Virgin Twink’s First: An Older Man’s Bed
It was my first time – and his too. We were both rookies in the erotic department: I had never had a man enter me, and he had never had a younger boy in his bed. His name was Joe and he was just a few years older than me, a good-looking man with a broad, manly chest and a tight, muscled ass.
Climbing into his bed, I felt a thrill of pleasure and excitement. He seemed to know exactly what to do, as if he had done it many times before. His strong arm wrapped around me and his lips brushed against my own. His tongue found its way between my lips, exploring my taste until our kiss deepened into something so much more than just a pleasant encounter. His hand roamed over my chest, caressing my nipples until they were hard little peaks. When his hand moved lower, tugging at my boxers, I knew it was time.
I shivered in anticipation as he lowered me onto the bed and spread my legs apart with his own. Then, before I could blink, Joe buried himself between my thighs and my innocence was finally lost. I had become a man that night. Joe showed me what pleasure really was and I can assure you, I was forever changed.
Table of Contents
- 1.From Nervousness to Ecstasy – How It All Began
- 2.Exploring the Unknown – Into the Depths of His Bed
- 3.Exploring His Body – An Erotic Tapestry of Pleasure
- 4.Rekindled Passion - Virgin Twinks Garden of Delight
- Concluding Remarks
1.From Nervousness to Ecstasy - How It All Began
The Nerves – I had never been with a man before. I knew the basics of course, but I had no idea of what to expect. I tried to remain calm as I nervously got into his car. We didn’t talk much, but I could feel the sexual tension in the air. The only sound was the radio softly playing in the background.
We finally made it to his apartment, a small but cozy place. He had candles lit everywhere, which seemed to give the place an ethereal vibe. I was more than a little scared but excited at the same time. I felt safer for some reason, knowing I was with someone who knew what he was doing.
- He brought me a glass of wine
- We talked for a while, getting to know each other
- My breathe caught as his hands gently strayed
The Ecstasy - As his hands began to explore my body, I felt my inhibitions fading away. Every touch sent a thrilling ripple of pleasure through my entire being. His body pressed firmly against mine, filling me with sensations I had only ever dreamed of. His gentle caress turned into something more passionate as he whispered naughty things in my ear.
- I was lost in his pleasure
- My body was quivering with delight
- His mouth finding mine, kissing hungrily
2.Exploring the Unknown – Into the Depths of His Bed
My chest pounded as I stepped through the front door of the man’s house. I glanced around the sparse and masculine living room as my heart raced. He was 43 years old and a handsome barrister by day – I wondered what sort of secrets lay beyond the walls of his home. Slipping off my coat, I felt my cheeks flush as he locks his arms around me from behind, his masculine scent enveloping me. I knew this was the moment I had been anticipating for days.
Gently he pushed me forward, into the depths of his room. His bedroom. I nervously glanced around the room as he shut the door tightly behind us. At first glance it appeared to be empty; until my eyes gradually adjusted to the scene before me. The bed stood in the far corner of the room, covered in a deep burgundy duvet and twinkling silver stars. I felt a rush of anticipation rush over me as we moved closer to the bed, as though his fluttering wings were calling me closer to them. His fingertips traced a gentle path down my spine, giving me courage, and I finally let myself fall, head-first into the unknown - an older man’s bed.
3.Exploring His Body – An Erotic Tapestry of Pleasure
I was trembling with anticipation. Not only about touching his body, but having my own explored too. His hands moved over my neck and down onto my chest, exploring every contour with expertise. His fingertips teased my nipples before gently grasping and rolling them between his fingers, making me moan with pleasure.
He moved his hands lower and I felt his fingers kneading my abs then slipping lower still to my waistline. As he explored my body, he never failed to leave a trail of languid kisses along the way. It felt as if my skin was coming alive under his touch. His hands continued their exploration further down my body, exploring my inner thighs before cupping my crotch. I gasped and pulled away as his fingers lingered on the outline of my cock. His lips curled into a sly smile as he finally pulled away, and I was left panting and wanting more.
4.Rekindled Passion – Virgin Twinks Garden of Delight
Lost and Found
The night was youthful and exciting, a perfect storm of possibilities. In the outside world gas lamps flickered in the twilight, luring delicate creatures to secret rendezvous in hidden gardens. I was lost and alone, yet I wasn’t without my prize. A bouquet of pink roses in one hand and worry in the other, I walked as if intoxicated by an invisible and powerful drug. The air around me was electric, a bright anticipation of a lost innocence to be discovered.
The door opened slowly and the room sparkled with brightness. My attention was pulled to the elegant youth standing by the bed. His young eyes soaked the room in their intoxicating glaze. His skin was soft and inviting. Our eyes finally met, a moment that seemed to last forever. He wanted something, and so did I. Our bodies entwined like sailors ropes against a shoreline, our sweat dripping like ink onto precious verses. His soft lips inviting me in, the hot flow of his breath deliciously tickling my neck. We shared a deep longing, a rekindled passion like no other where no one had been before. Our bodies melted into each other as our mouths rushed together, tasting every inch of each other. It was a night I would never forget; my virgin twink in an older man’s bed.
Concluding Remarks
The night had come to an end and with it the thrill and dreaded anticipation of a first gay experience. After the first penetration, my body had become an unfamiliar new playground and each gentle thrust opened a world of pleasure and excitement that I didn’t know existed. I lay there, post-coital, feeling nervously content and enlightened as I realized that only the days to come could teach me what I had so quickly and passionately learned. I lay in an older man’s bed, an oddly fitting throne for this virgin twink, and trembled with the newly found truth of my true sexuality.
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