Shattered Innocence: My First Time Surrendering to a Man in a Corrèze Farmhouse
David’s old farmhouse sat at the village edge, books lining the walls, Genet’s voice crooning from the record player: ‘Your face is stern like a Greek shepherd’s.’ My pulse hammered. We’d shared Bourgogne, his eyes devouring me. Hands trembled as he poured another glass. I was Gabriel, the little god on a virgin hunt, but this mortal pulled me in.
His touch on my hand lingered. ‘You’re beautiful like a god,’ he said. I smiled back, heart thudding. No bags, no car—just a spaceship waiting. He offered his bed, polite at first. But disappointment flickered when I mentioned girls. I saw it: he wanted me. Cultured, kind, his sadness charmed me. Frustration gnawed—I craved that hunger on me again.
The Approach
Silence stretched. Wine warmed my veins. ‘Until tonight, maybe,’ I whispered, shattering my straight shell. His face lit up, autumn eyes sparkling gold. Lips crashed. Tongues tangled, wine-sweet saliva mixing. Imperious, his tongue claimed my mouth. Heart raced wild. No turning back. Fear twisted with thrill—my first man, this unknown plunge.
He yanked my sweater. Fingers fumbled my shirt buttons, feverish. Torse bare, he kissed my skin, hands roaming. My jeans next—zip down, belt off. His cock strained his briefs. I gripped it, hot column pulsing. ‘I want you so bad,’ he breathed. Naked, he fetched a condom, ass flexing firm. Mine hardened, aching.
Kneeling, I rolled it on him, fingers shaking. Unveiled his glistening head. Dropped low, cupped his balls—soft, heavy. Lips brushed his slit. ‘They’ll empty in you,’ he groaned. I nodded, mouth watering. Stood, pressed against him. His thick shaft throbbed on my belly.
He spun me to the leather couch. Knees hit floor, chest on cool hide—shiver up my spine. His teeth grazed my neck, hands pinched nipples. Finger teased my crack, slipped in slick. I clenched, then relaxed. Virgin hole yielding. Second finger joined, stretching. Then his cockhead nudged. Gentle force pushed in. I bloomed open, balls slapping my ass. Tight burn melted to fullness. Possessed, but given freely.
The Instant
‘Tight as fuck,’ he hissed, pumping steady. Pain faded to electric pleasure. His hand gripped my dripping cock, balls. Stroke synced with thrusts—orgasm built fast. He growled, drove deep. ‘Fucking you to the heart.’ Convulsions hit; he flooded the rubber as I spurted on leather.
We panted, fused. He slipped out, soft now. I lay spent, sperm pooling. He returned smiling, condom ditched. ‘No guest room tonight.’ Bathroom mirror showed flushed cheeks, bitten lips. We finished the wine in tender quiet, bodies close. Bed later—his arm over me, hand owning my cock. Slept deep.
Morning: he watched me. ‘You boned in your sleep.’ Hard again. He sucked me, rolled on a rubber. ‘No,’ I said. ‘My turn.’ Surprise, then grin. ‘Yes!’ Mouths on cocks brief—too eager. He bent for me. I entered slow, hand on his dick, other on heart. ‘To your heart,’ I echoed. He came, triggering mine. Revenge sweet.
He eyed me wryly. ‘Not really Quebecois.’ I confessed the stars. He laughed, then pitied—thought me mad. Drove me to Clermont anyway. Sad glances. ‘Come back if needed.’ Parking lot like Hades. Innocence cracked wide. New horizons burned in. Mortal flesh forever changed me.
