Alvaro's initiation

“Turn off your phone”

Here we go. Now the serious part begins. I knew this moment was going to come; I had been wishing for it with all my soul. But this firm order told me that I was no longer anyone. I can’t help but sigh. And I look at the one I chose as Master. With the look of a slaughtered lamb, I suppose. He smiles calmly at me. I return the smile and turn off my phone.

For a few months now, submission had started to attract me. I had read some stories on the Xtudr page, and each time I felt more identified with the submissive in the story. Because of the sensations, the fears... everything. In my sexual relationships, I’ve always been passive. It has always been the role that “fell to me.” I must have a passive-looking face, because when I’ve gone cruising, every time I went after someone, his first words were either “Do you suck?” or “Do you offer ass?” No one has ever suggested that I be active.

At first, I hooked up with guys my age. But it didn’t take long for me to get bored. I started at 16. I prefer not to think about the amount of dick I’ve taken. Around 18 I realized that older guys had more experience, more initiative. My first “intense” experience was at 18. There was a cruising spot near my house. Whenever I could, under the pretext of going for a bike ride, I would drop by there. One morning I crossed eyes with a guy who must have been around 35. A horny, depraved look. I thought: this one looks like he has a huge cock. I turned my face and he was looking at me. I turned down a path that led to my favorite spot. A place full of brush that allowed us to be very “discreet.” Not without looking back several times. The guy had understood the meaning of my little looks and was following me.

Once I reached my “spot,” I parked the bike and went into the brush in such a way that he could see where I was going. He didn’t take long to arrive. “Do you want cock?” I love the romanticism of these moments. We aren’t here for anything else. “Yes,” I stammer. And he takes out his cock... God! Even Javi’s is smaller (Javi is a friend of mine who brags about his 20 cm). “Do you like cum?” “No, not cum!” “Your loss, kid.” I thought that would make him leave, but no. He pushes me against the tree and says, “Kneel.” I do it like an automaton. I notice a strong cock smell. I look up. I see him smiling. “You like my cock, kid, huh?” “Yes,” I stammer. “You’re going to fall in love.” He turns my face, putting my mouth upward, and places his big balls on my lips. “Lick.”

I loved the dynamic. So I started licking his big balls. “See how fat they are? They’re loaded... For you... What a shame it’ll be when I see you spit out my cum.”

I froze. I push him away from me, shoving his thighs with my hands, and say, “Please, don’t cum in my mouth, okay?”

“Ah! Not even that?”

He pushes me...