How I Lost My Virginity Part 3 and 4

Part 3 — The Underwear

The kiss grew hungrier. Something changed in Alfredo in an instant: he stopped being the calm man who served whisky and spoke softly, and became something else. More animal. More needy.

“Today I’m going to teach you more than how to kiss, son,” he growled against his mouth, and his hands went from caressing to unbuttoning.

Fernando felt the buttons of his uniform shirt give way one after another, quickly, without delicacy. Alfredo pulled the shirt over his head and threw it to the floor without looking. Then the shoes, the pants, everything with a haste that allowed no pauses. Fernando was in his underwear in less than a minute, on the living room armchair of a stranger, bare-chested and covering himself with his hands without knowing what to protect.

“Wait... stop,” Fernando said, his voice breaking, putting his hands on Alfredo’s chest. “Alfredo, stop, seriously.”

Alfredo didn’t stop. He pushed his hands away as if swatting a fly and threw himself on top of him, kissing his neck, biting his shoulder, moving down his chest with his mouth open. His hands roamed the boy’s body mercilessly: the nipples, the ribs, the waist, the thighs, squeezing, leaving marks.

“Relax,” Alfredo said in a hoarse voice, without stopping touching him. “You don’t know what you want. I do. And I’m going to make you feel things you didn’t know existed.”

Fernando wanted to push him away. He truly wanted to. But his body responded in another way: his heart racing, his skin prickling, and below, treacherously, his cock swelling against the cotton of his underwear.

“No...” Fernando moaned, his hands on Alfredo’s shoulders, without the strength to push him away. “No, stop, I don’t want to...”

Alfredo pulled his underwear down to his thighs without consideration, and Fernando’s cock sprang into view: hard, red, dripping, denying with evidence everything his mouth was saying.

“You don’t want to?” Alfredo laughed, lowered his hand, and wrapped it around that young cock, squeezing it with his large, stained fingers. “Look at yourself, son. Your body is betraying you. This can’t be hidden.”

Fernando let out a moan he couldn’t control. His head told him to stop him, to run out of there, that this wasn’t what he had asked for. But his body, for the first time in his life, was responding to a man, and that sensation was so new, so brutal, that he couldn’t fight against it.

Alfredo masturbated him slowly, enjoying every tremor from the boy, watching his face of panic and pleasure mixed together.

“That’s how I like you, Fernando,” he murmured. “Scared. Confused. Hard. When you leave here, you’re going to know exactly what you are.”

Fernando squeezed his eyes shut, biting his lip, hating and loving at the same time what he was feeling, while the mature man’s hand kept moving up and down his cock, relentless, teaching his body what his mouth...