Date: Sat, 20 Jan 2018 12:36:52 -0800 From: mydogatemyemail Subject: Losing My Virginity to Deacon Bryce (Gay/Adult Youth, oral, anal, b/M, b/m) Losing My Virginity to Deacon Bryce (Gay/Adult Youth, oral, anal, b/M, b/m) by mydogatemyemail (C) 2018 mydogatemyemail Author's Note: This is a true story about how I lost my virginity. I am now an adult. I have changed the name of the man who introduced me to anal intercourse, but all other information remains intact. It involves a sexual encounter between an adult male and a 15-year-old boy -- me. If this offends you, please don't read it. I do not endorse nor do I condone sex between minors and adults. Comments are welcome: mydogatemyemail@gmail.com ---------- I grew up kind of isolated on a small farm in Washington state. My parents belonged to an ultra-conservative non-affiliated church that didn't encourage interaction with non-believers. They encouraged homeschooling, large families, and women who knew their place. My family was no different. I have a brother who's two years younger than me, and I've got six much older sisters by my mother's first marriage. I was homeschooled, and the only people I generally met where those who attended our church. When I hit my teens, my mother was diagnosed with cancer. My parents had to rely on other people to help get my brother and me to karate practice, music lessons, and other appointments. Little did they know this would lead to me learning the joys of gay sex. At the time, I looked like the typical 15-year-old white farm boy. I was 5'4" tall, weighed 110 pounds, short brown hair, blue eyes, ears and a nose a bit too big for my head, and teeth not quite in perfect alignment. The only hair on my body was located under my arm pits, my pubes, and a scattering of fluff on my legs and arms. I was skinny with a small amount of what some people call baby fat around my waist, but it was mostly noticeable to me not anyone else. One thing I had then and still have today is a perfect bubble butt. It looks like two cantaloupes stuff under my jeans. I couldn't get enough of masturbating at the time, and my much-abused cock was 4" long, proportionately thick, uncut, and covered in veins. The head was and remains huge. I had difficulty pulling my foreskin back the head was so big. Even today, its uncomfortable for me to retract my skin because the head is so large. We lived in the Vancouver area, and I had to attend a homeschool related event in Seattle. Neither of my parents could take me. One of the church deacons offered to take me. I'll refer to him as Bryce. He was in his early thirties, married with two young kids and above average looking. He was about 6'1" tall, weight about 180 pounds, wavy brown hair parted on the side, brown eyes, and charming dimples whenever he smiled. He had an athletic build from working manual labor. I always noticed wafts of chest hair poking out from the top of his shirt whenever I saw him at church, and it made my stomach tingle. Deacon Bryce and I got on the highway headed north on I-5 and we got to talking about music and sports. I was wearing blue jogging pants with a white strip, a matching jacket, and a white t-shirt. He had on jeans, a dark blue polo, and a black zip-up jacket. Soon, I noticed he started to steer the conversation toward more cheeky topics. The language he used and the body language he displayed changed too. He started to ask me questions that I knew were inappropriate about my feelings on girls, what changes I was experiencing from puberty, and masturbation. He made a point of patting me on my thigh with his right hand throughout the conversation as we drove. The conversation was naughty. I was a teenager, and I loved seeing someone I viewed as an authority figure acting inappropriately. It was also making me feel pleasantly warm all over. The patting on my thigh changed to him leaving his hand on my thigh and rubbing it in slow circles. At one point, he noticed me looking down at his hand. He asked me if I minded, and I said that it was fine. He told me I could do the same to his thigh. He said it in such a way that I thought it was a request, so I began to do the same to his right thigh with my left hand. We pulled off at a rest area, but we didn't get out of the car. He continued the conversation and the seemingly innocent body contact. That would soon change. He lifted my hand from his thigh to his crotch and urged me to continue to rub him. He asked me whether I had seen an adult's cock before -- he didn't say penis, he said cock, and that cause my dick to twitch. I told him I hadn't seen one. It was true too growing up isolated. I hadn't even discovered internet porn yet. Without hesitation or missing a beat, he unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock. He was a rock hard 7" thick with an equally meaty head. He was so hard it was throbbing and looked angry. I couldn't take my eyes off it. He licked his lips and positioned my hand around his dick. Instinctively, I knew to stroke it, and he let out a loud moan. I was equally hard in my track pants, and I felt like I was leaking a gallon of precum. There were no other cars anywhere around us, and he suggested we move to the back seat. I was horny. He was letting me play with his cock. He was an authority figure in our church, and I was angry at God for letting my mom get cancer. I was feeling rebellious, and I wanted to get back at God by letting Deacon Bryce seduce me. Once in the backseat, he slid off his pants, and he urged me to do the same. We were both sitting there stroking each other, and it felt good. He asked me to suck his cock. I hesitated and frowned at the idea. Eventually he convinced me. I leaned over and put the head in my mouth. It was like shockwaves going through my body as I realized I liked this sensation. Slowly, with his encouragement, I began to go up and down on his cock, learned how to do it without my teeth, and found myself overcome with lust. After a few minutes, he had me stop and asked me to let him suck my cock. Once his lips were wrapped around my cock, oh my God, I saw stars. I was in heaven. It felt so good. The only thing I'd really known about gay sex before this moment was it in some way involved anal intercourse. I didn't know any better, so I told him I wanted him to fuck me. I offered my ass to him. I wanted to feel him inside me. He asked me whether I was sure, and I nodded in affirmation. He opened the car door, positioned me on my knees, spit on his fingers for lube, and began to penetrate my ass. I'd never fingered my own ass before this moment, so the feeling was new to me. He used one then two digits before lust over took him. I could hear him spit in the palm of his hand, and he covered the head of his cock with it. My hairless ass cheeks spread, and my tight virgin pink hole puckered, he rested the head of his cock against me. As slowly as he could, he forced the head past my sphincter muscle and inside me. He'd breached my most private part. I gasped. He asked whether I was alright, and I nodded okay. He didn't wait for any more affirmation from me. He pushed the rest of it inside. My vision went black and the pain was intense, but I didn't make a sound. I wanted this. He began to slowly move in and out of me. My insides burned like they were on fire. At the exact moment it was unpleasant, but the memory still makes me hard today. He picked up the pace and soon his balls were slapping against my virgin ass. My hard cock was grinding into the seat. The head was sliding in and out of my foreskin in rhythm to each thrust of his cock into my ass. He reached down and fondled my balls at one point, and I almost came from the touch. His cock was all the way inside me working its magic, filling my ass, and spreading me open. He was so deep inside me he was now grinding his hip bone into me. I don't know why but the feeling of his hips firmly against me was unbelievably sexy. Suddenly, my ass began to burn more than ever as I felt his cock seem to expand to almost twice its size as he came inside me. People say you can't but I could feel each volley after volley of his adult cum fill my butt. He pulled out, stood up, and began to clean his cock with napkins in the car. I rolled over and realized I had covered the seat in what had to be multiple loads of cum I didn't even realized I'd shot. I could feel his cum oozing out of my hole, and I asked him for some napkins too. We cleaned up, through the napkins into the trash. We walked into the rest area bathroom and each took a piss. Standing next to each other we openly admired each other's cocks. We probably would've done more, but we were brought back to reality by the sound of the bathroom door opening. We got back to the car and amused ourselves at not getting caught because no other vehicle pulled into the area until we were done. We didn't talk the entire rest of the way to Seattle, and I fell asleep. Once we got to Seattle, I was occupied with my homeschool quiz competition. I could tell he was feeling guilty the entire ride back to Brush Prairie. All I could think of was the pleasant feeling I now felt throbbing in my ass from the previous burning when he was assaulting my hole with that cock. Sadly, we never did anything sexual together again. Comments welcome: mydogatemyemail@gmail.com