My first time...
current mood: horny
Before we start, I would like to say that this is a TRUE story. NOT made up. I've always loved being forced and degraded. So, the night I lost my virginity was perfect for me.
When I was around 13 or 14 some Seniors from my school invited me to a party, which of course I went to. Had a fun night. Did a lot of drinking and smoking. One of the guys, Paul, took me downstairs into the basement to smoke with him on our own. We sat on top of the washer and dryer passing the bowl back and fourth until it was done.
Once we were done he started kissing me and rubbing my cock through my pants. I instantly got hard. He started calling me gay and laughed at me. He pulled down his pants and told me that I had to suck him or he'd tell everyone that I had made a move on him. He was pretty large, or I thought so since I was so young, probably about 7.5 or 8 inches. He pushed my head to his dick and I resisted. I slightly licked and sucked it but in more of a teasing way. He forced my head down more until I started gagging on it. After a while when he knew I couldn't breath anymore he let me go.
I got up to leave and he pulled me back and pushed me over the dryer. He held me down there and pulled my pants down. He spit on my asshole and pressed his dick to my asshole. I begged him to stop but he slammed all the way into my ass. He fucked me hard and rough. I cried and begged and pleaded for him to stop but he kept going. Despite how much it hurt I still loved it and my cock was hard. He told me how I was disgusting I was for letting someone do that to me and liking it and how I was just a faggot and a slut.
He reached around and started stroking my cock while he trusted into me. I was getting close to cumming and I knew he was too. His thrusts got more brutal until I was crying under him. He slammed deep into me a few last times and I felt his cum shooting into me.
He pulled out and smacked my ass and laughed. He said I was a tight little queer and went back upstairs to see his girlfriend. I got up and pulled my pants back up and tried to pull myself together. Went over to the sink and washed my face off and went upstairs feeling his warm cum drip out of my hole.
Every time I masturbated after that it's all I could think about. Being used and forced and hurt and humiliated. I loved it. Paul went on using me until he went off to college, and still comes back for more once in a while even though he's married now. Some of his friends started using me as well... but those are all other stories to be told later. :)





