My First Time and the Birth of a Fetish: An Origin Story

I [M] was what you would call a late bloomer, or at least it felt that way at the time. I didn’t lose my virginity until I was 21, not for a lack of want but definitely for a lack of effort. I kinda thought it would just…happen. So many things just happened for me that I had kinda assumed this would, too. It took me a while, but I eventually realized that I was at a point in my life where I needed to start making things happen. This was true in most areas of my life, and especially in the bedroom.

I made the effort to eat better, dress better, lose some weight, and while I was never (and still am not) an Adonis of a man, I looked and felt better than I ever had. I’m 6’2, had longish brown hair at the time and a short trimmed beard, pale skin, and was about 220 or so lbs, not big like I was but some of my female friends good-naturedly teased me about having a dad bod without being a dad and encouraged me to embrace it. And so I did. I felt, for the first time in a long time, confident in my skin.

So, I ventured onto The Apps™️ where I met Tina. 25, Latina, with long, flowing black hair and glasses that magnified her deep, chocolate eyes. She was dressed modestly in her profile, and her skin was just ever-so-slightly tan, giving her a slightly exotic allure that captivated me. She and her family were from South America, as I would soon learn on our first date to a local bar. She was easy going, kind, shy, and yet quietly confident at the same time. I was down bad.

A few weeks, and a few dates, went by. We made out in my car a few times, and there was some over the clothes stuff going on. But we made plans for her to come over for a movie night one Friday night, and I just knew deep in my bones that come sunrise I’d be a virgin no more.

I worked at one of those chain restaurants with a day of the week in its name at the time, and it was busy. I mean busy. I didn’t get cut until around 9:45 and I asked Tina if she was still down to meet up. We agreed I’d pick her up around 10:30 after a quick shower for both of us (I didn’t think it’d be sexy to smell like sweat and dirty dishes and various dipping sauces for my first time, and judging by the description of her night at the pizza place she worked at, her night at work was like mine and she had similar reservations).

I showered as quickly and thoroughly as I ever had, and picked her up at 10:30 on the dot. She skipped out of her house toward my car wearing a flannel button up and black leggings. Usually, Tina kept her thick black hair straightened, but it was still wet and stringy and wavy from her shower and she wore no makeup on her face, just those glasses that magnified her brown doe eyes. She looked comfortable, and that somehow made her look even sexier.

We got to my place, settled into my room. I put on a movie. I don’t remember which one, and it didn’t matter, because within twenty minutes we were enveloped in each other. I unbuttoned her flannel, freeing her firm, perky tits with their dark, puffy nipples. I immediately began sucking on them, reveling in the sudden sharp, quick breaths escaping from between her lips. I kissed my way down her soft belly to the waist of her leggings. I slowly peeled them, and her panties, down her legs, and there it was. The first pussy I ever saw in person. Tan, tight folds, well groomed with just a suggestion of a bush and quietly glistening with her arousal.

I put a pillow under her hips, because I read on Reddit that you should do that. And I just buried my face between her legs, trying to recall all of the other various tricks and tips I accumulated on here over the years in preparation for this moment. I traced out the alphabet against her clit, paying minute attention to her breathing and movements, making note of what made her gasp and moan. When I sat up, i could see a small puddle forming on the pillowcase beneath her, evidence that I somehow miraculously knew what I was doing.

I had bought condoms in preparation for the evening, and I asked Tina if I should get one.

“If you want,” she said, coyly. “But I’ve been on the pill for ten years, so we could skip it if you want.”

I was never one to be irresponsible, and I knew that I should grab a rubber. But in that moment, something primal and raw stirred in my brain, and I nodded and said, “Okay.”

Admittedly, it was a bit awkward at first. Years of porn had led me to believe I would just slide right in, and that’s not what happened. We made out as I pressed my cock against her, the head meeting a surprising amount of resistance as I eagerly tried to shed my virginity (for those who aren’t experienced, it’s lower than you think it is!)

“Well, this is-“ I began.

“-a bit awkward?” She finished, a cute giggle punctuating her words. And then it happened. We both independently adjusted our hips in just the right way that I slipped past her threshold and into the deep, warm, wet embrace of her womanhood.

“Ohhhh,” she groaned, arching her back and thrusting her breasts into the air. “There we gooo..”

I moved slowly in her, savoring the sensation of my bare cock gliding against the textured walls of her pussy. That primal thing that had awakened in my brain stirred again, forcing me to fuck her harder and faster as I began to feel that familiar pressure build up between my legs.

I asked Tina if I could cum inside. She smiled, wrapped her legs around my waist, and nodded.

Being a horny young man who came of age during Reddit’s peak, I was obviously no stranger to cumming. Who knows how many countless ropes I shot stroking myself to the various and sundry smut one can find here. But this? This was unlike anything I’d ever felt. There was the usual crescendo of the cresting wave, sure, but there was something else, too. Something I can only describe as a slight recoil force pushing against the opening at the tip of my cock as my eager seed rocketed into her, desperate to slip past her cervix and fulfill its singular ancient purpose.

I collapsed on top of her. We made out for a bit in our post-coital bliss before I had to take her back home.

Unfortunately, things between Tina and I didn’t work out, and we went our separate ways a few weeks later. About a year had gone by when she showed up at my restaurant one night with a group of her friends. She was heavily pregnant. We made quick eye contact and smiled sheepishly at one another.

I felt a rush of adrenaline unlike anything I felt before. At first it was a bit of fear until I did the quick mental math and realized she couldn’t be carrying mine. The timing didn’t work out. And then, some voice deep within my mind said to me, “She’d still look like that if it was yours.”

And that is how Iearned about my breeding fetish.