On the losing of virginity.
I lost my virginity at 14, in what was supposed to be the on-set classroom for Y Abuelo Y Yo, but considering that they were too cheap to hire a tutor, it was pretty much used for random fuck sessions on those long filming days. I'd just gone through my weird-ass growth spurt that turned me from a chubby little kid into an awkwardly pretty teenager, and I had no idea how to handle the attention I suddenly started receiving. Gael'd had girlfriends for more than a year before a girl even looked at me, so he was comfortable with it all. Or so it always seemed to me. He'd told me about girls, about sex. He made it sound so amazing. He didn't brag, exactly, but you know how it is. Teenage boys rag each other over being virgins, over being too gay, over every dumbass thing you can imagine.
One day, one of the actresses saw me playing with Gael and sticking my tongue out at him. I guess she figured it had its uses, so she pulled me aside and told me she really thought I'd turned out to be a handsome boy, and asked if I wanted to go make out with her. Ha! Like I'd turn THAT down. Like any 14 year old boy would. So we went into the classroom and she locked the door behind us. She kissed me, pushing her tongue into my mouth and thrusting her tits against my chest. It was so much, too much, and I was shaking.
"Do you want to make me feel VERY good?" she purred in my ear. I nodded frantically. Of course I wanted that. Before I knew what was happening, she'd slid off her panties, pulled up her skirt, and spread herself wide open on the desk. I'd seen porn, I knew what girls' pussies looked like but I was...scared. If you can believe it. It was arousing and repulsive in exactly equal measures. She took it a step further, gripping her slick lips and pulling them apart. "See this?" she purred, rubbing her fingertip over her clit as I nodded, hands fisting at my sides. "Lick it with that lovely long tongue."
For a moment, I wasn't sure I could get that close. The scent was overpowering...not in a bad way, but I suppose she was just really turned on by taking a virgin. I dropped to my knees and reminded myself that Gael said he licked girls' pussies all the time, and if he could do it, I could do it too. So I flicked my tongue over that swollen little nub and she flooded my mouth with juices that were wrong alien strange vaguely nauseating so fucking good. I licked harder, and found a rhythm, and after just a few minutes she made a soft, stifled little noise and writhed all over the desk as she came around my tongue.
I'd lost my erection somewhere along the way, and I felt so...strange. I stood up and she smiled at me, lipstick way too red. "Ohh, you're good at that. All the girls will want it. You wanna fuck me?" I couldn't exactly say no, could I? It would have been all over the set. I nodded shakily, still not trusting my voice, just letting her order me around. Her long nails were some weird shade of whore coral that didn't match her lipstick (fucking no-class makeup people on that show) as her hands wrenched open my pants and shoved them down my hips. Her fingers encircled my cock, which hardened within seconds after that touch...the first touch by any hand other than mine. "Oh, it's so cute," she cooed, and I was so humiliated. Cute? I was 14, for crying out loud. I may not have been full grown, but a boy's got his fucking dignity. (And no, it's not 'cute' anymore. I grew a real dick, thankfully, by the time I was around 16.) I wasn't going to argue though. I wanted to get it the hell over with fuck her. She guided me inside and it was slick and hot and there wasn't a whole lot of friction. I hid my face in her neck and thrust ferociously. It took about 30 seconds, start to finish. When I was done, I pulled out and zipped back up right away, painfully aware that I reeked of sex, and irrationally afraid that someone could TELL.
She made some noises about me being a sweet boy, then shoved me along my way. I don't think I said five words to her. I ran to the trailer I shared with Gael, praying to a god I don't believe in that he wasn't there. Thankfully, he was shooting. I washed and brushed my teeth about five times, then reported to makeup for a retouch. Gael came up to me later and put an arm around my shoulders. Nothing unusual about that, but I wanted to turn into him and bury my face in his neck and cry. I have no idea why. People always say I'm too 'sensitive'. I cry at movies, I get worked up over things. I get sad.
That night was another first - the first time I got so drunk I passed out. Gael and I sat in his room and watched movies, barely exchanging a word, until I'd polished off a whole bottle and curled in a ball on his floor. Some fucking rite of passage that day was.
She was 25. I figured (rightly) that from then on I should stick to less blatantly disgustingly slutty girls. It was almost a year between the first time and the second, and it went much better. We were friends, and we'd gone a couple of dates. I liked her, and honestly wanted to please her, and we cuddled up after and slept. It was nice. Much more the way things should be.
One day, one of the actresses saw me playing with Gael and sticking my tongue out at him. I guess she figured it had its uses, so she pulled me aside and told me she really thought I'd turned out to be a handsome boy, and asked if I wanted to go make out with her. Ha! Like I'd turn THAT down. Like any 14 year old boy would. So we went into the classroom and she locked the door behind us. She kissed me, pushing her tongue into my mouth and thrusting her tits against my chest. It was so much, too much, and I was shaking.
"Do you want to make me feel VERY good?" she purred in my ear. I nodded frantically. Of course I wanted that. Before I knew what was happening, she'd slid off her panties, pulled up her skirt, and spread herself wide open on the desk. I'd seen porn, I knew what girls' pussies looked like but I was...scared. If you can believe it. It was arousing and repulsive in exactly equal measures. She took it a step further, gripping her slick lips and pulling them apart. "See this?" she purred, rubbing her fingertip over her clit as I nodded, hands fisting at my sides. "Lick it with that lovely long tongue."
For a moment, I wasn't sure I could get that close. The scent was overpowering...not in a bad way, but I suppose she was just really turned on by taking a virgin. I dropped to my knees and reminded myself that Gael said he licked girls' pussies all the time, and if he could do it, I could do it too. So I flicked my tongue over that swollen little nub and she flooded my mouth with juices that were wrong alien strange vaguely nauseating so fucking good. I licked harder, and found a rhythm, and after just a few minutes she made a soft, stifled little noise and writhed all over the desk as she came around my tongue.
I'd lost my erection somewhere along the way, and I felt so...strange. I stood up and she smiled at me, lipstick way too red. "Ohh, you're good at that. All the girls will want it. You wanna fuck me?" I couldn't exactly say no, could I? It would have been all over the set. I nodded shakily, still not trusting my voice, just letting her order me around. Her long nails were some weird shade of whore coral that didn't match her lipstick (fucking no-class makeup people on that show) as her hands wrenched open my pants and shoved them down my hips. Her fingers encircled my cock, which hardened within seconds after that touch...the first touch by any hand other than mine. "Oh, it's so cute," she cooed, and I was so humiliated. Cute? I was 14, for crying out loud. I may not have been full grown, but a boy's got his fucking dignity. (And no, it's not 'cute' anymore. I grew a real dick, thankfully, by the time I was around 16.) I wasn't going to argue though. I wanted to get it the hell over with fuck her. She guided me inside and it was slick and hot and there wasn't a whole lot of friction. I hid my face in her neck and thrust ferociously. It took about 30 seconds, start to finish. When I was done, I pulled out and zipped back up right away, painfully aware that I reeked of sex, and irrationally afraid that someone could TELL.
She made some noises about me being a sweet boy, then shoved me along my way. I don't think I said five words to her. I ran to the trailer I shared with Gael, praying to a god I don't believe in that he wasn't there. Thankfully, he was shooting. I washed and brushed my teeth about five times, then reported to makeup for a retouch. Gael came up to me later and put an arm around my shoulders. Nothing unusual about that, but I wanted to turn into him and bury my face in his neck and cry. I have no idea why. People always say I'm too 'sensitive'. I cry at movies, I get worked up over things. I get sad.
That night was another first - the first time I got so drunk I passed out. Gael and I sat in his room and watched movies, barely exchanging a word, until I'd polished off a whole bottle and curled in a ball on his floor. Some fucking rite of passage that day was.
She was 25. I figured (rightly) that from then on I should stick to less blatantly disgustingly slutty girls. It was almost a year between the first time and the second, and it went much better. We were friends, and we'd gone a couple of dates. I liked her, and honestly wanted to please her, and we cuddled up after and slept. It was nice. Much more the way things should be.