My First Time, My 'girl' Moment

I was an accounting graduate student and I became friends with the grad student working for the dean of the business school. He invited me over to his place to watch the end of the season game for our school.

He had made preparations with snacks and beer. We watched the game each in a recliner. At halftime I asked for the bathroom. I couldn't help but notice there was a purple dog dick dildo and a tube of anal lube on the bathroom counter. I decided not to comment.

As I opened the door of the bathroom I could look in the bedroom in the mirror. A large velvet painting of a fully erect penis hung over the bed. As I walked out I had to look, black velvet with a gold erection, a glistening drop of precum on the painting.

And he let me walk back there.

I said nothing, talked football. He started hinting at other things. Like how hung did I think X player was. When he offered me another beer, he stood too close, well into my personal space, touching my arm after giving me the beer. He stood beside me, his body warmth palpable, his musk in my nose.

When he brought it up, casually, he said it was painted when he was nineteen, he posed for it. The cat was out of the bag, the vision of that velvet painting stood out in my mind. He asked if I wanted to move to the bedroom. I though to myself this is how girls must feel, invited to have sex. Awkward is an understatement. My 'first time' was about to happen.

He put his hands on my chest, then on my hips, he told me from the day we met he wanted me. My mouth was dry, I was nervous waiting. He gently kissed my lips. Unbuttoned my shirt, pinched my nipples. When he bent down and kissed my nipple I couldn't stop my hand holding his head. I thought again of a girl waiting for the next move.

He unbuckled my pants, I lowered them, as he waited to take my penis in his hand. I laid back on the bed as he sucked on my penis, looking up behind me at the velvet painting. When he pulled himself close to me his penis was hot and erect, I had to reach down to touch it and take it in my hand. He guided my head down, bending until I was lined up and 'tasted' him for the first time.

I was lost after that, he made love to me until my desire for him was stronger than my good sense. With my legs held high he penetrated me after spreading lube on my anus and his penis. I surrendered to the moment, again is this how a girl felt? If she does, there was no doubt in my mind as to why girls surrender.

The game was over, I felt I needed to go back to my place. He held onto my hand as we said goodbye, and he said 'I like you'.