I was eighteen at the time and had just left school and was waiting to go up to university. I'd known since puberty that I was sexually interested only in men, but hadn't had much chance to put this knowledge into practice. When I was thirteen or fourteen most of my classmates were always ready for a quick grope in the gym changing room or a wank in the long grass behind the cricket pavilion, but as we grew older there were fewer and fewer of them who were interested in this rather than chasing after girls, so that by the time I was in the second- year sixth I was the only gay person I knew, and I was pretty frustrated. I knew where all the gay pubs in town were, but at that age I was shy and insecure and would go scarlet and turn away if anyone approached me.
This particular evening I had had my usual miserable half hour in one of the bars eking out a pint of lager and surreptitiously eying up my fellow drinkers. There were all the usual faces, some of them alone and eyeing me back (I didn't realise it at the time, but I was actually quite good looking), and some in giggling groups. All these were familiar faces, but at the end of the bar was a group I hadn't seen before, a very attractive blond boy (dyed hair, I guessed) with two equally attractive but darker companions. The blond caught my eye and winked: as usual I blushed, choked back the remains of my beer, and rushed out into the street, disgusted at my own cowardice.
It was only ten o'clock, and I didn't want to go home that early, so I decided to go for a cup of coffee at a nearby coffee bar. It was deserted when I got there, and I went in, sat at the bar and ordered an espresso. A few minutes later, I heard the door go and someone came and sat on the next stool to me: with a shock I realised that it was the blond boy from the pub. "Hi", he said, "like to buy me a coffee?". Close up he looked even better than from a distance, 'though I realised he was a little older than me, perhaps twenty-two or three. He had very blond hair, almost but not quite a crew cut, a nice slim looking body, and a marvellous smile, and I began to realise that I found him very attractive. I couldn't find a word to say and just sat gaping at him with my mouth open. "Come on", he said, "don't be so shy - I'll buy you another cup instead", and he reached over and squeezed my thigh. Somehow this broke the ice, and without a whole roomful of gay men watching me I lost my shyness.
We soon got talking and discovered that we had a lot in common, the same likes in films and music and plays. "What happened to your friends?", I asked. "Oh, they're just taking a breather, then we're all going back to my flat for a nightcap - why don't come, too?" We paid for our coffees and walked back to his car, where his friends were waiting. Ben, my blond, introduced me to his friends, and he and I got into the back of the car, where he casually put his arm round my shoulders. I felt my cock leap into a full erection, painfully constrained by the tight trousers I was wearing, and it became even more uncomfortable when he took his arm away from my shoulder and started feeling me up.
When we got back to the flat we all had brandy and another coffee, and sat around for half an hour laughing and giggling, and I was amazed to find that my shyness had totally gone. Before very long, Ben's friends disappeared into a next door room. "Where are they going?", I asked naively. "Oh", he said, "just my spare bedroom. They're both married but bisexual, and they like to come round here once a week for a fuck. Don't worry about them, why don't you come and see my bedroom?"
As we went through the door he turned the light down, took me in his arms, and began to kiss me on the lips. It was wonderful, and an electric shock went through me as I felt his hard cock pushing against mine through our trousers. "Take your clothes off", he whispered, "and get on the bed". To my embarrassment he stood watching me as I did this without taking off any of his own clothes, and all my shyness returned. I lay down on the bed with my y-fronts still on, though pushed out a considerable distance in front of me...
"Now watch," he said, and slowly began to undress in front of me. I gasped as he revealed an almost perfect body, slim but muscular, and without a hair on it apart from round his crutch, where it became apparent that his hair wasn't dyed after all. His cock was beautiful - no more than average size, but uncircumcised and beautifully proportioned, and very erect. He came and sat on the bed beside me, and started massaging my cock through my y-fronts. "Why don't you take those silly things off," he said, and began to slip them down over my thighs. Mission accomplished he lay down on top of me and began to kiss me passionately on the lips, rubbing and pushing his body against mine. My cock felt as if it wanted to burst, and I could feel it beginning to ooze fluid. "Open your mouth," he whispered, and when I did so pushed his tongue in and began to kiss and suck me. I gasped with astonishment and pleasure as we greedily lapped up each other's saliva. We turned on our sides, pushing hungrily against each other, and fondling each other's cock and balls. Soon he moved down my body and began to suck and nibble at my nipples, and then even lower as he licked my balls and took my throbbing cock into his mouth. I was almost fainting with pleasure. "Let me do you," I pleaded, and he lay on his back while my tongue licked down his body. His cock was uncircumcised but beautifully clean, and his whole crutch had the scent of new mown hay. I had never taken a man's cock into my mouth before, but somehow I knew exactly what to do, and sucked and tongued him while his hands ran through my hair. Soon he slipped round into a sixty- nine position, and we devoured each other's hot flesh. "Stop, stop", I begged, "I can't hold back much longer." "OK", he said, "roll over on to your stomach and we'll get on with it."
Get on with what, I wondered, but soon found out as he swiftly lubricated his cock and pushed hard into my virgin arsehole. It hurt like hell, and I bucked and pushed him off me. "Oh, sorry", he said casually, not realising how much pain he'd caused me, "was a that a bit too fast? Second time lucky!" And he began to push in again. By the time his cock was no more than an inch inside me I was in such pain that I was biting my lip to hold back the tears and I begged him to stop. He rolled me over on my back, switched on the bedside light, and began to kiss me very gently on the lips. "Whatever's the matter?" he asked, looking straight into my eyes, "why so tense?". "I've never done it before," I confessed, "and I didn't realise it was going to hurt so much." "Really?" he laughed, "a real live virgin? Well don't worry sweetheart - Uncle Ben won't hurt you again and is going to give you a memorable first time. Roll over on to your stomach again." I did so, and tensed in anticipation of another assault, but instead felt him gently wiping me, and then his tongue began to gently lick the crease between my buttocks. I slowly relaxed, and as I did so felt his tongue slip deeper and deeper into the crevice until it was lubricating my poor tender arsehole and venturing gently inside. I began to moan and squirm with pleasure. All too soon he stopped and rolled me onto my back. "Now open your legs," he commanded, "and bend your knees."
As I did so, I saw him reach for the lubricant and anoint the palm of one hand and a finger of the other. He grasped my cock with his slippery hand and began slowly to wank me, while his finger inserted itself into my now much less unwilling arsehole. His finger was soon in up to the hilt, and as he began to massage my prostate gland more and more fluid began to ooze out and lubricate his hand. "Right," he said, "I think you're just about ready. Put your legs over my shoulders." As I did so he knelt in front of me, removed his finger from my arsehole, and began gently to insert his cock, which like my own was slippery with pre-cum juice and KY. At first it hurt, but not nearly so much as last time. "Just relax," he whispered, "we're almost there". Soon his cock was fully inside me, an incredible sensation I had never dreamed of, and as he began to move slowly and rhythmically inside me the pain gave way to unbelievable pleasure, and I writhed with delight. "I can't hold back much longer," he gasped, "are you nearly there?" "Yes, oh yes, please make me cum," I begged.
With that his movements inside me became more and more vigorous and his slippery fingers moved faster and faster up and down my throbbing cock. "I'm coming," I shouted, "I'm coming," and I came with such force that I felt a jet of my own cum shoot up and hit me on forehead. Ben lent over and began greedily to lick it up; I felt his cock expand inside me to its fullest extent as he groaned in the delights of his own tremendous orgasm and shot his load deep inside me. He collapsed on top of me as we both lay gasping for breath. Later, he gently eased himself out of me, and we lay together then fell asleep in each other's arms.
Next morning I woke with a sore behind, but a smile on my lips: I was a real gay man at last.
This particular evening I had had my usual miserable half hour in one of the bars eking out a pint of lager and surreptitiously eying up my fellow drinkers. There were all the usual faces, some of them alone and eyeing me back (I didn't realise it at the time, but I was actually quite good looking), and some in giggling groups. All these were familiar faces, but at the end of the bar was a group I hadn't seen before, a very attractive blond boy (dyed hair, I guessed) with two equally attractive but darker companions. The blond caught my eye and winked: as usual I blushed, choked back the remains of my beer, and rushed out into the street, disgusted at my own cowardice.
It was only ten o'clock, and I didn't want to go home that early, so I decided to go for a cup of coffee at a nearby coffee bar. It was deserted when I got there, and I went in, sat at the bar and ordered an espresso. A few minutes later, I heard the door go and someone came and sat on the next stool to me: with a shock I realised that it was the blond boy from the pub. "Hi", he said, "like to buy me a coffee?". Close up he looked even better than from a distance, 'though I realised he was a little older than me, perhaps twenty-two or three. He had very blond hair, almost but not quite a crew cut, a nice slim looking body, and a marvellous smile, and I began to realise that I found him very attractive. I couldn't find a word to say and just sat gaping at him with my mouth open. "Come on", he said, "don't be so shy - I'll buy you another cup instead", and he reached over and squeezed my thigh. Somehow this broke the ice, and without a whole roomful of gay men watching me I lost my shyness.
We soon got talking and discovered that we had a lot in common, the same likes in films and music and plays. "What happened to your friends?", I asked. "Oh, they're just taking a breather, then we're all going back to my flat for a nightcap - why don't come, too?" We paid for our coffees and walked back to his car, where his friends were waiting. Ben, my blond, introduced me to his friends, and he and I got into the back of the car, where he casually put his arm round my shoulders. I felt my cock leap into a full erection, painfully constrained by the tight trousers I was wearing, and it became even more uncomfortable when he took his arm away from my shoulder and started feeling me up.
When we got back to the flat we all had brandy and another coffee, and sat around for half an hour laughing and giggling, and I was amazed to find that my shyness had totally gone. Before very long, Ben's friends disappeared into a next door room. "Where are they going?", I asked naively. "Oh", he said, "just my spare bedroom. They're both married but bisexual, and they like to come round here once a week for a fuck. Don't worry about them, why don't you come and see my bedroom?"
As we went through the door he turned the light down, took me in his arms, and began to kiss me on the lips. It was wonderful, and an electric shock went through me as I felt his hard cock pushing against mine through our trousers. "Take your clothes off", he whispered, "and get on the bed". To my embarrassment he stood watching me as I did this without taking off any of his own clothes, and all my shyness returned. I lay down on the bed with my y-fronts still on, though pushed out a considerable distance in front of me...
"Now watch," he said, and slowly began to undress in front of me. I gasped as he revealed an almost perfect body, slim but muscular, and without a hair on it apart from round his crutch, where it became apparent that his hair wasn't dyed after all. His cock was beautiful - no more than average size, but uncircumcised and beautifully proportioned, and very erect. He came and sat on the bed beside me, and started massaging my cock through my y-fronts. "Why don't you take those silly things off," he said, and began to slip them down over my thighs. Mission accomplished he lay down on top of me and began to kiss me passionately on the lips, rubbing and pushing his body against mine. My cock felt as if it wanted to burst, and I could feel it beginning to ooze fluid. "Open your mouth," he whispered, and when I did so pushed his tongue in and began to kiss and suck me. I gasped with astonishment and pleasure as we greedily lapped up each other's saliva. We turned on our sides, pushing hungrily against each other, and fondling each other's cock and balls. Soon he moved down my body and began to suck and nibble at my nipples, and then even lower as he licked my balls and took my throbbing cock into his mouth. I was almost fainting with pleasure. "Let me do you," I pleaded, and he lay on his back while my tongue licked down his body. His cock was uncircumcised but beautifully clean, and his whole crutch had the scent of new mown hay. I had never taken a man's cock into my mouth before, but somehow I knew exactly what to do, and sucked and tongued him while his hands ran through my hair. Soon he slipped round into a sixty- nine position, and we devoured each other's hot flesh. "Stop, stop", I begged, "I can't hold back much longer." "OK", he said, "roll over on to your stomach and we'll get on with it."
Get on with what, I wondered, but soon found out as he swiftly lubricated his cock and pushed hard into my virgin arsehole. It hurt like hell, and I bucked and pushed him off me. "Oh, sorry", he said casually, not realising how much pain he'd caused me, "was a that a bit too fast? Second time lucky!" And he began to push in again. By the time his cock was no more than an inch inside me I was in such pain that I was biting my lip to hold back the tears and I begged him to stop. He rolled me over on my back, switched on the bedside light, and began to kiss me very gently on the lips. "Whatever's the matter?" he asked, looking straight into my eyes, "why so tense?". "I've never done it before," I confessed, "and I didn't realise it was going to hurt so much." "Really?" he laughed, "a real live virgin? Well don't worry sweetheart - Uncle Ben won't hurt you again and is going to give you a memorable first time. Roll over on to your stomach again." I did so, and tensed in anticipation of another assault, but instead felt him gently wiping me, and then his tongue began to gently lick the crease between my buttocks. I slowly relaxed, and as I did so felt his tongue slip deeper and deeper into the crevice until it was lubricating my poor tender arsehole and venturing gently inside. I began to moan and squirm with pleasure. All too soon he stopped and rolled me onto my back. "Now open your legs," he commanded, "and bend your knees."
As I did so, I saw him reach for the lubricant and anoint the palm of one hand and a finger of the other. He grasped my cock with his slippery hand and began slowly to wank me, while his finger inserted itself into my now much less unwilling arsehole. His finger was soon in up to the hilt, and as he began to massage my prostate gland more and more fluid began to ooze out and lubricate his hand. "Right," he said, "I think you're just about ready. Put your legs over my shoulders." As I did so he knelt in front of me, removed his finger from my arsehole, and began gently to insert his cock, which like my own was slippery with pre-cum juice and KY. At first it hurt, but not nearly so much as last time. "Just relax," he whispered, "we're almost there". Soon his cock was fully inside me, an incredible sensation I had never dreamed of, and as he began to move slowly and rhythmically inside me the pain gave way to unbelievable pleasure, and I writhed with delight. "I can't hold back much longer," he gasped, "are you nearly there?" "Yes, oh yes, please make me cum," I begged.
With that his movements inside me became more and more vigorous and his slippery fingers moved faster and faster up and down my throbbing cock. "I'm coming," I shouted, "I'm coming," and I came with such force that I felt a jet of my own cum shoot up and hit me on forehead. Ben lent over and began greedily to lick it up; I felt his cock expand inside me to its fullest extent as he groaned in the delights of his own tremendous orgasm and shot his load deep inside me. He collapsed on top of me as we both lay gasping for breath. Later, he gently eased himself out of me, and we lay together then fell asleep in each other's arms.
Next morning I woke with a sore behind, but a smile on my lips: I was a real gay man at last.
