I was a virgin when I first met Ollie. As a kid in care, it was difficult enough to make relationships. Keeping them was even harder. But Ollie seemed like the perfect gentleman. We had dated for at least three months before he made any advances, content with our kissing and cuddling, along with some mutual fondling. He never put me under any pressure to take things further, despite being older and more experienced than me.
I knew Ollie wanted me, and I knew I wanted him, but he was a sweetheart, and he was happy to be with me. The rest, he said, would come naturally when I was good and ready for it to happen.
We were at his place, the house he shared with two other lads from his course, when that day finally arrived. It was Valentine’s Day, and we were in his bedroom making out. I could feel his erection against my hip. The more he touched me, the more I knew I wanted to take things further between us.
“Ollie...” I breathed between kisses.
“You okay?” he asked with concern.
“It’s okay,” I reassured him. “I just... I want you to make love to me. I’m ready.”
His surprise-filled eyes looked down into mine. “Josh, are you really sure this is what you want?”
I nodded.
“Okay, sunshine, but if you change your mind or we go too fast, you just tell me, okay?” He smiled sweetly, which reinforced my need to be with him. He was sweet and caring; everything that I could have ever wanted him to be. He sank his lips over mine again, this time with more passion and a sense of urgent need. He shifted his leg over mine, pushing it between my legs. He rested his weight on the knee he had between my legs until his other leg joined his first and he was between my thighs, his groin against mine. I knew he could feel how hard I was against him, and my stomach felt like there were a million butterflies fluttering to get out of it. Will I even be any good at this?
He held himself off me on his elbows and continued to kiss me with a feverous need. His tongue circled around mine, dipping in and out of my mouth, and my hands went under his t-shirt. The contact of my hand on his skin made Ollie groan and press his erection against me. It was such an erotic and empowering feeling to know that I was the one who was making him hungry with desire, and it spurred me on. I pulled on his t-shirt, taking it up to his head, and he broke our kiss to allow me to take it off.
Instantly, his lips were back on mine. I ran my hands over Ollie’s bare back, caressing his exposed skin, and he shivered. His hand went to the hem of my t-shirt, then slipped beneath it, skimming over my stomach before coming to rest on my chest. His hand covered my pec and he squeezed, my nipple hardening painfully in response to his touch. A low moan escaped from me as he teased my nipple with his fingers, my hips involuntarily lifting against his, needing more contact from him.
He pried his lips from mine and sat back on his knees, off of me. His eyes were liquid black pools of dark desire. He grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and pulled it up over my head in one motion when I sat up in front of him. I felt exposed; vulnerable in a way I’d never experienced before. I fought the need to cover myself back up when Ollie’s eyes roamed over me. My shame was short-lived the second I saw the lust on Ollie’s face. His hands stroked over my sides, and he looked at me approvingly.
“Oh, sunshine. You are just perfect,” he breathed before leaning in to kiss me again, one of his hands moving to my back so that he could ease me gently down onto the bed. His hungered mouth crushed against mine, and again, his hands were on my skin. His fingers rubbed over my nipple, teasing it into an even tighter peak. I groaned against his touch, squirming beneath him, and his lips parted from mine to trace across my jaw and down my neck. He nuzzled into my neck, nibbling on my skin, sending bolts of electricity down to my cock and making me burn with need.
He kissed a trail across my collarbone and down my chest until his hot mouth reached my nipple. He ran his wet tongue around it in a lazy circle, and I hissed in pleasure at the sensation. He sucked the little peak into his mouth; the pull and pressure he applied was so perfect that I thought that I was going to climax from that alone. My hand instinctively went to his hair, where I grabbed him, holding him against me, needing him to continue lavishing attention on my chest.
When he had had his fill of one side, he slid his tongue across my chest until he reached the other nipple and sucked it into his mouth. A long sigh of pleasure slipped from my lips. I felt as though I was coiled like a tight spring. Any second, the tension would be too great, and the emotions and desire within me would explode outwards, encompassing everything. A heady pressure was growing in my balls. I wanted nothing more than to feel the incredible climax I knew Ollie would deliver.
He lifted his head from my chest and my nipple was released from his mouth with a pop. He looked at me with eyes full of lust as he kissed over my stomach, his hand moving to the button of my jeans. I gasped when his hot breath grazed over my navel. I wanted this more than I had ever wanted anything, but the butterflies were swimming about crazily in my stomach.
“It’s okay, sunshine.” He grinned up at me. “Don’t be nervous.” He ran his tongue around my belly button.
I groaned, closing my eyes to the delicious sensations washing over me. His hand moved against the fly of my jeans, and this time, I let him.
He pulled down the zipper and sat up, ready to pull my jeans off. I lifted my hips to help him. Goosebumps trailed over the skin that he exposed as he pulled my clothing from me, leaving me lying on his bed in just my simple white cotton boxers.
When he had disposed of my jeans, he stood and went for the waistband of his own, quickly unfastening the button and zip, sliding them to the floor. I watched intently, Ollie’s cock standing out proudly from his body, tenting his boxers. I couldn’t help but bite my bottom lip, thinking of what was to come, realising that it was me who was so desirable that it could have that effect on him.
“Oh, sunshine.” He came back down onto the bed on top of me. “I love how you’re looking at me,” he whispered against my ear as he nuzzled in against my neck again.
He pushed his knees between mine, forcing my legs apart to accommodate him. His boxers-covered cock nestled against my rock-hard cotton-covered dick. My lust took over, and I found myself letting my hands roam over him. His skin was heated. His form wasn’t overly muscular, but it was firm and manly. He had a slight sprinkling of chest hair that seemed to be made to perfectly tease my nipples as his bare chest pressed against mine.
He kissed over my jaw, and when his lips connected with mine, I wrapped my legs around him, longing for him to be closer, needing to feel him in a way I’d never felt anyone before.
His hand stroked down my side, over my hip, and along the thigh that I had draped over his backside. He pushed my knee, forcing my leg to break its hold around him. He started to slowly descend over my body again, his lips caressing my skin, his tongue and mouth lavishing me with attention to the point of explosion.
Again, Ollie reached my navel, his warm breath making me sigh with expectant anticipation. He dipped his head and nuzzled against my boxers. “God, you feel so good, sunshine,” he groaned against my cock.
I gripped the sheets, nervous about his mouth’s proximity, yet excited for the sensations to come. His mouth covered my balls, and he exhaled a long, hot breath over me. He traced his finger over my tented boxers, rubbing my length. Tempting me, teasing me, and erasing any last fears I had.
“Ollie, please,” I begged, needing more than just the temptation of his fingers.
He looked at me with a sexy smirk and pulled my boxers down in one quick move. As soon as they were gone, his mouth was on my bare cock, his tongue firmly pressed against the underside until his whole mouth enclosed over the tip. Instinctively, my hips rose to meet his mouth, greedy for more, wanting the delicious sensations to swallow me up. I grabbed Ollie’s hair, holding him to my cock, needing to feel more of the sensations he was overloading me with.
“Ollie!” I begged him again, and his fingers slid against my arse. He sucked my cock deeper into his mouth, slid two fingers into me, and my world splintered into bright white fragments as sensations I had never before experienced rushed over me. It was a little painful, and a lot of the kind of intensity I had never known. I moaned in response to Ollie’s movements, his fingers working me up while his mouth had me begging for more.
He removed himself from me and bounced off the bed, dropping his boxers to the floor and grabbing a condom from his bedside table. The world was just coming back into view for me when I caught a glimpse of him rolling the rubber down over his erection. An erotic shiver went through me when he palmed his sheathed cock, looking at me with such desire blazing in his eyes. His stare held me as he moved back on the bed, back to between my legs, and I felt him nudging against my arsehole, seeking entrance.
I looked up at him nervously.
“It’s okay, Josh,” he soothed. “I’m going to go as slowly as you need me to, okay?”
I bit my lip and nodded. He reached between my legs with one hand, his fingers slipping around my cock with the other. I felt him push the tip of his dick against me with his hand, lining himself up perfectly to seek access. He tilted his hips, and I felt the first push of his penis as it penetrated me. I gasped and tensed at the feeling, and Ollie paused. He kissed me soft and deep, not moving farther than where he was. When he sensed that I was relaxing, he pushed a little farther. Again, I could feel my body tensing, and again, he paused.
“It’s okay, sunshine. Relax. I got you,” he breathed against my lips before dipping his head and taking my right nipple into his mouth.
I slowed my breathing, trying to relax my body, letting the sensations of his mouth wash over me. After a few minutes of him stroking my cock and waiting for me to relax, his hips moved again. This time, his cock slid in farther, and instead of tensing around him like I had before, my hips lifted to meet his, wanting to give in to him. Needing to feel him deep inside me.
When I think of my first time, I think of how cherished I felt. How slow and patient Ollie was with me. Losing my virginity was not the horrific experience it could have been. He was sweet and tender. He made love to me slowly, showing me how much he cared. Showing me he loved me enough to be the gentle lover I needed for my first time.
I remember talking to my pals about it afterwards, as friends often do, and them being envious that instead of the quick and fumbled fuck they had received, I had received the fairy tale.
Of course, hindsight is a wonderful thing. Then, you can see how much the fairy tale was just a part of a manipulation before the coming nightmare.