Older man teaches me how to be a slut

So, my first time was through this 'dating' site that seems pretty ancient? (its called 'cottaging'). I'd been going onto it and browsing through men's profiles on it for quite a while before this because...

Yes, there is porn which should be objectively better than a badly-taken pic of a mans dick but.... something about the fact this was real made it hotter. Same reason I'd sometimes browse craigslist ads

I was 18, I'd been at university a couple of months and I was browsing it again and I couldn't say why? But I made a profile. It was only about 10 minutes later I was swapping messages with some men. I wasn't the only younger guy on it, but I was a short, skinny feminine twink with shoulder-length red hair so I think I stood out.

This one guy had a profile saying he was 47. He messaged me to say he lived nearby and that he was free that day if I wanted to play around a little. Like I say, things moved very quickly - this man is gonna get me into his house and stripped off and I won't even know his name. I didn't even see a pic of him before meeting. (he had one of me that i sent him but i never asked for one back.)

So yeah, when I met him he knew my name, what I looked like and what I'd be wearing. All I knew was his username and that he'd approach me.

The place he'd said to meet turned out to be the next street over from where he lived? I just remember this older-looking man walking down the street and then nodding to me. He said it was him (using his username) and told me he lives close by, so it really wasn't long before we were back at his house and I was stood in his living room getting undressed while he watched me.

When I was naked he walked up next to me and almost sorta gently stroked petted my hair? When I sent him a pic of me showing it he'd messaged to tell me it looked so perfect for pulling so I expected him to like it.

After a moment of petting me and walking around me, almost like he was judging me? He turned me to face him and just sorta ran his hands down over my shoulders and down my arms... before moving under and running his hands up my waist and sides and lifting my arms above my head? He spent a little while just touching me and..... yeah, I was gasping at every touch. It's hard to describe....

Im pretty sensitive to any sort of touch like that as it is, and the way he was really tenderly running his fingers over me, and the.... almost predatory, almost possessive way he looked at me and the... speed and new-ness of it?

I just felt utterly overwhelmed, naked and vulnerable and melting into his touch while he stood there, still in his boots, jeans and tshirt, touching every part of me.

(Also, i dunno how much i realised it at the time? ...But thinking back it must have been sooo obvious just how submissive i am. Cos he knew that i felt submissive and wanted to try submitting, but i must have looked so young and small in front of him, totally naked and just letting him do whatever he wanted, a total stranger.)

Soon he was moving closer and closer and then he leaned down to kiss me. I think I practically mewled into his mouth. I.....honestly? I didn't have a clue what I was doing. I could just feel his lips on me and they were pressing and I tried to press back a little but... I'd never actually made out with anyone before now. (It was a lot of First Times for me) I sorta pressed my lips back to match him and tried to kiss back and he moaned - I think I was doing quite well?

Myself I was....just....melting. Like, my mind was just fuzzing over entirely. When his tongue tried to press into my mouth I reached a hand up to press at him gently - not trying to stop but just trying to almost pull away for half a second, re-gather my senses. He reached for my wrist and pulled it behind my back, pushing my other hand behind me the same way, crossing my wrists, holding them together with one hand....

Not hard enough that i couldn't struggle away but almost....just to show his intent? And holding my wrists like that with one hand, his other arm around my shoulders and across my back, holding me close while his tongue pressed into my mouth again... and I think i sorta tried to pull away a little but he was holding me and I wasn't putting any effort or energy or even thought into it.... and he held me so easily in place while he kissed me.

I remember being.... hyper-aware of how his clothing felt. His jeans felt rough, especially at the flies where all the heavy seams are... and pressed against my cock and stomach it was just.... yeah, rough. And his arms felt so easily stronger than me. Even though he wasn't doing anything to overpower me physically, i could still feel how much stronger he was.... and just feeling his t-shirt and his jeans and one of my feet touching his cold, wet boot and.....

He was dressed. I was naked. I think I knew that this meant something.

I remember the deeper he kissed, the more he pulled me into him, so I was pressed closer and closer and.... I could taste his tongue touching mine. I still don't know at all how to describe it and at the time it was soooo fucking new and he was holding me soooo fucking tight, leaning down over me a tiny bit, gripping my wrists harder and kissing deeper...

I honestly couldn't tell you how long it had been at all when he stood back and let go and grinned. I felt so shaken, almost trembling.

Thats when he started unzipping his jeans and sliding them open and down a little. He still hadn't taken his cock out yet but I was shaking a little from how over-whelmed I felt and... then he did.

Would you know what I meant if I said it was almost....classic Older Man cock? Like, he was clearly pretty hard, but not fully and so it was a little soft, and incredibly fat and just so.....heavy looking. The foreskin still gathered at the tip and just looking.... thick and heavy and veiny and.... not at all smooth, but sorta soft?

And I remember seeing it and..... that's when it turned real. Up until that point it had been fun and I knew exactly what I was there for and the guy had been fun and making out had been hot and then there I was, seeing his cock. Knowing I'd be sucking it soon.

I almost immediately felt... trapped into this, like I didn't have any choice at all? But not in a bad way - like I wanted to be trapped, like I didn't want any sort of choice. Like I wanted this to be unavoidable and inescapable.

One of his hands moved to touch me again, almost gently petting my cheek and sliding his hand behind my head, taking a handful of my hair - tight enough to hurt but not too much - and he didn't even have to pull or move or anything. I just felt his hand and began dropping down to me knees, kneeling in front of him, looking up at him, his cock in front of me.

And the inescapable feeling wrapped up with knowing that he wanted to dominate me, and knowing how he'd been so far, and knowing I was still totally naked and he was basically dressed and he was more than twice my age, I was in his house, on my own, and I didn't even know his name...

And his cock felt so warm in my hand, and so thick in my fingers and just so much wider than mine and just somehow.... more adult? Can a cock feel more experienced?

It tasted a little bit salty to lick, but not really salty at all either. I didn't know how to describe it - it tasted like it smelled. It tasted.... like cock. I was looking up at him endlessly the entire time, like, checking he approved? Checking I was doing it right. Checking I was being good?

One hand on his thigh, feeling the denim, one hand holding his cock , using my wrist to keep his jeans and underwear held back a little further, licking a couple of times at the head of his cock and then opening my mouth to take it inside... Feeling it dry on my lips and tongue, almost sticking a little when I pulled back to lick my lips more and go again.... wetter this time, easier, filling my mouth up so much...

One of his hands was on the back of my head after that and he was pushing me down a little on it. I tried to stop when it felt like it was deep, like it was as far as I could take it....

Now I know he was barely filling my mouth but at the time it felt like sooo much... and when I tried to stop, he just pressed on my head, pushing further, until the back of my mouth seemed to be filled and I couldn't breathe easily.... and it wasn't in my throat at all, but it felt so thick and so much and his hand was still on the back of my head, and i'd be doing anything he wanted me to and taking it any way he wanted me to...

When he eventually pulled back and moved to sit on the sofa, he slide his jeans down to his ankles so that he could properly spread his legs and thats when I saw his balls. Again, they just seemed so fat and full and heavy..

He motioned for me to kneel on the floor in front of him and used his hand to gather all of my hair into a single bunch, holding it back from my face while I went back to licking his cock and sucking on the head of it...

I still remember some of the things he was saying. He talked quite a bit but I can't remember it all. I remember "damn, boy... I wish all boys were as slutty as you for their first time", I remember he kept calling me his 'little boy' or sometimes 'baby boy' and I remember him telling me to go just a little deeper, especially if I seemed to be struggling or hesitating.

Holding me down a little, muttering "come on, just a little deeper, for me..." and pressing just to get even an extra half centimeter down before letting me up to breathe again

And I remember he kept pushing my hands away if I tried to use them. He didn't say anything, just nudged them away and half pulled, half motioned for me to start sucking his cock again...

He was incredibly hard by this point. I think I was hard as well..... honestly, I can't really remember. Like, I'd so totally forgotten about myself? It was just him - all about him.

Something about the way he was talking to me, calling me his slutty little boy and stuff.... It didn't just make me want to please him. It made me want to be used by him. Like, I would have let him do anything at all he wanted, even if I really didn't want to do it. (And even if I couldn't stop myself struggling, I'd have let him pin me down if he needed to. I just wanted to.... be utterly out of my own power?)

I remember his pulling me onto his cock and getting rougher? Like, he was starting to properly fuck up into my mouth by this point. Sometimes I was trying to pull back to breathe but....that happened when he wanted. He stopped talking as much.... almost just sort of muttering that im such a good fucking slut while he held me down. It was.... a little scary? but not bad.

I remember being a bit ashamed of my spit running down his cock and embarrassed that I was getting messy or getting him messy and....he just kept going. Pressing harder, getting me messy and calling me his young little slut, or his pretty little teenage bitch or just his baby boy

When he started holding me on it a little more my throat and mouth were aching from being used. I'd completely lost track of time or what was happening or even how I felt. I was just kneeling there, feeling used, hearing him tell me what a slut I am....

And then he pressed me down. Hard. And held me there. I was really gagging on him when he did that and it hurt, feeling my neck seemed to almost cramp up and my entirely body almost trying to lurch back from him and he held me...

And when he let go and pulled back, I could feel it over my tongue and start to taste it a little, almost flowing up from my throat. He'd cum.

It was like I couldn't even process it properly. He'd cum in my throat and I'd been his slut and.... honestly, it felt like I'd cum myself. That rush of easing tension and peace you get after coming? I felt that.

He told me I'd been good, passed me a towel to wipe my face on, said that he'd help me get dressed, walk me to the door....

And seriously, I think within 5 minutes I was heading down the street back home, still tasting his cum in my mouth.