And if the one who deflowered me was a bastard? (2)

Well, yes, as I told you in the first part of the story, I ended up sending a new letter to that guy. The only one who had been smart enough to set up a small trap for me, meeting at a bar, right next to what I later discovered was an hourly rental apartment. I can't blame him much, really, he just gave me what I wanted but my fears wouldn't let me do. He simply knew how to break down my barriers until he got what he wanted: to deflower a handsome young guy.

The second meeting was on the outskirts of the city. I arrived in my parents' car, since at that time I didn't have one of my own, and parked in front of a fountain. The place was quite nice.

He didn't take long to arrive, I recognized him getting out of a taxi a few meters away from where I was. It wasn't very difficult to find each other. It was a quiet area with little movement.

He also saw me, came towards me, and got into the car.

- Good afternoon Jota

- Good afternoon.

- Don't be shy, we already know each other well. And you're the one who contacted me, right?

- Yes, yes.

It's a beautiful afternoon, almost summer, the sun is setting.

- Well, well, I'm glad. Do you know this area?

- I know it's the Montjuic mountain, but I had never been to this part.

- You'll like it, it's a cruising area with a lot of activity when the sun sets. Here we can play quietly, because only people who want to play like us come here. It's a discreet area and cheaper than the hourly rental apartment.

I don't answer, I don't know what to say. A few minutes pass in silence. I look outside, it's getting dark. And now I notice that there are a couple of cars with people inside.

- Well… here I am, what did you want?

- I wanted to see you.

- See me? Of course. Talk about the weather and such, no?

- No, well, that's not it.

- You live more than 50 kilometers away, so today you're going to drive more than 100 kilometers to chat, I see.

- It's not that, you already know.

- I'm afraid it won't be that easy today, it won't be free.

- What do you mean? Free?

- I want to hear you. After a few days, you contacted me to meet, tell me the truth, have you jerked off remembering how I fucked you?

- Yes, I have.

- Come on, damn it, you're 21 years old, you're not a kid. Tell me, did you enjoy it, you bastard?

- Yes, a lot, I had been with men, but I had never enjoyed it like that.

- Well, we're getting to it, I want to hear you…

- I liked it a lot, sir.

- That's not what I want to hear now, what did you come for?

- I want to repeat.

- Almost, but that's not what I want to hear, what did you come for?

- I want you to fuck me again, sir.

I see the smile on his face. The game begins. His hands g...