My First Time Bottoming: The Night I Surrendered to Him
Under my apartment windows, propped against his car in the dead of night. Heart pounding like a drum. That’s where it hit me—no escape now. Earlier that evening, I’d engineered this. Showed up at the dealership on a fake errand, just to see Bertrand again. That V-shaped hunk, green eyes piercing, muscles bulging under his shirt. My wife away, I invited him for drinks. Bar chat turned flirty fast. His tight white pants, black tee hugging his chest. Half an hour in, he whispers, ‘Come to my place.’ House in the woods, isolated. Perfect.
Door barely shut, his lips crash into mine. Firm, manly kiss. Hands on my ass. ‘Me too,’ he growls. Kitchen next. I pin him to the wall, grope his hardening cock through fabric. Peel off his shirt—tribal tattoo snaking over shoulder, biceps, back. Nipples harden under my tongue, bites drawing moans. Pants down, his thick, shaved cock springs free. I devour it, balls smooth in my mouth. He groans, eyes shut. Strip him fully—another tribal wrapping his left thigh up to that perfect ass. Power rush dominating this stud.
The Approach: Tension Building to No Turning Back
He flips it. Sits me on the counter, yanks my clothes. Strokes me, licks balls, swallows deep. I fuck his face, hand guiding. Almost cum—stop. Turn him to wall, rim his hole. He spreads, shivers under my tongue. Condom on, he offers up. I slide in slow; he bucks back, takes all. Pound him hard against wall, then couch. Legs up, begging, ‘Make me see you cum.’ Eyes locked, I explode inside. He shoots across his ripped abs.
Bedroom lull, tender sucks, caresses. ‘Rarely cum like that,’ I admit. ‘We’ll do this often,’ he promises. Drive home. Park under my windows. Hour of talk, then his hands insistent. Unzips me, sucks fierce. I flood his throat; he swallows every drop.
The Instant: Raw Discovery and Overwhelming Surrender
No turning back. He growls, ‘Let me show you real pleasure.’ Pushes me against car. Tongue on my virgin hole—first time ever. Electricity shocks me. Nervous heart hammers. Wet, probing licks. I tremble, exposed. Never felt this. Innocence cracking wide. Fingers tease, then his thick cock, condomed, rubs my crack. Slow push—burn, stretch. Gasp. He inches deeper. Heart races wild. Full now, owned. Accelerates, relentless thrusts. Slaps my ass, grips hips. Public risk heightens it—late night, shadows only. Groans build. I surrender totally, dominated. No fight left. Waves crash; we cum together in roars.
He sucks me dry one last. Legs shaky, I stumble inside. Exhausted bliss. Phone buzzes: ‘When next?’ New world opened. No innocence left—just hunger.
