Genesis: the beginning of Master Dunham

What I set out in this story is true. However, be warned that memories tend to idealize a situation.

While it is true that when I was 23 my personality was extroverted, sweet and incredibly naive, the fact of having to move from a small city of 100 thousand inhabitants to the great metropolis of Barcelona, due to my personal concerns and to be able to live my sexuality freely; what I am going to tell you was my discovery of BDSM.

I have to say that, having no references beyond porn, I was reluctant about everything that fell outside the norm... I mean, I was an asshole.

On one of those occasions when I was trying to hook up through the Chueca chat and Messenger, I coincided with a neighbor who lived no more than a block away from where I lived. I seem to remember that neighbor was older than me, which at first bothered me (I already told you I was an asshole), but his powerful physique made the "problem" of age disappear.

Although I think the memory idealizes him, the man had a gym-worked body, very different from those boys I hooked up with. I don't remember well if he was bald or simply had a shaved head. I had never been attracted to that type of person, but what I do remember is that it had never happened to me that someone I assumed was out of my league, who played in another league, would notice me.

I clarify that everything I say I say from the perspective of who I was and how I thought (except calling myself an asshole).

So, nervous but extremely curious about what awaited me there, I got dressed and went to his house. I buzzed the intercom and he opened directly. Instead of leaving the door ajar, as happened in almost all those kinds of encounters, he waited for me at the door and accompanied me to his room, not without first asking me if I needed anything. I asked him for a little water, which he brought me after settling me in his room.

After drinking the whole glass in one gulp, he came closer and snapped at me, "you're thirsty, huh." Without letting me respond, he began to kiss me and I let myself go. I felt incredibly comfortable and at the same time my head kept pounding about what I was doing there. I proceeded to undress him and he in turn undressed me and sat me on the edge of the bed. He knelt down and placed his head between my legs with his mouth wide open, making me understand that that was exactly the reason I was there, what we had agreed upon. He began to suck it with great dedication and my head no longer said anything, I just enjoyed the pleasure. Instinctively, and just as porn had taught me, I grabbed his head with my hands and pushed, to which he made no gesture of rejection, rather he got more turned on.

And now comes the moment when everything changed, the Genesis of Dunham.

He put his hand on my hand, and I understood that he wanted me to release him. I feared that it wasn't enough and that he was going to throw me out of his house. I...