first time. It’s happened to me when I was 14 years old.

The summer heat was intense on the day of the wedding. The farm was bustling, with tables scattered everywhere to accommodate the large crowd. The air was filled with the sounds of people laughing, drinking, dancing, and singing traditional songs. Moving through the celebration was a photographer, a.
first time. It’s happened to me when I was 14 years old. I was skinny, smooth and shy boy. I was wearing always short shots, with girly underwear. My parents had been invited to a wedding at a farm on the outskirts of the city, and despite my reluctance, I felt I had no choice but to join them. I only agreed on the condition that we would return home that same night.

The summer heat was intense on the day of the wedding. The farm was bustling, with tables scattered everywhere to accommodate the large crowd. The air was filled with the sounds of people laughing, drinking, dancing, and singing traditional songs.

Moving through the celebration was a photographer, a man I guessed to be in his early thirties, diligently capturing the festivities.

I noticed he was sitting alone at a table in an isolated spot, organizing his camera gear. Needing an excuse to talk to him, I wandered over and pretended to search the ground. My shyness, usually a suffocating cloak, seemed to evaporate in the face of this unexpected opportunity. Driven by a nascent impulse, a daring flicker I couldn’t quite understand, I approached him. I feigned a lost key, my voice barely a whisper as I spoke of misplaced keys near his table. Then, with deliberate slowness, I bent down, creating a private tableau beneath the indifferent sky.

My short shorts rode up, offering an unintentional, yet calculated, glimpse of the delicate fabric peeking from beneath my ass. It was a bold move, fueled by a desperate desire for recognition, a silent plea to be seen by someone who I imagined might understand. He looked, and in that fleeting glance, I felt a spark ignite, a dangerous thrill that was both terrifying and exhilarating. With a manufactured sigh of relief, I announced I’d found my keys, the words feeling hollow even to my own ears.

later i asked him:

do you want me to lose my keys again?

He:  yes, please i want so much.

so, i bent again this time i tried to remove little of my shots so he can see more. I saw his cock how became hard, then I left him.

As the day bled into evening, the celebrations showed no sign of waning. The insistent hum of cicadas replaced the midday sun’s glare, and the starlit sky became the new backdrop for the revelry. I found myself seeking out my parents, a nervous knot forming in my stomach. «When are we leaving?» I asked, my voice betraying my anxiety. Their casual reply, «We’re staying the night,» sent a fresh wave of panic through me. «This lady will show you where to sleep,» my mother added, gesturing towards a woman who was, at that very moment, deep in conversation with the photographer. It was a twist of fate, a predetermined convergence. The woman, with a kind smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, agreed to escort me. The photographer, his gaze still holding a hint of that earlier intensity, fell into step beside us.

The promised accommodation was a stark contrast to the vibrant energy of the wedding. A dimly lit portico, lined with hastily arranged mattresses for the younger guests, offered a somber end to the day. I gravitated towards the furthest one, a silent assertion of my desire for a sliver of privacy, a small pocket of space to process the events of the day. As I settled, my eyes met his. In that shared look, I conveyed a silent message, an unspoken invitation. I would be here, waiting, hoping.,

he saw where i will sleep. i looked to him in eyes to say that i will be here.

after 2 o’clock in the morning they turned off the music and the lights. after a while i felt him coming to sleep beside me in the dark. i removed my light cover and i gave him my back. after some minutes he put his hand over my ass kindly, looking for the hole, i adjusted my position so he can reach the hole easily. he wet his finger and began to move it on my hole util he put it inside i did not say anything. he took my hand and put it on his cock, in this moment i understood that i am in big trouble. because i imagined that he will try to insert his big cock in me,

so, i was so afraid. he understood what i was thinking, so he whispered in my ears » do not worry i will not put it inside.

so, i relax. he asked me did you try before i answered no. can i move the head on your hole. i said yes you can. i felt so great when he moved it on. he holds me tight by my waist and with another hand was moving it on my hole. i felt my hole was opening and he tried to put the head inside i could not do anything because he was holding me, so he pushed the head inside and told me not to move. the pain was horrible i wanted to shout of pain but i cannot do it, it will be big scandal. so, i tried to support it, he pushed more and more, i felt that he is breaking my hole. he stays without moving for some minutes. the pain was less. he moved it inside me holding me after that i felt big burst of semen inside me, i thought he pee inside me it was so much; he took it out, i did not control myself so some of the semen came out. but most of it i kept inside. i was so tried and i fall asleep with most of the semen inside.

i waked up in the morning i did not find him, he left so early he was afraid i will tell my parents about what’s happened.

On the way home, my parents asked me how did you sleep? I answered: it was good. In the same time i was so sorry about i do not know about him or where to find him. for many days after that i had pain, but after that i felt the vacuum inside and I was feeling that I want to full my hole again, but with who? i do not have anyone to do it with. So, I began to put everything I can find inside, I was doing it every night imagining his cock inside me. I forgot about the pain.  The next story will be about how after one year (15years old) it’s happened with another person