How I Lost My Virginity Part 9 and 10

Part 9 — The Taste of Submission
Fernando raised his trembling hands and lowered his gaze to Alfredo’s shoes. Old, work-worn, scuffed at the tips. He took them off one by one, slowly, as he had been ordered, and then the socks, pulling them carefully until the man’s bare feet were in front of him.

Big feet. Hard. With the smell of the day accumulated on the skin, that smell of an adult man, of work, of sweat hidden between the toes.

Fernando leaned in and kissed the instep. Slowly, his lips barely brushing the skin, feeling the rough, warm texture. Then he kissed the toes, one by one, tracing them with his mouth, feeling the smell enter his nose, strong, masculine, embarrassing.

And then, in secret, not wanting to admit it, he inhaled deeply.

He liked it. It embarrassed him, disgusted him, but he liked it. That smell of a mature man’s foot was doing something to his stomach, something he didn’t understand and didn’t dare name.

Alfredo, reclining in the chair, eyes half-closed, watched the boy kiss his feet with devotion.

“Very good, son,” he murmured with satisfaction. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this. A young boy at my feet, with his little mouth working. Keep going.”

Fernando moved up. He kissed the ankles, the calves, moving up the legs with his wet mouth, feeling Alfredo’s coarse hair on his lips. Until he reached the belt.

His fingers trembled as he unfastened the buckle. He pulled the leather, undid the button, lowered the zipper with a sound that was heard throughout the room, and pushed the trousers down to the thighs. He was left facing Alfredo’s underwear, dark, bulging, with the heat of the body emanating through the fabric.

Fernando leaned in and kissed the bulge. He felt how it moved under his lips, how it began to grow, to swell against the fabric, becoming more defined with every kiss Fernando gave it, timid at first, then more confidently, out of fear of being punished again.

Alfredo let out a low, deep moan and ran his hand through his hair.

“Sit on my legs,” he ordered. “Facing me.”

Fernando obeyed, straddling Alfredo’s thighs, his knees on either side, the man’s body in front of his own. Only two layers of fabric remained between them: Alfredo’s underwear, with that erection already completely formed, pushing upward, and Fernando’s white briefs.

Fernando grabbed his shirt by the collar and ripped it open in one pull, the buttons scattering across the floor. Then he pulled it off his shoulders and threw it away without looking, leaving him bare-chested, his hairy chest exposed.

And then Alfredo leaned in and began kissing his body.

He kissed his neck, slowly, gently biting the skin. He moved down to the shoulders, the chest, and when his mouth reached the nipples, Fernando let out a moan he couldn’t contain, arching his back involuntarily. Alfredo played with them with his ...