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 yield, slowly, millimeter by millimeter. Fernando felt how it opened him, how the flesh yielded to the flesh, and let out a long, deep moan that came from his entrails.

—Slowly... —he whispered, with his hands gripping Alfredo's shoulders, digging his nails in—. Like that... don't stop...

—I'm not going to stop, little princess —Alfredo replied, with a hoarse, trembling voice, holding back the urge to thrust all at once—. I'm going to put it all inside you, but little by little, as you deserve.

Fernando felt every centimeter that advanced. 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.

—You're so big... —he moaned, arching his back, feeling how Alfredo sank deeper and deeper.

—And you 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 groins crashed against Fernando's buttocks, 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, 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 are mine, little princess. And I am yours.

He started to move. Slowly. A slow, rhythmic sway, entering and withdrawing with a soft, almost hypnotic rhythm. Fernando felt everything: every little vein of Alfredo's cock rubbing inside him, each thrust filling his body with a heat that rose up his spine and exploded in his brain.

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

Alfredo didn't stop. While he penetrated him, slowly, steadily, he leaned over his body and began to kiss him. He kissed his lips, putting his tongue into his mouth in rhythm with the thrusts. He kissed his chin, his jaw, his neck, sucking the skin softly, leaving little marks that the next day Fernando would look at in the mirror with a secret smile. He went down to his chest and licked his nipples, one and then the other, making circles with his tongue while his hips continued moving, slow, implacable, inside Fernando.

—You are so beautiful —Alfredo told him, his voice broken by effort and pleasure—. So beautiful and so mine.

Alfredo's hands roamed Fernando's body as if it were an instrument he had been wanting to pl...