It sounds ridiculous, I know, but I didn't lose my virginity until I was 21. At 19, a Cuban guy took me to his hotel and rode my cock, it was my first experience. I still remember that he was very affectionate, enjoying my body and my cock. And when we finished, he told me:

- Come back tomorrow, and I'll fuck you.

I told him yes. But I didn't go.

In the next two years, I had encounters through ads in magazines (since there were no dating apps like WhatsApp) where you would communicate through postal boxes. A way to send anonymous letters.

I remember several guys, one dressed in a uniform. They all ended with a chat in a bar, a beer, and a "let's meet at my place next time". But like the Cuban guy, I never heard from them again, I was (and am) shy and too afraid.

At 21, I had only one real sexual experience, some rubbing in an X-rated movie theater, jerking off with the guy next to me, and a poorly given fuck when I fucked a guy in the movie theater bathroom, it lasted only a few seconds.

I probably needed some kind of hunter, some kind of bastard.

And then there was the banker, that's how he introduced himself, we met at a bar. When I arrived, he was already waiting at the door. He must have been close to 50 years old, no beard, no hair, a completely normal body, one of the least attractive guys I had met in those two years.

We recognized each other quickly, from the photos we had exchanged, and he probably smelled a needy kid from afar.

- Hi, I didn't know if you'd come.

- Hi

- You're nervous, calm down, it's normal. Besides, this place is full of people, they'll see us. Come here to the side, where there are fewer people.

He starts walking, looking back at me to make sure I'm following him. After just 10 meters, I see him take out a key and open a door. He stays outside and gestures with his hand for me to enter.

- I prefer that people don't see us, since they know me around here.

I hadn't said more than two words, but I was already crossing the threshold.

He comes in behind me, goes up some stairs to the first landing. I follow him, I'm very nervous. He opens the door to an apartment and gestures for me to enter again.

- Here, no one can see us, we can talk discreetly.

The apartment is horrible, neglected, disorganized, and dark; it's hard to believe someone lives there. And this guy is a banker?

I hear the door close, and he goes to a kitchenette-style office. He opens the fridge and takes out two beers. I didn't drink anything back then, not even beer. The guy opens a can and hands it to me. When my head is moving from side to side, starting to say "no"...

- Don't be silly, it'll help us relax. Just one sip, I don't want to get you drunk.

He opens his can and takes a big swig. I try it, confirming that I don't like it. He puts down his beer and approaches me. I'm s...