I Lost My Virginity to a Man I Met at Night

My name is Adrián, and this is the first time I’ve dared to tell something like this. I’m twenty-three years old, I’m from Seville, I’m one meter eighty tall, and I weigh just over sixty kilos. No muscles, brown hair that was always tousled, and a way of looking at the floor that gave away how little I knew about myself back then. This is the story of the night I stopped being a virgin.

During that year I went out almost every weekend with my group of friends. We drank too much, smoked a little, and thought we owned the city until the sun reminded us that we were nothing. It was on one of those nights, a random dawn, when everything happened.

We were standing in line to get into a nightclub in the city center. I was pretty gone, with that warm drunkness that loosens your tongue and loosens your fears. But one of my friends, Rubén, was much worse off: he threw up right at the doorman’s feet, and the guy didn’t even bother to hide his disgust. It was obvious he wasn’t getting in. The others were already inside and, if they came out, they wouldn’t be let back in. So I ended up having to drag him back to his apartment building.

I left him sprawled on his sofa, put a bucket next to him, and left. There was no point in going back to the club, so I went down to the subway to head home. I was bored, a little horny from the alcohol, with that mix of loneliness and excitement that only shows up at dawn. I took out my phone and opened Grindr, more out of habit than anything else, just to look at profiles.

That was when a guy called “mando_40” messaged me. The conversation went more or less like this:

—Hi.

—Hi, what are you looking for?

—Just blowjobs. I’m a virgin and I want to take it slow.

—Okay, that’s fine with me.

—Where? I’m on the subway.

—Near the last stop on the line. No recording, that’s for starters. And remember to finish in the mouth.

—Okay.

—Get out now.

We kept talking for a while. He wrote in short, terse sentences, as if every word were an order and not a suggestion. I don’t know if it was the booze or something inside me that I’d never looked straight in the face, but he convinced me. He lived quite far away, almost on the outskirts, but it was still early and I didn’t mind walking for a good while under the streetlights.

When I was just a couple of streets away, another message came in:

—I’ll wait for you at the door. When you get here I want you to kiss me hard and touch my cock over my pants.

That message sent me through the roof. You could tell he was a dominant guy, someone who didn’t ask but commanded, and that was exactly what turned me on without my fully understanding why.

***

A couple of minutes later I arrived. I recognized him right away. He was my height but twice as wide, must have weighed around a hundred kilos, wearing a worn black tracksuit and standing on the sidewalk in a way that took up all the space. He looked like a junkie, one of those guys who’s already done it a thousand times and gets bored with easy things.

Under normal circumstances I would have turned around and left. The scene was strange, almost like something out of my mother’s warnings. But alcohol and that new submissiveness that was starting to grow in my chest won out over common sense, and I went up to him.

—Hi —I said.

He didn’t answer. He lunged at me and we started kissing against the building front. I did what he’d asked: I touched his cock over the tracksuit pants. But the feel of the fabric wasn’t enough, so I shoved my whole hand inside his underwear. I could feel him growing with the half-hardon I was giving him. He, meanwhile, ran his hands around my waist and soon slid them down to my ass, kneading it with a force that left no doubt.

We stayed like that for almost a minute, until he pulled away and said:

—Follow me.

He opened the gate to his housing complex and started walking without waiting for me. I assumed we’d go up to his apartment, but then he suddenly turned:

—Do you prefer my place or the storage room? My mother’s sleeping upstairs. If we don’t make noise, she won’t notice.

Just imagining his mother catching us made my stomach turn, so I told him the storage room was better. It seemed the most discreet, the least compromising. I still didn’t know just how much being compromising had already stopped being in my hands.

We went down a narrow staircase to a little room that smelled of damp and old cardboard. It was pitch black. He turned on his phone flashlight and propped the phone on its side on a metal shelf, so a cold beam of light cut across the room and left the rest in shadow.

***

I didn’t take long to kiss him again. This time we only lasted a few seconds before I decided to take the initiative. I pulled away, took off my jacket because the enclosed space was making me hot, and knelt in front of him. I yanked his pants and underwear down in one go, and out came a medium-sized cock, about thirteen centimeters, but fairly thick, with the base covered in dark hair. Exactly the right size for my first time, I thought, to reassure myself.

The first thing I did, out of sheer inexperience, was yank back his foreskin all at once.

—Hey, careful —he snapped, grimacing. I’d been too rough.

I spent a while jerking him off, hesitating over whether to put it in my mouth. I kept bringing my face closer and closer to that warm piece of flesh until a strong, sour smell hit me, a mix of trapped sweat and a long night. That made me pull back at once. This isn’t for me, I told myself, and I stood up.

—I can’t, man, I’m leaving —I muttered, picking up my jacket from the floor.

—What do you mean you’re leaving? You’re going to leave me like this, half-finished? —he said, and his face changed at once.

—I’m sorry, really. Open up, please —I asked him, getting a little scared now.

He grabbed my arm with a force that left no room for negotiation.

—Come on. Finish what you started.

At that moment I understood I didn’t have much choice left. The guy outweighed me by a lot, and resisting down there, with no one nearby, could only end worse. And maybe, I thought, looking for an excuse for myself, maybe I’ll even like it. So I got back into the same position as before while he finished taking off his tracksuit.

I started again with my hand, but he was already getting impatient.

—Come on, get to it.

This time I didn’t think twice. I started with clumsy licks on the head, the way I’d seen in videos, and soon I took it into my mouth. I moved my head back and forth, slowly at first, finding a rhythm. And the strange thing is that, once I got used to the smell, it stopped bothering me. I even started to like it. I felt my own cock waking up inside my pants. Every so often he would grab the back of my neck and set the pace however he wanted.

***

We’d been at it a good while when I saw the beam of light move. I looked up and caught him: he was filming me with his phone.

—What are you doing? Stop. We said no recording —I protested.

—You keep going —he replied, and slapped my cheek, making it burn.

I kept going. I even tried harder, I don’t know if out of fear he’d get angry or because, deep down, I’d surrendered to the situation. My head was spinning, between the alcohol, the shock, and a pleasure I didn’t understand. Suddenly he pulled away.

—Stop, stop.

He pulled away, leaving a strand of saliva between his cock and my mouth. He took off his T-shirt, propped the phone up properly on the shelf, framing the shot, and said:

—Now I’m going to fuck you.

—But… we said I’d only suck you off —I said in a thin voice.

—I don’t care. That’s what you get for trying to bolt.

I tried to talk him around, searched for words, but there was nothing to be done. I accepted what was coming with a strange calm, like someone letting themselves be carried by a current they can no longer cut across.

—Take your clothes off. And make sure it shows —he ordered.

I obeyed without arguing. First the shirt, then the pants and underwear. That was when I realized I was completely hard and the tip was leaking. He didn’t miss that either.

—Well, look at you, so you’re enjoying it. Get on all fours on the mattress.

There was an old mattress in one corner, with no sheets. I got onto it and tried to arch my back like I’d seen a thousand times on screen, to show him I was cooperating.

—Very good.

I stayed like that for a while until I felt a cold stream of lube running down my crack to my ass. He started slipping his fingers in, one first, then two. It didn’t hurt at all; on the contrary, I liked it more than I’d expected. It was something I used to do to myself alone at home, but there, with his big hands and his heavy breathing on the back of my neck, it was something completely different.

—I’m going to film all of it —he said, grabbing the phone again.

I wasn’t protesting anymore. By then I was enjoying it too much to pretend otherwise, even though fear was still there, beating underneath the excitement, reminding me what was coming.

***

Without warning, he grabbed my waist, dragged me to the edge of the mattress, and started to push in slowly. I clenched my teeth. In just a few thrusts he was all the way inside.

—Do you like it? —he panted into my ear.

And without letting me answer, he started moving fast, hard, with a rhythm that shook my whole body. That was exactly when the initial pain gave way to something else, a thick mix of pleasure and vertigo that made me moan without control.

—Ah, ah… fuck —escaped me.

I could hear him grunting behind me, puffing with pleasure, and that turned me on even more. There was something about knowing I was desired in such an animal way that shut off every other thought.

—Do you like it or not? —he repeated.

—Yes —I admitted. —Keep going.

He fucked me for a good while, changing the rhythm, stopping and starting again to drag it out. Until he said:

—It won’t be long now.

He pulled out suddenly and stood up. I could feel my ass hot, throbbing, and even that felt good.

—Stand up against the wall.

I didn’t even take two seconds to obey. I put my hands on the cold wall and arched my back to offer him my ass. He pushed into me again, but this time he didn’t move inside: with his other hand he grabbed my cock and started jerking me off. I was so close to the edge that it only took a few seconds for me to cum, sending several spurts against the whitewashed wall.

Since his hand covered me completely, some semen was left on his fingers.

—Open your mouth —he said.

And I licked his fingers clean without thinking, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Right after that he went back in. This time, to my surprise, he lasted barely a minute before starting to shake.

—I’m cumming… —he growled as he emptied himself inside me.

He hugged me from behind with his cock still inside, pressing his sweaty chest to my back. We stayed like that for almost a minute while he softened, until he came out on its own.

***

He let himself fall onto the mattress, exhausted, and looked up at me from below.

—Clean it for me.

And that’s what I did. I knelt between his legs and licked him while I felt his cum sliding down my thigh. I didn’t stop until there wasn’t a trace left.

When I finished, I got up to get dressed, but he cut me off:

—Wait, wait.

—What?

—Some photos, for the memory. Get on all fours and spread your ass wide.

By then I was already completely his, so I did as he said. He took another one of me lying on my back, holding my ankles, and one last one with the remains of my own semen still on the wall.

I got dressed in silence and, before leaving, I dared to ask him to delete the videos and photos.

—No, not yet —he said with a half-smile that chilled me—. I want you here next Saturday, same time. If you come and behave yourself, maybe I’ll delete them.

—You’re an asshole.

—I’m not going to show them to anyone until then. You just make sure you’re just as docile next time, and they’ll disappear.

He walked me to the garage gate and said goodbye with a forced kiss and a slap on the ass. I stepped out into the empty street with my body aching, my head in a mess, and an uncomfortable certainty nailed into my chest: that part of me, however hard it was for me to admit it, was already thinking about coming back the following Saturday.