The First Time I Did Anal
Goth Boy and I went to a house party one night. We’d had a few drinks, chatted with friends, danced a bit, and eventually went up to a bedroom to have some “alone time,” AKA hardcore making out on a bed that wasn’t ours, surrounded by a sea of other people’s coats, bags, and other personal belongings.
It started out happily enough, lots of kissing, hands all over, plenty of consensual fun. It wasn’t long before he had the idea to turn me over, preparing me for sex in his favourite position: doggy style. I found myself shunted right into the corner, staring at the old and peeling wallpaper, the corner where two walls met the only thing in my view.
I braced myself for the immature, jackhammer fucking that was about to happen.
I didn’t brace myself enough.
We’d never discussed the idea of anal. It had never even entered my head before. Goth Boy was only my second ever lover, so I was still getting to grips with my own sexuality – what I liked, didn’t like, etc. We’d messed around with some non-vanilla stuff, like spanking, scratching, tying up, blindfolding, and whatnot. That’s as far as our experimenting had gone, though – and each time, there had been communication, patience, and lots of “are you okay?”
He was a bit older than me, and more experienced, but GB knew that I was a “beginner” in the sex world. I needed to be warmed up to ideas, worked in gently, especially if I was going to keep up with his insatiable, kinky appetite.
There was none of that, the night of the party. No warming up, no working in, and definitely no communication or patience. There was nothing gentle or loving about what he did. I didn’t even recognise my own boyfriend that night.
Without my consent – or even my knowledge – he decided to shove his dick in my asshole. No lubricant. No smearing my own cunt juices around. Nothing. He didn’t even bother spitting on me to helps things along a little easier.
He didn’t touch my ass at all before splitting me in half.
He just went in.
Condomless.
Dry.
The second I felt him nudge against my hole, I said no. I cried out no. I even tried to get away from him, but I didn’t stand much of a chance. He had me well and truly caged me in place, forced into a corner, his arms either side of me.
I cried and flailed, juddered away from him, and slapped his torso, but he didn’t stop. He just carried on, all the way in, all the way out, over and over and over again until he violently emptied himself into me.
It was agonising. He made me bleed… a lot. I actually considered going to the hospital at one point. There was blood on the toilet tissue for days.
I said no.
Before he penetrated.
While he fucked my asshole.
Throughout it all.
We’d never even discussed anal.
This comes next in the dating timeline: My First Heartbreak.
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