First lesson

First lesson

Story generated by AI based on a real experience

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I was 18 and had just left home, freshly minted freedom. I was short—only five feet five inches—but with a toned body, the kind that's defined even without stepping foot in the gym, taut skin, nerve in the muscles, a look of restless kid and a face of dangerous youngster. That night I wanted war, excitement, and to make an impression.

Before leaving, I put on a tight-fitting t-shirt that accentuated my chest and arms, some short shorts without underwear, and a splash of cologne, ready for the scent of provocation from the first step. I left with an accelerated pulse, knowing I was exposed and knowing that I liked it.

The date was clear and dirty. The guy from the chat was almost sixty. Zero shame, pure bestial phrase:

—I'll destroy you, little whore. Think carefully about what you're doing, because I don't have patience for soft kids—

—Tell it to my face —I replied, feeling how my blood boiled just imagining it.

Atocha, eleven at night. My heart was racing everywhere. As soon as I stepped onto the platform, I located him: tall, bony, old trench coat, that energy of a dirty man who takes over everything. He scanned me from head to toe and approached as if no one else existed in the world.

—Are you my little whore?

I nodded. He grabbed my hair, lifted my head, and thrust his tongue down my throat, biting my lip and snorting. I felt his saliva trickle down the corner of my mouth before he gave me a direct spit in the mouth.

—That's it, kid. You come perfumed and with your mouth ready. You're just trash and a hole, do you understand?

I had my nerves on edge, the smell of cologne sticking to the sweat that was starting to appear. He grabbed my ass with force, squeezing the shorts tight, pressing me against him as if reclaiming me in front of everything around us.

He growled in my ear:

—I know a discreet spot around here. I'm going to leave you marked.

Walking behind him, I could barely distinguish the sidewalk. My pulse was racing, my mind summarizing everything in his hand on my ass and the tingling sensation of not wearing anything under my shorts. We ended up among the damp bushes, right on the edge of the mud.

—On your knees, kid. In the mud.

He slapped me twice, quick, just enough to bring me back to my body. I felt his saliva on my forehead and in my mouth again, forcing me to open and swallow, mixing my cologne with his strong and sweaty smell.

—Like that, swallower. You smell clean but you're going to end up stained with everything except cologne...

I got on my knees, feeling the sticky earth on my legs. He opened his trench coat, pulled out his cock, hard and veiny. He hit my face and thrust it into my mouth abruptly, without waiting a second for m...