We were both outcasts but for very different reasons. i was a geeky, effeminate, closeted nerd and He was a loner, a thug, and the only guy in school with a full beard. It wasn’t long after He befriended me that i was sucking His cock in the school parking lot from inside His ‘66 Mustang.
When He took my virginity i cried the entire time but He was mature beyond His years and continued unabated with the confidence of a Man who knew that my tears of pain belied my great desire to be used by a Man. He never apologized for hurting me, never used a condom, and never once asked for permission; He just took me whenever and wherever He wanted.
i never got used to the thickness of His cock. It always hurt when He fucked me but the pain seemed right. The suffering fit with my overwhelming religious guilt but it also seemed appropriate; He made me feel wonderfully submissive and controlled. Giving Him pleasure meant much more to me than any fears of eternal damnation or even my own personal wellbeing.