My First Time

Hi, I'm the owner of the channel Ursinho, and I'm going to tell you how I lost my virginity. Today I'm 44 years old, I was born and raised in a small town in the interior of Paraná, and I come from a very traditional family. In other words, I've always pretended to be something I'm not: gay.

As a child, I didn't fully understand my feelings. I loved looking at men, paying close attention when I saw a schoolmate's penis or when my uncles, who worked in the fields, stopped work to take a leak. Curious, I'd stare at those huge, hairy cocks and wonder if mine would grow up that big. In my family, it was customary for us to bathe with our parents as children. I usually bathed with both of them, and during the bath, I never took my eyes off my father's cock—big, thick, hairy, and always soft, for obvious reasons. I looked at my mother's pussy without interest, perhaps because there wasn't really much to see, just pubes.

I reached adolescence still without knowing why I was interested in men instead of being attracted to women, I started masturbating at 14 years old, some will say that it took me a long time to start, and I agree, but I was a very shy child, I had a lot of difficulty being naked in front of my classmates at school, who would have thought that today it would be exactly the opposite of that.

At the time, the internet didn't exist, so I had no access to information about sexuality. In fact, I thought I was the only one who felt these things. As the years went by, my interest in men began to take shape. I think because of the affinity I had with my father, my uncles, and my grandfather, my taste in men evolved toward older, hairy, and overweight men.

When I was 17, I entered college . The library had two computers connected to the internet. It was then that I finally had easy access to pornography. I always scheduled a time to use the computers when there was practically no one in the library, so I felt more comfortable researching . It wasn't long before I searched for the term "fat and hairy men" and came across several photos of gorgeous men that made my heart race. But I wanted more, so I added "naked" to the search. It was only then that I finally discovered what I loved most in life. My screen was flooded with hundreds of photos of the most varied body types of gorgeous men I could ever dream of. I was mesmerized by so much content, and Google didn't exist back then, or at least not as we know it today. I had searched on Cadê, which many won't even know what it is.

As soon as I really discovered what I liked, after reading a lot and knowing that I wasn't the only one in the world who liked fat, hairy, older men, I started changing my attitudes, I started discovering more websites about men like that, I discovered that they called themselves bears and I started going to chat rooms, initially just to talk, I still needed a lot of courage to meet someone.

In my second year of college, I met someone who would forever mark my life. His name was "Alberto," of course, you'll understand that's not his real name. He was a professor who taught Public Speaking courses, and he came to our classroom to promote his course. At the time, he was 55 years old, with gray hair and a slight baldness, a mustache that drove me crazy, approximately 5'6", 200 lbs. He was a very chubby guy. He dressed very elegantly. He explained the course in detail, and as soon as he finished, the bell rang for break. He said goodbye to everyone and left. I left the classroom and followed him down the hallway until I caught up with him outside the college building and called out to him. He turned around and waited for me to approach. I greeted him and we started chatting. First, I brought up the subject of the course. He was very polite and friendly, explaining the details again as if I were genuinely interested, when in reality, I was just imagining that man without all those elegant clothes. After a while, I no longer knew what to say, so he said he had to go. We said goodbye, and he reached out his arm toward me, patting my shoulder as a sign of farewell. It was then that I felt his body as close as possible to mine, and I could smell his scent. It wasn't a strong perfume, but a light scent of deodorant mixed with the scent of his body—his masculine scent.

At least once a week, I'd bump into Alberto in the college hallways. He always greeted me, and we rarely exchanged more than five or six words. I never took his public speaking course; the college was public; I worked with my parents in the store and didn't earn a salary, so I had no money for the course, which wasn't affordable or interesting to me. Despite knowing I was gay, I wasn't ready to tell anyone , so I never actually hit on Alberto, and he did the same. I even believed he wasn't gay. He never displayed any effeminate traits, and I was even afraid that if I hinted at him, I'd risk losing our friendship.

Years passed, and now I had graduated. The year I graduated, I had lost contact with Alberto; he had stopped offering his course at the university, and I hadn't seen him since. Cell phones weren't popular back then, so all our contact was in person. Over time, I developed a taste for chatting on UOL, chatting with people from all over Brazil, but I had never entered a room in my hometown. The fear of being recognized by someone from my hometown still worried me. Throughout my time in college, I never opened up to anyone; I always presented myself as a straight guy, trying to fit in with a society that didn't tolerate homosexuality like it does today. It was that same year I graduated that we decided to move to Apucarana, a much larger city than the one I was born in.

At the time, I was 23. It was here that I began to venture a little into the gay world. I finally decided to access the Apucarana room and talk to several guys there, but I still didn't have the courage to schedule a date. And it was during one of these conversations that I started talking to a guy called Separado61. The conversation flowed easily, we talked about various things, including sex. He told me that he was once married and had three daughters, but that his wife and daughters hated him for separating. He said he had never come out to them as gay, but their suspicions were great , hence the anger they felt.

It was one day that we decided to get to know each other through photos, so I, extremely reluctantly, decided to send him a photo of my face . The conversation was interrupted for a while , I asked if he liked it, and there was no response, anxiety began to take over, until he replied:

- I loved your photo, Marcelo!

At that moment, I froze. How could he possibly know my name? Was he someone I knew? A relative, perhaps? A thousand things ran through my head, and my chest tightened. At the time, all I could do was deny him.

- Who is this Marcelo?

- Well, it's you , isn't it? You're Marcelo from college , aren't you? I know you were scared by this, but don't worry, I won't tell anyone your secret.

I panicked. I didn't know who the person was, and the person knew who I was. Would he tell my parents? My friends? I was really nervous, and I asked who he was. I needed to know who he was. He explained that I might not remember him, but he remembered me very well, because he saw me arrive at college every day, and every day he imagined me in his bed, kissing and hugging him. He told me he thought I was beautiful, and the day I asked him out, he was sure I was going to ask him out , but I never had the courage . So I asked him why he never said anything to me, and he explained that he was too afraid to say anything and I wouldn't like it because he didn't think I was gay. So I asked him again to tell me who he was talking to. That's when he sent me a picture of his face, and I nearly had a heart attack. It was Alberto, the public speaking teacher. From then on, the only thing left for us was to meet up, to fulfill a dream that had been with us for over five years.

We arranged to meet on a Saturday, the same week we found out about each other. He gave me his address; it was right downtown. I told my parents I was going to the restaurant. house in the shopping mall playing all afternoon, it was already a routine for me to spend Saturdays playing with friends, so there was no suspicion.

When Saturday arrived, I got ready, showered, cleaned myself, shaved, and went. It was easy to find his house. I opened the little gate and rang the doorbell. He opened the door and said my name. He was surprised, thinking I wouldn't come, so he invited me in . The living room was the first room in the house, and we stayed there. I sat on the sofa and he sat in an armchair. We started reminiscing about the previous years. He asked me what I did for a living, various topics to break the ice. After all the formal conversation, I got to the topic that was present in the living room, and we were both avoiding it. He said he was really surprised when I sent my photo. He said he never suspected I was into men. He always thought I was extremely straight with my friends and that's why he would never hit on me.

I told him we wasted a good few years on this doubt when we should have been having fun. That's when he got up and sat next to me, putting his hand on my thigh and saying we'll still have plenty of time to do this. He finished, looking straight into my eyes, and I into his. That's when he kissed me, a peck at first. He pulled his face away and smiled at me; I'll never forget that smile. I put my hand behind his head and pulled his mouth close to mine, kissing him intensely, but only brushing my lips against his. I'd never kissed anyone before. He pulled two fingers away from my mouth and told me to open my mouth a little when I kissed him. I did, then he slipped his tongue inside my mouth.

What a delicious taste I felt, his tongue searched for mine inside my mouth, and I, not knowing what to do right, couldn't move my tongue, he pulled away again and told me to stick my tongue in his mouth. So I finally learned how to kiss and took advantage of this new learning to spend several minutes kissing.

His hand, which had previously been on my thigh, was now, without me even realizing, squeezing my balls along with my cock, which was pulsing and throbbing with excitement. I also went to look for his bulge and found an extremely thick and incredibly hard cock belonging to a 61-year-old man.

We were both incredibly excited, and bed was the only place we could truly ease our excitement. I didn't even need to suggest it to him; he stood up, took my hand, and led me to another room in the house, a smaller TV room with a two-seater sofa and a double mattress on the floor specially prepared for us.

Standing before him, I positioned myself in front of his large package, which clearly stood out against his dark gray dress pants. I took off his belt, unbuttoned his pants, slowly lowered his zipper, let them fall, and revealed his white underwear, which clearly marked his completely hard and throbbing cock. I pressed my nose against it and deeply inhaled the scent of that masculine member. I pulled down his underwear and finally revealed the greatest masterpiece I had ever seen: his penis was circumcised, extremely fragrant, a large but normal-sized sack, a very, very thick cock. His pubes were thick and, like his hair, curly. I began kissing that hot shaft, running my tongue along its length, reaching his balls and burying my face in his pubes so I could smell that man even more closely. I went back to the head of his cock to grab it this time , and so I did, I sucked that big head with desire, Alberto just moaned and said my name, caressed my hair while I lived a magical moment in my life.

It felt like I'd been sucking for a long time, I was so skilled at blowjobs. It seemed like to suck well, you just need to have a hard-on for your dick, and hard-on was what I felt most at the moment.

Alberto's moans were getting louder and louder. He seemed to be really enjoying the pacifier he was receiving. He started to roar and say my name louder and louder, and suddenly I felt something warm inside my mouth. It had a peculiar but very good taste. It filled my mouth so much that I had to take his cock out of my mouth for a moment to realize that Alberto had cum a lot with the pacifier. I thought for a second about spitting out his cum, but I was enjoying the taste so much that I decided to swallow it all. I even went back to his cock to suck the last drops that dripped from that member that didn't even think about softening.

He then pulled me up and kissed me again, commenting on the taste of his cum in my mouth. Then it was his turn to finish undressing me. He ran his tongue over my body, stopping at my stomach and praising my pubic hairs, calling them beautiful. He reached my shorts and pulled them down. I don't usually wear underwear, so I was barefoot. As soon as he pulled down my shorts, he was face-to-face with my throbbing cock in his face. More experienced than I, he began sucking my cock, and I went into ecstasy, experiencing a sensation completely new to me. Unlike his cock, mine was drooling profusely, and this didn't bother Alberto in the least, as he sucked my cock passionately.

Unlike me, he knew that if he kept sucking me like that, in a short time I would be filling his mouth with cum too, so he stopped sucking and asked me to I lie down on the bed. I lay down on my back and he told me to turn over onto my stomach.

I could only obey that delicious bear. He then lay on top of me, inserted his cock (which, incredibly, was still rock hard) into my crack , and kissed my back, slowly moving down until he reached my ass. Then, with both hands, he spread each side of my ass and exposed my virgin, hairy asshole, where he spent a few moments admiring and commenting on how beautiful my ass was. He buried his face in my ass and began licking my asshole.

At first, I didn't know what kind of sensation it was; I'd never felt anything like it. Because of masturbation, I knew exactly what kind of pleasure I felt in my cock, but until that moment, I'd never imagined I could feel such intense pleasure in my ass. He licked my asshole, sucked it, and stuck his tongue inside it with the wisdom of someone who'd been doing it for years. His tongue was so warm, gliding over my asshole, relaxing it. I closed my eyes and drifted off into another dimension, interrupted after several minutes when he suddenly stopped sucking. I thought he was going to change position or something.

That's when I felt the opposite of his warm tongue; it was something quite cold. He was applying lube. I was a complete sex virgin until then, but I knew anal sex existed and wanted to try it someday. Then I knew the day had come, and my first time would be with Alberto. He slicked my asshole with his finger, but didn't penetrate me with his fingers, just lubricated me a lot. He climbed on my back and inserted his thick cock into my crack, moving it back and forth, without penetrating my ass. He continued like this for about five minutes. I never tried to rush the process; I let him take control.

At a certain point, during the back and forth movement, when the dick returned, it finally fit at the entrance of my asshole, and both Alberto and I felt the resistance of his dick in my asshole. Then he stopped for a moment and began to penetrate me, extremely slowly. He knew I was a virgin, not because I said so, but certainly because I didn't know how to kiss properly, because I had made him cum right at the beginning, or even when he tongued my asshole, realizing that that little asshole had never received a cock, and he knew that his cock was thick and could hurt a virgin asshole, hence all the care.

His cock slowly forced its way into my ass, and all I felt was lust. It was a magical moment; no one said a word, just moans of pleasure.

Suddenly, what had been merely giving me pleasure made me howl. That hard, thick head had finally penetrated my asshole, and I thought the sensation of his cock forcing its way into my ass was already the sensation of him penetrating me. The pain was inevitable; I began to complain and asked him to pull out. He then said the tip had barely gone in, and I told him it hurt a lot. He gently pulled out and asked if I was okay. I said it hurt a lot, then asked him to check to see if I had hurt, and he comforted me by saying it wasn't bleeding. I told him it was my first time, and he said he knew. Very patiently and lovingly, he said that if I didn't want to continue, we could try another day.

But I told him to try again. He asked if I was sure , and I said yes. Then he put some more gel on his cock and placed that smooth, warm body on my back again, inserting his hard cock directly into my asshole this time. He forced it in a little and let that dick rest for a few moments, then slowly began to force it in again. Once again, I felt that delicious sensation in my asshole, and suddenly, I felt that twinge again, as the hard, large head passed my ring and entered my ass. Only this time the pain was much less, so slight that it let me feel the pleasure of feeling my asshole penetrated. Even so, I moaned loudly and groaned, and Alberto, always concerned, asked me if it hurt and if I wanted him to pull out. I simply responded with a resounding:

"DON'T TAKE IT AWAY, IT'S DELICIOUS"

Then he continued penetrating me, lightly pumping just the head and forcing a little more each time, until I couldn't take it anymore because of the excitement and asked him to put it all in. That's when He unleashed his weight and completely invaded my ass with that monstrous rod. I could only scream at that moment, and then I roared with pleasure, and my screams were confirmation to Alberto that it was really good and that he could finally fulfill his dream of fucking me. He then began to pound that cock mercilessly, moaning along with me with each thrust. He fucked me in that position for over half an hour, until he got up and ordered me to get on all fours. Like an obedient whore, I got up and promptly positioned myself on all fours, resting my hands on the couch. He then simply guided his cock with his hand to the entrance of my ass and thrust in all at once, only to hear me scream once more.

He ate me on all fours for another 10 minutes before we tried the roast chicken. I lay my back on the sofa's armrest and lifted my legs, spreading my ass wide open for him, who then gave me another lick before inserting his thick cock.

This time he didn't even need his hands . to find my little hole, he just put his dick in and pounded, clearly to hear me roar for the third time and this time looking at my face with the expression of pleasure. The smile on his face looking into my eyes clearly showed that he was happy. I was happy, to have found such a wonderful man to take my virginity.

My cock was drooling with desire as he grabbed it and began jerking me off , matching the rhythm with his thrusts into my ass. This way, I wouldn't be long in coming ; it was so hot. And so it was. Within minutes, I announced my release, and he came in four strong jets of hot cum that flew onto my neck, chest, and stomach, the rest running down my cock and smearing my pubic hair. Alberto, seeing the scene, quickened his thrusts, and as he ran his hand over my chest and stomach, smearing me with my own cum, he closed his eyes and announced that he was going to cum too. Then he roared, so loud, I doubt the neighbors didn't hear. Three more small, muffled screams were accompanied by three more strong thrusts into my ass, indicating that his semen had been deposited inside me. He then pulled away, exhausted, his cock finally lowered, his duty fulfilled. We lay down on the mattress and fell asleep, tired, sweaty, covered in cum, but with a very good and comforting feeling, there, on that mattress, we didn't just have sex, we made love.