True Sex Stories: First Time, Third Man

Your first taste of sex? It's a common milestone. But what about the first time someone made you a slave to their touch?

Monty.

I was just out of high school when I met him. He had this broken nose look, which is such a fucking turn on to me, dark brown brooding eyes. He was older, tough, poetic, Bukowski-esqe, had bar tabs all over town. Talked about art, music, he was a literary slut (so damn hot). He was the third man I had sex with, but he was the first that I had real, what was that?, pussy plumping, cum dripping, orgasm spasm, sex with. He taught me many things.

The first time I saw his body, my heart sank, he was not overly fit, but his trunk was solid, his chest had little hair, leading down to his stomach, to his treasure trail, all of which lead to my first real dick. When I saw his cock, I was dazed, it was sleek, dark, curved on the down, and always stayed unyieldingly concrete, no matter how much we drank. I think this cock is solely responsible for my deep love, devotion and worship to all the magnificent beams of steel that have come my way. Staring at his dick made me high. Tasting it made me drunk. I swallowed him like I had been sucking cock for a living, but he was only the fourth man I had ever had in my mouth, but the way I performed was pure devotional piety to his flesh tower. I loved that cock. I loved that romantic fucked up-ness we had. It was a seedy, dirty noir love, fuck story.

He was the first to make me wet, to make me cum, to really fuck me with his fingers, and the first to spread my lips apart with his wet eager tongue. We would spend afternoons fucking all over my parent's house. He liked to listen to classical music while he had me spread and splayed. We always fucked and sucked in time to the music. While my head bobbed around that tip, as I tried my best to take him all in, often choking, but never giving up. It tasted too good. He was the first man to cum on my face. It was so strange and hot. When he came, he then rubbed it in with the tip of that beautiful shrinking dick, as he held the back of my head into his body, the cum like glue fastening us together, strings and strands of gooey fluid attaching him to me, as I remained gripped.

He took me to see Henry and June. We did not even make it out of the parking lot after that movie, lost into our drive of fuck and want. And again when we got back to his place–we fucked so hard, rabid, soft, tender, urgent, cumming all over and into each other. Fucking in the hallway of his downtown crap hole apartment, the smell of cigarettes, B.O. and food mixing with our sex scent. Bending me over furniture, his dick ravaged me, slid into me with an inducement of ease and pain. I sucked his cock in the bathroom in the hallway, worshiping that dick. He left his mark all over me. We fucked like the accretion of fervent art, music and literature. We blurred all the fucking genres.

I need another Monty, broken nose and all.

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