The first time.

The first time I ever satisfied a man, I was little more than a boy. I won’t say here exactly how old I was at the time, so you can read into that what you will.

I was around at a friends house until late one night. Hanging out, you know, the usual teenage boy stuff. Nothing out of the ordinary. Time was getting on and his dad offered to drop me off at home. Again, nothing out of the ordinary. What was out of the ordinary, however, and what sets this night aside from the countless other occasions I had hung out at my friends house, was that tonight, my friend didn’t come along for the ride.

No big deal, I had known his dad for years and felt comfortable alone in his presence. Not only did I feel comfortable with him, I had a crush on him, and I knew from the way he looked at me that he was tempted. I would often catch him giving me the eye. Over the years my teasing of him had intensified, but he was yet to make a move.

As soon as we were alone in the car, I could tell tonight was going to be the night that things were different. He started telling me about how lonely he had been recently, having lost his wife a few years earlier. I picked up on the signs straight away and played along. I told him that he needed to find somebody who he could let off some steam with.

Our route home took us past a local dogging spot and he pulled in. He was still trying to play coy, leaving the door open for an innocent explanation if the need for one should arise. But I knew what he wanted, and I decided I was just going to go for it.

I reached over and put my hand in his lap, feeling both the warmth of his cock and the shape of it through his shorts. He wasn’t taken aback, probably just relieved that I had saved him having to make the first move. He just looked at me intently while I stroked his cock through his clothes.

He leant over and kissed me. A proper, deep, passionate kiss. I was so hot and lustful in that moment that I’d have done anything for him. I worked his shorts down and he sprung free. God he was huge, must have been 10 inches at least.

I knew in that moment what to do. I leant over from the passenger side and took his cock in my mouth. I was like a demon possessed. I sucked and I sucked and I sucked. I was probably awful at it, being my first time and all, but he never complained. Not once.

I was in full rhythm and I could feel his hand creeping inside the waistband of my own shorts. He slid his hand down the back, his fingers searching for my hole. His finger finding my hole. He had one inside me and I could feel he was going to cum. Last chance, I thought. I got brave, and asked him if he wanted to fuck me. I think the reality of what he was doing might have hit home and he made up an excuse about it being too awkward in the car, so back in my mouth he went, and within seconds he was unloading into my mouth.

He never said much the rest of the way home, but I was beaming from ear to ear. I had just made a man cum, and a life-long addiction was born. I put his silence down to nerves. Maybe he was scared I would talk, tell my parents maybe, but I never would. I had loved every second of it. I wanted more, and I knew it wouldn’t be the last time.

I had got into that car as a boy, and I left it as a slut.