How I Lost My Virginity Final Part

Part 16 — The First Time
Alfredo pushed.

The tip of his cock, thick and hot, pressed against Fernando’s entrance and began to give way, slowly, millimeter by millimeter. Fernando felt how it opened him, how flesh yielded to flesh, and he let out a long, deep moan that came from his guts.

—Slowly... —he whispered, his hands clinging to Alfredo’s shoulders, digging his nails in—. Like that... don’t stop...

—I’m not going to stop, little princess —Alfredo replied, his voice hoarse, trembling, holding back the urge to thrust all at once—. I’m going to put it all in, but little by little, like you deserve.

Fernando felt every centimeter advancing. It was an intense, overwhelming pressure that filled his body with a new electricity. It wasn’t pain. It was fullness. It was as if something inside him, something that had always been empty, was being filled for the first time.

—Yours is so big... —he moaned, arching his back, feeling Alfredo sink deeper and deeper.

—And you’re so tight... —Alfredo replied, kissing his neck, biting him softly—. So warm inside... You’re driving me crazy.

When Alfredo finally put it all the way in, when his groin pressed against Fernando’s buttocks, they both let out a moan in unison. They stayed like that for a moment, still, feeling each other. Fernando with Alfredo’s cock completely inside him, throbbing, pulsing against his walls. Alfredo with Fernando’s young body around his dick, squeezing him like a warm glove.

—It’s inside now —Alfredo said, kissing his forehead, his eyelids, his nose, his mouth—. Now you’re mine, little princess. And I’m yours.

He began to move. Slowly. A slow, rhythmic rocking, going in and out with a soft, almost hypnotic pace. Fernando felt everything: every little vein of Alfredo’s cock rubbing him inside, every thrust filling his body with a heat that rose up his spine and exploded in his brain.

—Ah... ah... like that... —Fernando panted, his legs pressed against Alfredo’s shoulders, the black stockings slipping down his thighs, the wig disheveled on the pillow, his eyes half-closed from pure pleasure—. Don’t stop... please don’t stop...

Alfredo didn’t stop. As he penetrated him, slowly, steadily, he leaned over his body and began to kiss him. He kissed his lips, pushing his tongue into his mouth to the rhythm of the thrusts. He kissed his chin, his jaw, his neck, gently sucking his skin, leaving small marks that Fernando would look at in the mirror the next day with a secret smile. He moved down to his chest and licked his nipples, one and then the other, circling them with his tongue while his hips kept moving, slow, relentless, inside Fernando.

—You’re so beautiful —Alfredo told him, his voice breaking from effort and pleasure—. So beautiful and so mine.

Alfredo’s hands traveled over Fernando’s body as if it were an instrument he had wanted to play for years. He caressed hi...