Everything seemed vague. i thought could hear someone quietly calling my name. “Terry?” “Terry?” “Hey. Terry? Where are you?” “Terry. Are you with me?” i looked up and realized where i was. “Terry? You okay?” i looked away. “Yeah, i’m okay.” “You were really deep in thought. I thought I lost you there for a minute. What were you thinking about?” “i don’t know.” He waited a minute and said, “Okay. Try and tell me what you were thinking.” “This is hard,” i said. “I know. It’s never easy to examine yourself. It’s the hardest thing to do in life.” A minute later he added, “Don’t be embarrassed. Remember, I not going to judge you… You know, if you want me to help you figure this out you have to trust me. We’re just exploring possibilities here, not definite facts.” The tone of his voice was compassionate and what he said made sense. If ever wanted to sort out the confusion in my head, i’d have to trust someone to help me. i thought about the time he had spent with me so far, helping me with plans for my future, and he had always acted as if he had my best interests at heart. He seemed to be a decent, caring guy. i decided to take a chance with him. i started to tell him the thoughts that had been racing through my mind the last two days. He quietly sat there and listened without interruption. i appreciated that as it was hard enough just to get the words out. It took all my strength. When i was finished, i asked him what he thought. He said, “I’d like to sort out what you’ve said. Why don’t you go home and get a good night’s sl**p and we can talk again tomorrow. How does that sound?” i said that sounded good. i was totally worn out. i felt as if my brain was on fire. As i was leaving he put his hand on my shoulder and said, “Rest well and don’t worry. You’re a strong guy. We’ll work this out together.” He took my number and said he’d call me when he got home from work. i told him how much i appreciated what he was doing and that i’d see him tomorrow.