No, "taking it like a man" is when you are on all fours (or bent over) and you allow him to use you. When you lay on your back, spread your thighs, raise your legs, and offer your most personal and intimate hole for his pleasure, you are taking it like a woman. Especially if you clutch his body to yours, and wrap your legs around him so his sperm goes deep inside your body.
Same here! My moms step-Father introduced me to the pleasures of a grown mans cock at his house when I was 10 and I thoroughly enjoyed it! So much so, that I ended up enticing my bio Dad at home and convinced him to start letting me have his dick also. I had both of them giving it to me pretty often for many years and then once i turned 18, my Dad invited a co-worker friend of his to join us having fun in motel rooms.
He sure was the best!! Loved to hear about my father and that he knew I was going to be even more sexually active and hung then him and sure enough a slut monkey was created my uncle loved telling me that he was always thinking about me when he was doing his thing and couldn't wait to have me just made me enjoy him educating me even more 😎
Well, anal sex came after a few years. My favorite memories are of being their “house sitting” when it was just us and laying on the couch naked watching tv with his fingers teasing my ass while I slowly sucked him. He made me want anal so badly that when he finally fucked me, I was crazy with cocklust and it felt so good.
I always shudder when I think about what a full-size adult erection has to do to the virgin hole of a boy at that age. Plenty of tears and squeals, I'm sure.
The guy who got my ass cherry did me in this position. (I was in my 50's.) He told me beforehand that I would be fucked like a girl, and probably experience many of the same sensations - both physical, and mental - of a virgin girl getting her hymen busted and pussy split by a cock, for the first time. He put me in that position, then told me, more than asked me, "Ready to be a girl?". Then he made me sound like a girl . . . .