MY FIRST FUCK

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.