I grew up in a household where men were men and sexually, being with other men was wrong, which made my teenage years difficult as the more I travelled through puberty, the more I wanted to explore being with other men.
This was before the days of the internet so my experience of man - man action was limited to a magazine I found with my mate Stinky Steve which we both laughed about, agreed how disgusting it was then buried... No joke. We buried it.... And, I'm embarrassed to say I went back and dug it up a few nights later and took it home with me.
The next couple of years passed frustratingly. My porn mag disintigrated and I burned it's remains to avoid being "found out."
I managed to navigate my way through all the school boy banter about "gays" and not being "gay" you know the stuff.
In my final year at school a lad named Jon Martin joined the school having moved down from Leeds, nice lad who I became friends with as he was also a bit of a social outcast - he lived with his dad in a massive house not far from mine and I used to go over and we'd drink and play computer games, (occasionally smoke in his dad's shed) That sort of stuff.
Coming up to the end of school everyone was getting excited to go to uni or their gap year or whatever thing they where going to be doing, I had planned to go to a land based college to study arboriculture but had elected to take a gap year to earn money to help pay for it - Jon was going to go to University in Edinburgh, some lads were doing apprenticeships etc.
I had a couple of small jobs but also did small cash in hand stuff for family and friends and had spoke to Jon's dad, Mr Martin (His real name was Phil but I only ever referred to him as sir or Mr Martin.) About helping him out with his massive garden, around his house etc.
I did jobs like cleaning his garden furniture weeding his borders, cutting hedges back. I enjoyed working for him because he was almost always at home so he provided food and drink, he was a laugh, had a wicked, silky Northern accent, manly shoulders, big forearms, a handsome face and... Oh wait, yeah I forgot to mention he was fit as fuck. He also paid really well.
He had a brick outbuilding behind the house that had basically just been filled with boxes when they moved in and one day he asked me if I would help him go through them, tidy them out and just get him generally sorted, this took a week or so and he was there intermittently helping me and just generally being a hotty, in the meantime he was having a swimming pool put in a new conservatory in the house so he'd come in and out between dealing with the builders.
One afternoon he asked me to go through a stack of boxes of newspapers and magazines and books, bin the shite and keep anything that he might want to keep.
So I set about sorting through, throwing old copies of exchange and mart into a box for the bonfire, keeping haynes manuals and Chris Ryan novels in a box marked "Keep"
Halfway through box three I hit the motherfucking payload three, crisp, pristine porn mags wrapped up in a black bin bag... Whats more they were all "MEN" magazine... Porn... Gay Porn... I mean I'm excited about it now... I remember one of the magazines said somethin like "Ken Sharpe, he's spiffy and he'll strip in a Jiffy!" and had a picture of a buff blonde guy on the cover who did indeed appear naked inside the magazine.
Cocks cocks cocks, balls, pecs, abs, cocks, bums, did I mention cocks? Pages and pages of cocks, not only could I spend a nervous two mintues looking out of the window to make sure noone was looking but I could spend the next two minutes looking at really really nice cocks... Wait. I had been delegated the authority to decide whether or not to dispose of this magical find. And I did, but not to the bin box. Oh no. I wrapped them back in the black bin bag, hid them behind a sheet of plywood and, at the end of the day put them in my backpack for later enjoyment.
So elated was I with now being the owner of not one, not two, but three epic porn mags I didn't stop to consider why Mr Martin might have had them stashed in his shed. Or why he was so keen that I sort those boxes on my own, Or why he came over at the end of the day and sorted through what I had done - if I had have realised that they were obviously planted there I could have accelerated the inevitible by seducing him with my innocent charms, instead, being the gawky 18 year old with a sheltered upbringing I never once considered that this may not have been an accident, what this might mean or what it might lead to.
The swimming pool was finished about three or four weeks after. Essentially it was a giant paddling pool with a steel frame supporting a blue tarpaulin that held the water which was filtered and heated in a little wooden shed next to the big, glass conservatory the pool was housed in, the conservatory had blinds but as the pool was at the rear of the house, and not overlooked Mr Martin never drew them when he swam, in his magnificent light blue speedo style swimming trunks, he had what I guess you would refer to as a "dad bod," a slightly chubby but muscular hairy physique that I did gaze upon gladly as he used the shower nozzle that was stuck out of the side of the wall beside the pool. Soaping his body facing out into the garden as he rubbed himself all over... (mmmmm just having a moment to myself here.)
... Er erm ahem... Anyway... After three days of watching Mr Martin swim, and shower he invited me over on Saturday afternoon to try out his newly purchased pool. Obviously I accepted, I turned up, swimming trunks and towel in a backpack at 14:00 as requested to be greeted by Mr Martin, topless in shorts and sandals, we went through into the conservatory and Mr Martin dropped his shorts revealing those magnificent budgie smugglers and climbed the ladder into the pool.
This was the first time I had been in the conservatory since the pool had been finished and being basically a green house it was incredibly warm and having a big steamy pool in the middle of it it was also quite humid, Mr Martin pointed to a white plastic sun lounger and said I could put my clothes on there - just get changed and come on in! Just get changed and... Where do I get changed though Mr Martin?
"Just do it there, I won't look and anyway It's nothing I won't have seen before."
So I turned my back and tentatively, awkwardly got naked in the same room as a man that I had been admiring from afar (think unsexy thoughts, think unsexy thoughts, think unsexy thoughts.)
I donned my trunks which, in hindsight were as tight and revealing as Mr Martin's and turned to see Mr Martin swimming lengths. I walked over and climbed in. Potential erection hidden below the waterline I relaxed and swam, chatted and generally enjoyed the pool with the father of my schoolfriend... Mr Martin asked if Jon had told me he had got a girlfriend and asked me if I had any girlfriends, I responded negatively, he asked if I was looking and I said I sort of suppose I was. Maybe when I get to college - he told me that college and uni were great places for exploring all sorts of new things...
I'd never had this sort of chat with my parents or any other "adult" so it felt awkward but Mr Martin kept probing about girls, recieving non-comittal answers from me.
The swimming phase of the afternoon lasted a couple of hours and in hindsight got more and more friendly as the afternoon wore on, occasional brushes against each other, his hand on my shoulder, his hand on my arm, Mr Martin asked if I wanted to get out of the pool and join him for a barbecue and a couple of beers. Naturally I cooly and calmly accepted.
He got out of the pool and said he'd shower first. He walked over to the shower nozzle and facing out into the garden he dropped his trunks to the floor, now, when I had been perving from afar on Mr Martin's showers he had kept his trunks on but now thank the lords of swimming pools he was in front of me, completely naked, and what was that? In the reflection I could just about make out... Yes. It was his penis bouncing and swinging around majestically as he soaped himself up.
(think unsexy thoughts, think unsexy thoughts, think unsexy thoughts.) I tried to subdue the evergrowing bulge in my tight speedos which although submerged in the pool suddenly seemed like it would be the most visible stiffy in the history of stiffies, my face, at this point must have been ultra red - the temparature it felt I imgaine it was also halving Mr Martin's water heating bill. Also I was basically panting like a dehydrated dog.
Mr Martin turned, totally nude to face me, I mean it must have been obvious I had been watching, if I could see his penis in the reflection then could his penis have seen me? It was irrelevant because as if on autopilot my eyes locked on to his cock hanging there in front of two low hanging balls, surrounded by neatly trimmed pubic hair and swinging gently. There was no way Mr Martin wouldn't have caught me ogling but he didn't acknowledge the fact that I was admiring his manhood.
He wrapped a white towel around his waist, donned his sandals and told me the shower was all mine and he would go out light the barbecue. I waited until he was out of the room, lest he see my hard on.
I got out of the pool and dropped my trunks, my uncontrollable stiffy thankfully semi subsiding and stepped under the shower, not planning on being here long I began to let the water flow over me, looking up I noticed Mr Martin in the garden in his towel looking in at me from the barbecue. his eyes met mine, I just stood there, heart in mouth, naked as my friends dad grinned and walked back towards the house.
Fuuuck fuck fuck fuck is he coming in here? I scrambled for a towel shiiiit I didn't bring one... Fuuck there isn't one in here! Fuuuck the door is opening... Mr Martin walked in, casual as can be he walked over to naked me, by now desperately cupping my cock and balls. He said that he realised I didn't have a towel, took the towel from around his waist and put it around my shoulders.
"We're both men here, there's no need to hide. He stood naked in front of me hands on my shoulders as I took my hands from my cock and balls and held the bottom corners of the towel. There we stood, two bloody blokes with their dicks just hanging out. I realised that I was physically shaking and Mr Martin asked if I was cold - I said I wasn't. He asked if he was making me nervous and I said that I did feel nervous.
He asked if I wanted him to leave and I said no...
I looked down at his cock, it had definitely swollen noticibly since he dropped his towel, I looked at mine and realised that I was swelling up as well. Damn my teenage penis and it's uncontrollable stiffening!
Mr Martin was also looking down.
"It's okay Stephen, that's just natural."
My face had reached about 1000 degrees celcius at this point. Another person was looking at my erection. That person was naked and he was also the father of my friend. This was defintely a new experience.
I was speechless, shivering with nerves and unable to move my gaze from Mr Martin's slowly throbbing, slowly stiffening cock, less than a foot from my own.
"Touch it."
Did I imagine that? I was in a trance and the words seemed to come from nowhere...
I looked at Mr Martin. He took half a step closer, his hands on my shoulders.
"Touch it."
I looked back down and saw my hand moving toward his cock, it was almost as if it wasn't even connected to me and had a mind of it's own as my hand closed itself around his shaft.
"It feels different to your own doesn't it"
It did. It felt hard, and soft at the same time, warm and silky.
I looked up at him, holding his cock in my hand as his hands slid down my back to my hips, my breath trembling he looked into my eyes as he moved his hips forward, I could feel his hard cock slide forward in my palm the way the skin slipped over the shaft, exposing just the very tip of his bellend was an almost magical feeling to me, I began to slowly stroke back and forth.
"mmmm that feels nice."
My cock was throbbing as if it was going to explode.
"it looks like you're enjoying yourself. Your body doesn't lie you like stroking my dick don't you Stephen?"
I looked him in the eye and just replied with an almost silent whispered "yes sir"
Mr Martin's hands ran down my back and softly grabbed my ass, he pulled himself into me, My hard cock met his stomach and his met mine, my hand still awkwardky clasping his shaft between us.
I shuddered, that feeling took over,my balls tightened and my cock jerked, I came, against his stomach, shooting my cum up into his stomach hair. The embarrasment was all encompassing I probably said the word sorry a billion times as I took my hand away from his cock, this allowed Mr Martin to pull our bodies together.
"That's okay, that's okay, it happens, there's a lot happening. Are you a virgin Stephen?"
"I am sir."
"You've never been with a girl?"
"No Mr Martin"
"A man?"
"No"
"Do you want to be a virgin when you leave here? I know you saw the magazines in my shed, you know what I want, what do you want?"
"I don't want to be a virgin sir."
"Do you know how two men have sex?"
The words took what seemed like ages to leave my mouth
"In the bum?"
He grinned,
"Ha, yeah, in the bum is one way - we're going to do that, it's going to hurt and It won't stop until I'm finished but you're going to take it."
"Yes sir"
He looked over his shoulder at the door.
"Not in here though, he stepped back and picked up the towel from the floor, wiped my cum from himself then slowly from me, caressing my body as he did.
He led me through his house to his bedroom and laid on the bed, he beckoned me to lay beside him and I did. He lay on his side beside me, rolled over and produced a tube of KY jelly from his bedside draw. I had never seen this stuff before and I had no idea what it was for but I was going to find out soon enough.
He placed the tube on the bed and leaned in to kiss me. I felt his stubble against my cheeks and his tongue in my mouth luckily at 18 my erections were never far apart and I felt my cock begin to stiffen again as his erect cock rubbed against my stomach.
His hands explored my body, mine, well they sort of fumbled around not knowing what to really do. I do remember the feeling of his heavy balls in my hand and running my hands up and down his back.
He kissed me harder and harder, more passionately as he groped my ass, squeezing my cheeks and pulling them apart.
I felt his fingers work there way between my cheeks and start to tentatively brush my hole, I responded with a whimpering moan as he applied more pressure. I'm not sure how or when he did it but he must have squeezed some of the KY jelly into his hand as I felt the cold slippery lube being pressed onto my hole, it made me gasp, he looked into my eyes and slowly pressed a single finger past my opening, he held it there for a second or two before probing deeper. Slowly he lubed and fingered my hole as he kissed and groped me, I lay there letting him take advantage of my body.
He rolled me onto my front and pulled a pillow under my hips, I lay face down as he straddled me panting deeply as he slid a lubed finger into me, this time down to the knuckle.
He had told me sex would hurt, by this point I was well into being pleasured, there had been no pain and I was relaxed, he laid on top of me and I felt his hard cock between my cheeks, he slowly gyrated his hips, rubbing his cock up and down my crack, his weight on top of mine was stimulating my cock between my stomach and the pillow, his mouth beside my ear breathing hot breath onto my neck as he occasionally planted heavy kisses on me. I was in ecstasy If this was what gay sex was like it was easy and I was loving every sweaty second.
I was aware of him reaching out for the KY and squeezing some into his hand - he reached between our bodies and I could feel him rub it over his cock before putting a final blob onto my hole and working it in with his fingers, whimpering with pleasure I rotated my hips to give him maximum access.
He put his hands on my shoulders and I felt his cock press against my virgin hole. Slowly he built the pressure as he whispered into my ear.
"breath, nice deep breaths."
"relax"
As the pressure increased I began to feel the sting of my hole stretching I moaned and whimpered and tried to pull away but he held me in tight.
"You're going to take it. Just relax. Breath."
after what felt like three weeks of stretching stinging pain his cock suddenly burst past my tight sphincter muscle, I felt a pop as if a small explosion had gone off in my stomach, I cried out loudly into the pillow as he exhaled into my ear.
"Take it, take it, it's almost there."
He held me tight as he continued to press his cock into me, I tried to wriggle away but he was too strong. I felt like I was going to split in half, this was nothing like my fingers, the pens or even the broom handle.
"You can take it."
he pressed relentlessly until he was fully inside me his hips ground fully and completely against my cheeks. He lay there still, letting my body become accustomed to having him inside me.
He held me, kissing my neck as the pain started to subside and my breathing regained a semi-normal pace. I began to realise I was enjoying the feeling of pleasure-pain and my whimpers changed to satisfied moans.
Slowly and rythmically he began to take long slow thrusts, gaining speed and power as I loosened up.
He clamped a hand over my mouth to muffle my groans as he gave repeatedly gave me the full length of his hard cock.
I came. all up my stomach and over his sheets, again mortified at my lack of sexual prowess I repeated the word sorry (as much as I could talk between the groans)
He just continued to screw me, slow and deep, covering my mouth with one hand, the other wrappped around my shoulders from behind.
I felt his breaths start to quicken, he picked up the pace and intensity of his thrusts which made me groan hard as he began to slam into me, it felt like the tip of his cock was going to burst through my stomach at any moment.
A few deep, hard, purposeful thrusts later and I felt him squeeze me close as he shuddered and came inside me, he held me there, balls deep in my virgin ass as he recovered from his orgasm. He withdrew from my hole.
"Don't move"
He straddled me again and I felt him spread my cheeks, I looked over my shoulder to see him admiring my freshly fucked, deflowered hole, I felt him rub a finger around the outside before slowly plunging it inside me. He kept it there for a second before slowly taking it out. He lay beside me as my hole throbbed, I could feel the cold wet mixture of cum and lube as the fresh air danced over my puckered (I assume) entrance.
He kissed me strong and deep, his cock lay sideways as it softened. I enjoyed the sight of it slowly deflating, shiny with cum and lube.
He asked me to wait while he had a shower, I lay there taking in the experience, trying to make sense of what had happened? Was it real? Had my schoolmates dad really just been on top of me pounding away?
It was. The guy I had been lusting over, maybe 30 years my senior had just taken my virginity and I was... Euphoric... Euphoric and, well sore if I'm totally honest.
Mr Martin came out of the shower and suggested that I have a shower while he changed the sheets on his bed.
I did just that and came out to find him fully clothed. He went and got my clothes from the pool and I put them on.
We had a discussion about how I felt (Fucking amazing was the answer) before I headed home again on my bike.
I had three more months of the summer holidays to go before I left for college and Mr Martin taught me a good few lessons during that time...
This was before the days of the internet so my experience of man - man action was limited to a magazine I found with my mate Stinky Steve which we both laughed about, agreed how disgusting it was then buried... No joke. We buried it.... And, I'm embarrassed to say I went back and dug it up a few nights later and took it home with me.
The next couple of years passed frustratingly. My porn mag disintigrated and I burned it's remains to avoid being "found out."
I managed to navigate my way through all the school boy banter about "gays" and not being "gay" you know the stuff.
In my final year at school a lad named Jon Martin joined the school having moved down from Leeds, nice lad who I became friends with as he was also a bit of a social outcast - he lived with his dad in a massive house not far from mine and I used to go over and we'd drink and play computer games, (occasionally smoke in his dad's shed) That sort of stuff.
Coming up to the end of school everyone was getting excited to go to uni or their gap year or whatever thing they where going to be doing, I had planned to go to a land based college to study arboriculture but had elected to take a gap year to earn money to help pay for it - Jon was going to go to University in Edinburgh, some lads were doing apprenticeships etc.
I had a couple of small jobs but also did small cash in hand stuff for family and friends and had spoke to Jon's dad, Mr Martin (His real name was Phil but I only ever referred to him as sir or Mr Martin.) About helping him out with his massive garden, around his house etc.
I did jobs like cleaning his garden furniture weeding his borders, cutting hedges back. I enjoyed working for him because he was almost always at home so he provided food and drink, he was a laugh, had a wicked, silky Northern accent, manly shoulders, big forearms, a handsome face and... Oh wait, yeah I forgot to mention he was fit as fuck. He also paid really well.
He had a brick outbuilding behind the house that had basically just been filled with boxes when they moved in and one day he asked me if I would help him go through them, tidy them out and just get him generally sorted, this took a week or so and he was there intermittently helping me and just generally being a hotty, in the meantime he was having a swimming pool put in a new conservatory in the house so he'd come in and out between dealing with the builders.
One afternoon he asked me to go through a stack of boxes of newspapers and magazines and books, bin the shite and keep anything that he might want to keep.
So I set about sorting through, throwing old copies of exchange and mart into a box for the bonfire, keeping haynes manuals and Chris Ryan novels in a box marked "Keep"
Halfway through box three I hit the motherfucking payload three, crisp, pristine porn mags wrapped up in a black bin bag... Whats more they were all "MEN" magazine... Porn... Gay Porn... I mean I'm excited about it now... I remember one of the magazines said somethin like "Ken Sharpe, he's spiffy and he'll strip in a Jiffy!" and had a picture of a buff blonde guy on the cover who did indeed appear naked inside the magazine.
Cocks cocks cocks, balls, pecs, abs, cocks, bums, did I mention cocks? Pages and pages of cocks, not only could I spend a nervous two mintues looking out of the window to make sure noone was looking but I could spend the next two minutes looking at really really nice cocks... Wait. I had been delegated the authority to decide whether or not to dispose of this magical find. And I did, but not to the bin box. Oh no. I wrapped them back in the black bin bag, hid them behind a sheet of plywood and, at the end of the day put them in my backpack for later enjoyment.
So elated was I with now being the owner of not one, not two, but three epic porn mags I didn't stop to consider why Mr Martin might have had them stashed in his shed. Or why he was so keen that I sort those boxes on my own, Or why he came over at the end of the day and sorted through what I had done - if I had have realised that they were obviously planted there I could have accelerated the inevitible by seducing him with my innocent charms, instead, being the gawky 18 year old with a sheltered upbringing I never once considered that this may not have been an accident, what this might mean or what it might lead to.
The swimming pool was finished about three or four weeks after. Essentially it was a giant paddling pool with a steel frame supporting a blue tarpaulin that held the water which was filtered and heated in a little wooden shed next to the big, glass conservatory the pool was housed in, the conservatory had blinds but as the pool was at the rear of the house, and not overlooked Mr Martin never drew them when he swam, in his magnificent light blue speedo style swimming trunks, he had what I guess you would refer to as a "dad bod," a slightly chubby but muscular hairy physique that I did gaze upon gladly as he used the shower nozzle that was stuck out of the side of the wall beside the pool. Soaping his body facing out into the garden as he rubbed himself all over... (mmmmm just having a moment to myself here.)
... Er erm ahem... Anyway... After three days of watching Mr Martin swim, and shower he invited me over on Saturday afternoon to try out his newly purchased pool. Obviously I accepted, I turned up, swimming trunks and towel in a backpack at 14:00 as requested to be greeted by Mr Martin, topless in shorts and sandals, we went through into the conservatory and Mr Martin dropped his shorts revealing those magnificent budgie smugglers and climbed the ladder into the pool.
This was the first time I had been in the conservatory since the pool had been finished and being basically a green house it was incredibly warm and having a big steamy pool in the middle of it it was also quite humid, Mr Martin pointed to a white plastic sun lounger and said I could put my clothes on there - just get changed and come on in! Just get changed and... Where do I get changed though Mr Martin?
"Just do it there, I won't look and anyway It's nothing I won't have seen before."
So I turned my back and tentatively, awkwardly got naked in the same room as a man that I had been admiring from afar (think unsexy thoughts, think unsexy thoughts, think unsexy thoughts.)
I donned my trunks which, in hindsight were as tight and revealing as Mr Martin's and turned to see Mr Martin swimming lengths. I walked over and climbed in. Potential erection hidden below the waterline I relaxed and swam, chatted and generally enjoyed the pool with the father of my schoolfriend... Mr Martin asked if Jon had told me he had got a girlfriend and asked me if I had any girlfriends, I responded negatively, he asked if I was looking and I said I sort of suppose I was. Maybe when I get to college - he told me that college and uni were great places for exploring all sorts of new things...
I'd never had this sort of chat with my parents or any other "adult" so it felt awkward but Mr Martin kept probing about girls, recieving non-comittal answers from me.
The swimming phase of the afternoon lasted a couple of hours and in hindsight got more and more friendly as the afternoon wore on, occasional brushes against each other, his hand on my shoulder, his hand on my arm, Mr Martin asked if I wanted to get out of the pool and join him for a barbecue and a couple of beers. Naturally I cooly and calmly accepted.
He got out of the pool and said he'd shower first. He walked over to the shower nozzle and facing out into the garden he dropped his trunks to the floor, now, when I had been perving from afar on Mr Martin's showers he had kept his trunks on but now thank the lords of swimming pools he was in front of me, completely naked, and what was that? In the reflection I could just about make out... Yes. It was his penis bouncing and swinging around majestically as he soaped himself up.
(think unsexy thoughts, think unsexy thoughts, think unsexy thoughts.) I tried to subdue the evergrowing bulge in my tight speedos which although submerged in the pool suddenly seemed like it would be the most visible stiffy in the history of stiffies, my face, at this point must have been ultra red - the temparature it felt I imgaine it was also halving Mr Martin's water heating bill. Also I was basically panting like a dehydrated dog.
Mr Martin turned, totally nude to face me, I mean it must have been obvious I had been watching, if I could see his penis in the reflection then could his penis have seen me? It was irrelevant because as if on autopilot my eyes locked on to his cock hanging there in front of two low hanging balls, surrounded by neatly trimmed pubic hair and swinging gently. There was no way Mr Martin wouldn't have caught me ogling but he didn't acknowledge the fact that I was admiring his manhood.
He wrapped a white towel around his waist, donned his sandals and told me the shower was all mine and he would go out light the barbecue. I waited until he was out of the room, lest he see my hard on.
I got out of the pool and dropped my trunks, my uncontrollable stiffy thankfully semi subsiding and stepped under the shower, not planning on being here long I began to let the water flow over me, looking up I noticed Mr Martin in the garden in his towel looking in at me from the barbecue. his eyes met mine, I just stood there, heart in mouth, naked as my friends dad grinned and walked back towards the house.
Fuuuck fuck fuck fuck is he coming in here? I scrambled for a towel shiiiit I didn't bring one... Fuuck there isn't one in here! Fuuuck the door is opening... Mr Martin walked in, casual as can be he walked over to naked me, by now desperately cupping my cock and balls. He said that he realised I didn't have a towel, took the towel from around his waist and put it around my shoulders.
"We're both men here, there's no need to hide. He stood naked in front of me hands on my shoulders as I took my hands from my cock and balls and held the bottom corners of the towel. There we stood, two bloody blokes with their dicks just hanging out. I realised that I was physically shaking and Mr Martin asked if I was cold - I said I wasn't. He asked if he was making me nervous and I said that I did feel nervous.
He asked if I wanted him to leave and I said no...
I looked down at his cock, it had definitely swollen noticibly since he dropped his towel, I looked at mine and realised that I was swelling up as well. Damn my teenage penis and it's uncontrollable stiffening!
Mr Martin was also looking down.
"It's okay Stephen, that's just natural."
My face had reached about 1000 degrees celcius at this point. Another person was looking at my erection. That person was naked and he was also the father of my friend. This was defintely a new experience.
I was speechless, shivering with nerves and unable to move my gaze from Mr Martin's slowly throbbing, slowly stiffening cock, less than a foot from my own.
"Touch it."
Did I imagine that? I was in a trance and the words seemed to come from nowhere...
I looked at Mr Martin. He took half a step closer, his hands on my shoulders.
"Touch it."
I looked back down and saw my hand moving toward his cock, it was almost as if it wasn't even connected to me and had a mind of it's own as my hand closed itself around his shaft.
"It feels different to your own doesn't it"
It did. It felt hard, and soft at the same time, warm and silky.
I looked up at him, holding his cock in my hand as his hands slid down my back to my hips, my breath trembling he looked into my eyes as he moved his hips forward, I could feel his hard cock slide forward in my palm the way the skin slipped over the shaft, exposing just the very tip of his bellend was an almost magical feeling to me, I began to slowly stroke back and forth.
"mmmm that feels nice."
My cock was throbbing as if it was going to explode.
"it looks like you're enjoying yourself. Your body doesn't lie you like stroking my dick don't you Stephen?"
I looked him in the eye and just replied with an almost silent whispered "yes sir"
Mr Martin's hands ran down my back and softly grabbed my ass, he pulled himself into me, My hard cock met his stomach and his met mine, my hand still awkwardky clasping his shaft between us.
I shuddered, that feeling took over,my balls tightened and my cock jerked, I came, against his stomach, shooting my cum up into his stomach hair. The embarrasment was all encompassing I probably said the word sorry a billion times as I took my hand away from his cock, this allowed Mr Martin to pull our bodies together.
"That's okay, that's okay, it happens, there's a lot happening. Are you a virgin Stephen?"
"I am sir."
"You've never been with a girl?"
"No Mr Martin"
"A man?"
"No"
"Do you want to be a virgin when you leave here? I know you saw the magazines in my shed, you know what I want, what do you want?"
"I don't want to be a virgin sir."
"Do you know how two men have sex?"
The words took what seemed like ages to leave my mouth
"In the bum?"
He grinned,
"Ha, yeah, in the bum is one way - we're going to do that, it's going to hurt and It won't stop until I'm finished but you're going to take it."
"Yes sir"
He looked over his shoulder at the door.
"Not in here though, he stepped back and picked up the towel from the floor, wiped my cum from himself then slowly from me, caressing my body as he did.
He led me through his house to his bedroom and laid on the bed, he beckoned me to lay beside him and I did. He lay on his side beside me, rolled over and produced a tube of KY jelly from his bedside draw. I had never seen this stuff before and I had no idea what it was for but I was going to find out soon enough.
He placed the tube on the bed and leaned in to kiss me. I felt his stubble against my cheeks and his tongue in my mouth luckily at 18 my erections were never far apart and I felt my cock begin to stiffen again as his erect cock rubbed against my stomach.
His hands explored my body, mine, well they sort of fumbled around not knowing what to really do. I do remember the feeling of his heavy balls in my hand and running my hands up and down his back.
He kissed me harder and harder, more passionately as he groped my ass, squeezing my cheeks and pulling them apart.
I felt his fingers work there way between my cheeks and start to tentatively brush my hole, I responded with a whimpering moan as he applied more pressure. I'm not sure how or when he did it but he must have squeezed some of the KY jelly into his hand as I felt the cold slippery lube being pressed onto my hole, it made me gasp, he looked into my eyes and slowly pressed a single finger past my opening, he held it there for a second or two before probing deeper. Slowly he lubed and fingered my hole as he kissed and groped me, I lay there letting him take advantage of my body.
He rolled me onto my front and pulled a pillow under my hips, I lay face down as he straddled me panting deeply as he slid a lubed finger into me, this time down to the knuckle.
He had told me sex would hurt, by this point I was well into being pleasured, there had been no pain and I was relaxed, he laid on top of me and I felt his hard cock between my cheeks, he slowly gyrated his hips, rubbing his cock up and down my crack, his weight on top of mine was stimulating my cock between my stomach and the pillow, his mouth beside my ear breathing hot breath onto my neck as he occasionally planted heavy kisses on me. I was in ecstasy If this was what gay sex was like it was easy and I was loving every sweaty second.
I was aware of him reaching out for the KY and squeezing some into his hand - he reached between our bodies and I could feel him rub it over his cock before putting a final blob onto my hole and working it in with his fingers, whimpering with pleasure I rotated my hips to give him maximum access.
He put his hands on my shoulders and I felt his cock press against my virgin hole. Slowly he built the pressure as he whispered into my ear.
"breath, nice deep breaths."
"relax"
As the pressure increased I began to feel the sting of my hole stretching I moaned and whimpered and tried to pull away but he held me in tight.
"You're going to take it. Just relax. Breath."
after what felt like three weeks of stretching stinging pain his cock suddenly burst past my tight sphincter muscle, I felt a pop as if a small explosion had gone off in my stomach, I cried out loudly into the pillow as he exhaled into my ear.
"Take it, take it, it's almost there."
He held me tight as he continued to press his cock into me, I tried to wriggle away but he was too strong. I felt like I was going to split in half, this was nothing like my fingers, the pens or even the broom handle.
"You can take it."
he pressed relentlessly until he was fully inside me his hips ground fully and completely against my cheeks. He lay there still, letting my body become accustomed to having him inside me.
He held me, kissing my neck as the pain started to subside and my breathing regained a semi-normal pace. I began to realise I was enjoying the feeling of pleasure-pain and my whimpers changed to satisfied moans.
Slowly and rythmically he began to take long slow thrusts, gaining speed and power as I loosened up.
He clamped a hand over my mouth to muffle my groans as he gave repeatedly gave me the full length of his hard cock.
I came. all up my stomach and over his sheets, again mortified at my lack of sexual prowess I repeated the word sorry (as much as I could talk between the groans)
He just continued to screw me, slow and deep, covering my mouth with one hand, the other wrappped around my shoulders from behind.
I felt his breaths start to quicken, he picked up the pace and intensity of his thrusts which made me groan hard as he began to slam into me, it felt like the tip of his cock was going to burst through my stomach at any moment.
A few deep, hard, purposeful thrusts later and I felt him squeeze me close as he shuddered and came inside me, he held me there, balls deep in my virgin ass as he recovered from his orgasm. He withdrew from my hole.
"Don't move"
He straddled me again and I felt him spread my cheeks, I looked over my shoulder to see him admiring my freshly fucked, deflowered hole, I felt him rub a finger around the outside before slowly plunging it inside me. He kept it there for a second before slowly taking it out. He lay beside me as my hole throbbed, I could feel the cold wet mixture of cum and lube as the fresh air danced over my puckered (I assume) entrance.
He kissed me strong and deep, his cock lay sideways as it softened. I enjoyed the sight of it slowly deflating, shiny with cum and lube.
He asked me to wait while he had a shower, I lay there taking in the experience, trying to make sense of what had happened? Was it real? Had my schoolmates dad really just been on top of me pounding away?
It was. The guy I had been lusting over, maybe 30 years my senior had just taken my virginity and I was... Euphoric... Euphoric and, well sore if I'm totally honest.
Mr Martin came out of the shower and suggested that I have a shower while he changed the sheets on his bed.
I did just that and came out to find him fully clothed. He went and got my clothes from the pool and I put them on.
We had a discussion about how I felt (Fucking amazing was the answer) before I headed home again on my bike.
I had three more months of the summer holidays to go before I left for college and Mr Martin taught me a good few lessons during that time...
