GETTING STARTED

This little fictional story is about a boy losing his virginity. If that's not for you, please find something else to read, and if for some reason or other, you're not supposed to read stories about boys losing their virginity, you should turn the page now.

 

That's a bit of a misnomer really because I was going long before I got started. I'd been having cock fun with other boys since I was just about eleven, but that was all and only cock fun. We wanked and sometimes sucked each other, and I suppose, to be fair, my first mouthful was boy spunk, but that wasn't till just before my first time.

I suppose if there'd been more opportunity then my first time would have been with a boy, I did, after all, get my hands and sometimes my mouth on a decent number of boy cocks, but only very occasionally was there the chance to get naked to do it, and when there was that chance we were too inexperienced to take things very far.

It wasn't that we didn't know what to do, in theory at least; our sex education was mainly from porn so we knew our holes were where cock went when you did it properly, but none of the boys I did it with had ever gone that far, and none of us were daring enough to suggest we did anything more than the basics. Wanking and sucking was fine, normal and acceptable behaviour, but anything beyond that could give the impression that you were only interested in cock, and, of course, we all thought we knew that our real interests should be in tit and fanny.

I was fourteen my first time, and it wasn't long after Phil had given me my first mouthful. He was fourteen as well and we'd had several wanks and sucks before he shot in my mouth, before we had a chance to do it in bed, do it naked. Doing it naked was magic, even though it was still just hand and mouth stuff we dared to include some cuddles and do a bit of body exploring to add something extra to the fun. Phil suggested a sixty-nine, something I'd not done before, and that was great. I felt his legs and his bum while his cock was in my mouth and he did the same and we made things last as long as we could.

Phil asked me if I was daring enough to let him shoot in my mouth and that idea really excited me. It happened all the time in porn stories, so it must be okay to do it, and, of course, in those stories spunk was always swallowed so I guessed that if I let Phil spunk while I was sucking him then I'd have to swallow as that seemed to be the proper way to do it.

My heart was thumping like crazy when he got close and when he actually spunked I felt as though I'd spunked as well, though I hadn't. I loved it! I'd been daring and adventurous, I'd done something really sexy and dirty; a boy had spunked in my mouth, I'd swallowed it and I'd loved it! I'd never even yet kissed a boy, but I'd eaten a boy's spunk!

It was as though that mouthful of spunk turned something on in my brain, I wanted more spunk and I wanted to be even more adventurous, be more dirty and sexy and I started to think of ways I could do that.

My first idea was to dispense with underwear. I often went without anything under my shorts when I could, even daring to do that in school PE lessons and games sometimes; I done that for ages and got my cock seen to by other boys occasionally when one saw my cock flop out. It was all about cock still, my cock and other boys' cocks, but mine most of all. I wanted my cock seen to, wanted something more than just my own wanks. I knew what it felt like to wank, I did that at least four times most days anyway, I just wanted it done by someone else as well.

Not wearing anything under trousers or shorts was definitely dirty, but it wasn't enough, I needed something more, and that something more came from porn. Several of the boys in porn didn't have any hairs, though, of course, they were well old enough to have decent bushes, and the ones that didn't have hairs looked, I thought, way more sexy that the ones that did. So my pubes went, and, while I was at it, any hair that had started growing on my legs went as well.

That not only looked sexy, it felt amazing! Somehow I felt ten times more naked smooth that I had before I'd shaved and my cock felt magic when I wanked. No underwear and smooth, I was a really sexy boy now, I thought; bring on the cocks!

That was when I started getting friendly with Robert.

He was a first team player in the cricket club where I was a junior, and, naturally, I admired him because he was so good. I wanted to be as good as he was, to go in number three and score a hundred; he was definitely the best batsman in the club.

I went to nets on Tuesdays and Thursdays after school and he was always there and after a bit he seemed to notice me, say `hello' and smile and that made me feel a glow inside me, being recognised by my hero batsman.

Eventually, I suppose it must have been all of three weeks, he started actually talking and got me to pad up and bat in the nets and began to coach me. I suppose that was how he started to groom me, though all we ever talked about was cricket and batting. The idea that he might actually fancy my cock never occurred to me, and I never thought of him having it either. He was an adult and I still really believed that it was only boys who did cock stuff.

I know that's stupid because I'd seen loads and loads of porn with men doing everything with boys, but I never made the connection with the idea that there might be a man who'd want to do stuff with me, and I'd never thought of doing it with a man.

Robert was nice, I liked him. He sneaked me ciggies when there was no-one else around, and sometimes bought me things like chocolate and even the occasional packet of ciggies for myself.

Of course he was grooming me, though I didn't realise it at the time. I reckon that if I had realised it then he'd have had me far sooner than he did. If he'd said straight out, "Your cock available, Will?" I'd have answered on the spot, "Too fucking right it is!"

I really liked him now, and when he put his hands on my hips in the nets to correct my batting stance I wished he'd put his hands somewhere else and I began to wonder what it would be like to get done by a man. I'd certainly suck him and swallow, no doubt about that!

After nets one Thursday he asked me if I fancied going on the Club's tour of Devon in August as scorer and, if I did, I might get to even play in one of the games. My dad didn't seem to mind, and when Robert said that it would cost nothing as the guys going on tour would chip in to cover my hotel costs and stuff, dad was all for it. "Do the boy good," he said, "Help him grow up. Don't let him get too carried away, though, not too much beer."

Well, you can imagine! I was going on what amounted to a holiday, be allowed stuff like beer and Robert would be there all the time! I was so far over the moon I forgot all about cock for a bit.

To keep costs down all the guys had to share rooms and, guess what, I was down to share with Robert! I didn't know anything about sharing rooms until we got there, and at first I was chuffed to buggery that I'd be in with Robert, but when we dumped our stuff in the hotel room I realised I had a problem. A big problem!

The room had only one bed, a double bed!

"Couldn't ask any of the guys to share a bed," Robert said cheerfully, "Hope you don't mind too much."

It wasn't that I minded, it was that I was scared. I hadn't thought I'd have to share a room and I didn't have things like pyjamas packed because I never wore them, I always slept starkers, and, remember, I didn't wear underpants and I was shaved smooth! I was fucked!

I'd had a couple of beers with the guys after dinner and sneaked out, fairly obviously, with Robert for a smoke, but no-one seemed to mind and a couple of the others even came out as well. "Picked the right one, Rob," one guy said, "Been awful to have a non-smoker teetotal scorer," and everyone laughed. "No worries," he said, "We won't tell your dad."

It was fun, and I was enjoying myself, but I still had the problem of bed time to get round somehow. I couldn't go to bed early, they'd all think I was some sort of wimp, so I had to stay till everyone called it a night.

In the room I waited till Robert went into the bathroom, undressed quickly and got into the bed. I was naked, of course, but at least he hadn't seen I didn't wear pants and didn't have a single hair on me.

"I cleaned my teeth, so I hope I don't stink too much of beer," Robert said with a grin when he got ready for bed. He didn't turn the light off, just casually stripped down to his boxer briefs and climbed in beside me, turning the light off from the bedside switch.

"Don't mind," I muttered, trying to be brave, "I probably do as well."

I could feel his warmth close to me, we weren't in contact anywhere, but I could feel the warmth of his body and my cock responded, filling up and starting to ask for its usual nightly exercise.

"Hope I don't keep you awake," Robert said, "I'll try not to toss and turn too much. Oh, and if you do some tossing, that's not going to bother me."

That was the first remotely sexual thing he'd ever said to me and I blushed furiously in the darkness. Did he sense I had a hard on somehow?

I couldn't leave it alone, it was like a magnet drawing my hand to it and it needed to be wanked, but no way could I give it what it needed. `Oh shit!' I thought, `What if I spunk up in my sleep?' That could well happen, my cock was so hard it would only need a couple of strokes and it'd spurt.

"Rather like you, Will," Robert said suddenly, "Hope you don't mind."

"Course I don't mind," I croaked, and, wouldn't have said it if it hadn't been for the beers, "Like you quite a bit as well."

"Really? Not too pissed off about having to share with me, then?"

"No!" I wasn't pissed off, just scared. Not scared that something might happen, scared that if it did then he'd find out I was naked and smooth and already hard, and he'd think I was some dirty, filthy, sex mad kid and not like me anymore.

"Like you lots, Will," he said again, "Think you're a really nice kid."

That made it worse because he wouldn't think that when he saw the sort of kid I really was, the sort of kid who gets rid of all his hairs and sleeps naked.

He turned over onto his side so he was facing me, and somehow I knew he wanted to say something more. I suppose, like me, he would never have said what he wanted to say if it wasn't for the beers.

"Think I like you a bit too much, Will," he muttered, "Sorry about that."

"I don't mind," was all I could think of to say.

"Honestly?"

I didn't say anything, just sort of nodded and there was just about enough light for him to see that.

I felt his hand move; it didn't make contact but I knew it was just millimetres from my super-hard cock. I'd turned onto my side as well so we were face to face. I don't remember doing that, but we were.

"Can I?" he asked very softly.

If he'd been a boy I'd have grabbed his hand and shoved it onto my cock, but he was a man, not a boy, and that made everything very different.

"Will you still like me if I say `yes'?" I know it sounds silly, but at the time it was hugely important. I'd have cheerfully let any boy wank me and thought nothing of it, but letting a man feel me was so different. I had to know he'd still like me in the morning, like me as me, not as a kid he could wank.

"Still like you too much if you say `no'," he whispered.

"Yes," I said.

No way can I explain what it felt like when his hand moved those remaining few millimetres. It was so much more than any boy's hand had ever been. He held my throbbing hardness and then his thumb moved and I knew he was trying to find the pubes I didn't have.

"Fuck!" he sighed, "That is so magic!"

I was stunned! I hadn't been with a boy since I shaved, I'd been too afraid of being made fun of, though I had no intention of letting them grow back again – I really liked being smooth, and I'd been dead scared of Robert finding me hairless and thinking I was nasty, but he seemed to love it, me being smooth there.

He had a good feel around, and it felt wonderful, feeling his fingers stroking my smooth skin where there should have been hair, and then, without saying a word, his head went down and he was kissing me there, his tongue licking all around and going to my balls as well. No-one had licked my balls before and it was amazing! Even more so when he started getting them in his mouth, that was unbelievable!

Then he was sucking me and there was no way I was going to last and I blasted a load into his mouth and he swallowed every drip and then he came up again and kissed me!

My first ever kiss! And I'd only just spunked! I couldn't get my mouth open fast enough! His tongue was in my mouth and mine was in his and I knew I was tasting my own spunk and that made things even better, so incredibly sexy.

It didn't matter that I'd only just spunked, I was fully hard again just from kissing and from having all his body pressed against mine. I could feel his cock against me even though he still had his boxer briefs on; it felt really big, but I'd only had boy cocks before so I had no idea how big men's ones were except in porn and they all seemed way too big to be real.

I didn't dare reach for it and feel it, honestly I didn't know if boys were supposed to when they went with a man, I really was that innocent and ignorant.

He solved part of that problem for me by tugging his boxers down a bit so his cock was out and I could feel it for real against me and I know I just sighed when I felt it against my skin.

"You okay?" he asked when I sighed and I sort of muttered that I wanted to feel it and he wriggled his boxers right off and that made me so horny I just had to feel it, so I did even though he hadn't told me I could.

Incredible! It was hard and huge but didn't seem to be as hard as the boys' cocks I was used to; hard, but not solid like a boy cock is. It filled my hand, I could only just make my finger tip touch my thumb when I gripped it; how the fuck was I going to get it in my mouth to suck it?

I wanted to suck it, I wanted it to spunk in my mouth, eat the spunk, be a really dirty boy and eat all his spunk. His balls seemed big when I had a feel of them, there must be pints of spunk in them, I thought, and, being dirty, hoped there really was pints of spunk for me to eat.

He was kissing me again and I was in heaven; I was having sex with a man, not playing around with a boy, but getting had by a man!

He went down again and sucked me again and I wriggled and twisted around so I could suck him as well, I wanted his cock in my mouth so much, wanted him to spunk in my mouth.

"Tell you when I'm close," he said, "So you can get your mouth out of the way," and, without getting his cock out of my mouth, I shook my head, and mumbled "Want spunk."

I could only get about half of it in, so I concentrated on the head, easing his skin up and down with my lips and flicking my tongue round it; dead easy to do with a boy, more difficult when the cock you're sucking is practically filling up your whole mouth!

His tasted stronger than any boy spunk I'd eaten and he shot loads as well, almost too much to swallow it spurted out so big, but I managed, didn't waste a single drop!

We just cuddled for a bit after that and he suggested we needed a smoke. The room had a little balcony and wasn't overlooked, just fields in front of us and nothing either side.

"It's the honeymoon suite," Robert sniggered to me, "That's why it's all private."

"You going to marry me?" I giggled, "We should be married if we're in the honeymoon suite." I said it as a joke, of course, but he was dead serious when he answered.

"No, but I'd love it if you were my boyfriend," he said softly.

"For real?" My heart was going mad, he must have been able to hear the thumps as the night was so quiet.

"For real," he said.

I got well silly then and said if he was going to propose to me he had to do it properly and go down on his knees and he did! Of course, that got his mouth close to my cock and as I was naked there was only one way he could propose to me properly, so he sucked me off again there, on the balcony in the open and I moaned with happiness and gave him a second mouthful.

It was warm and we stayed out there naked for quite some time, smoking and talking quietly.

I'd lost my shyness by then, after all, he'd eaten my spunk and I'd eaten his and he liked it that I was shaved and he liked me, so there was no need to be shy and scared anymore.

"You plan all this?" I asked, meaning all of it, getting me to come on the tour as a scorer, getting me to share a room with him, a room with just a double bed, the honeymoon suite.

He had, and said he had, said he wanted to be with me, and he was honest and said he'd planned and hoped to get a feel of my cock while I was asleep. He said he knew that was wrong of him and he shouldn't have done it, but he'd never tried to get me to like him so he could get at my cock, he really did like me lots.

Of course, even though I was innocent and ignorant, I knew enough about stuff to know that what he said was the sort of thing a man would say to a boy when he was grooming him, but I had the feeling he'd never set out to groom me for sex, never even really expected to get cock off me, just hoped he might sneak a feel while I was asleep. I had to ask him, though.

"You been grooming me all the time?"

"No," he said. "You sort of grew on me. You were just another kid at first, in the nets and stuff, but I found I was getting to like you, like you more and more. I had the silly idea of asking you to come as scorer so I could have time with you. I suppose," he said quietly, "People would call it grooming, but I never saw you as a boy I could seduce. I just fucking like you loads."

I believed him. If he'd been trying to groom me he'd have talked some sort of sex stuff with me before he tried to get at me, find out if I was up for giving or not, and he'd never uttered one single word about sex ever at all.

"Be your boyfriend if you really want me to," I said, and I knew he knew I meant more than boyfriend in a bedroom way.

He gave me a huge cuddle and we went back to bed, but we talked lots more before we did anything again.

I told him I'd only ever done stuff with boys before, just wanking and sucking, and I'd shaved because it seemed sexy and felt great. Same with pants, that I didn't wear any because I liked the way it felt not having any on. He laughed kindly when I said how scared I'd been earlier, about him seeing me shaved and seeing I didn't wear undies, and he gave me nice little kisses on my forehead and nose.

He told me I was never to let him do anything I didn't want and I said I knew he would want to fuck me and I was a bit scared of that because all the stories I'd read said that it hurt lots, being fucked the first time. He was honest and admitted he'd fucked boys before, but if I wanted my bum left alone, left alone it would be.

I didn't mind that I wasn't his first ever boy, I didn't expect to be, but I did want to be his only boy for as long as he wanted me as his boyfriend. Selfish probably, but I needed to feel special if I was going to let him fuck me.

He didn't fuck me that first night, though I did give him several more mouthfuls, I think it was seven altogether, though that included the wake up one as well.

He took me shopping in the morning to get me stuff to wear when I was batting. "No way," he said, "Am I going to risk any damage to those lovely balls," and he bought me a pair of Speedos and a proper batting box, one that tied round the waist with padded edges. He bought me a bat as well, I needed my own bat, he said, and he chose one for me that cost way, way more than anything I'd have dared to ask my parents for.

"Going to score a ton today," he told me, "Just for you. Make sure you don't miss a single run," he joked, his way of saying I had to concentrate on my duties as scorer.

He got a hundred and thirty two not out and I was so happy and proud because I knew he was thinking of me with every run he scored.

It was agony having to wait till bed time before I could show his cock how much I appreciated him scoring all those runs for me. I had my permitted quota of beer, a bit more this time because Robert had to buy two jugs because he'd scored a ton; one jug for fifty, two for a ton was the rule. The hotel people didn't seem the least bit bothered that I was drinking beer, though it was dead obvious I was nowhere near eighteen; apparently they were used to cricket teams on tour and as long as I didn't get silly, they turned a blind eye to me having the odd beer or two.

To be honest, I would have liked some more, it seemed to taste better than the night before, but Robert wouldn't let me; I suppose he didn't want me drunk and useless when it came to bed time. Well, I certainly wasn't going to be drunk, and no way did I intend to be useless either.

"Gonna go up and have a bath," I muttered in Robert's ear at about half past eleven – the bar shut at twelve, so I had a good half hour at least to do what needed doing. I had a good, long soak, shaved everywhere though I didn't need to, hair don't grow that fast down there or on your legs when you're fourteen, but not only did I want to be perfectly smooth, I knew that my skin was so much more sensitive just after a shave and I wanted to get the most out of whatever it was that Robert did to me in bed.

I gave my bum a real good wash as well, washed my crack with a soapy sponge three times and even poked a soapy finger around my hole, which felt well weird. In porn, men licked all around a boy's hole, even poked their tongues up inside it, and if that was something Robert wanted to do then he'd find a nice, clean arse to do it to.

I stayed in the bathroom till Robert came up, just to make sure he was on his own, and when I was sure of that I came out and stood naked for him to look at. He had a really good look with a neat little smile on his face, and I well liked him looking, knowing he liked what he was seeing.

"You're gorgeous," he smiled, and joked, "Wish you were mine."

"Am," I grinned, "Every bit of me."

He went to his bag and fished out half a bottle of gin and a big bottle of tonic water. "Don't know if you've got round to this yet," he smiled, "But if you haven't, now seems a good time to start."

We had a couple out on the little balcony, and a couple of smokes as well, then Robert put his arm round my waist and took me in for bed. We cuddled and did some gentle kissing and feeling and I told him that my bum was not off limits anymore.

"Don't have to," he whispered in my ear, giving it a nibble.

"Know I don't, but I'm your boyfriend and a real boyfriend can't keep his bum off limits, can he. And anyway," I said and meant it, "You got a hundred just for me today, so I got to say thanks, haven't I."

I suppose it was the beer and the gin that got me relaxed enough in my head to say things like that; I was fourteen and it don't take a lot of alcohol to have an effect on a fourteen year old, but there was more to it than that. The night before I'd been scared and shy; I knew I wanted stuff to happen but at the same time I was scared that it would, scared that Robert wouldn't like me because I was shaved and didn't wear undies, and then, when things did happen, I went for it without any restraint, my only thoughts were cock thoughts.

This time I felt different. Some of that was because Robert had already had a really good go at my body, so I knew he liked it; some because he had bought me things – he never had to do that and he didn't do it so he could get at my cock, cos that was available now anyway, he did it because he wanted to, he wanted to buy stuff for me. For me, that was what was important, not for my cock but for me.

Sure, I felt special, there was a man I sort of hero-worshipped who liked me lots, who bought me stuff and who wanted me in his bed. I was fourteen, randy as hell all day every day and I had someone who wanted to have sex with me. Of course I felt special. It was even more than that though; with Robert, sex wasn't wrong, wasn't forbidden. I could shave myself, show him my naked body, tell him he could have my bum if he wanted it and not feel the least bit of guilt about doing all that.

I knew what we were doing was supposed to be wrong, knew it wasn't legal, knew there'd be huge trouble if anyone found out, but I thought that it wasn't wrong, should be legal and what the fuck should it matter if people knew we were sleeping together? I suppose, in some sort of weird boy way, I'd grown up a bit. I felt free, I could do this stuff if I wanted.

I know I said a lot of that to Robert while he was cuddling me and stroking me. We were both hard but neither of us went for cock, cock wasn't important at the moment for either of us; what was important was feeling safe, secure and happy because our cocks were hard because we liked each other, not just liked each other's cocks.

When we started kissing it was really gentle, soft kisses at first until hormones kicked in and they became face-eating kisses and then cocks did get reached for and felt and held and adored.

When you're fourteen and you get a girlfriend you go for one you sort of like but essentially one you want to get your cock into, and if you don't get anything, or not enough, you move on. I didn't know if it's the same if you go for boys only; I'd had quite a few boy cocks but only for fun, nothing teenage serious, but I knew that Robert wasn't going with me because he wanted to get his cock in me, though he probably did want to do that as well. I know this sounds all messed up, confused, like, but that was how I felt. Robert could bum me if he wanted to and I'd let him because I knew that wasn't what he wanted. He wanted me.

My bum was part of me and he wanted all of me and I wanted him to have all of me. Sure, I was scared it was going to hurt, but that wasn't enough of a reason to keep my bum from him, so when he told me again that I didn't have to I just said I'd be really upset if he didn't do all he wanted to do with me because I thought I was his boyfriend.

I couldn't see what was supposed to be so special at first, he started squeezing my bum cheeks as though they were a girl's tits; it felt nice enough, but not anything special. Special came when he got me in position, pulled my bum cheeks apart and went in there with his mouth. That was special!

How can you describe what it feels like the first time you have a tongue licking at your hole? `Mindbending' gets nowhere near it! I'd no idea my arse was so sensitive! I mean, having the exposed tip of your cock licked is amazing, but nothing near as intense as having your hole licked! Shit! If this was only a starter to having cock in there, the sooner cock went in the better!

He had me on my back, my legs over his shoulders when he licked me, and it's a good job he had me like that because when his tongue went in, yes, actually went in, I was a helpless wreck.

I'd seen plenty of it in porn, but never had I even dreamed it could happen to me, and now I was on my back, my legs up, my hole open being tongued and I was moaning like an idiot. My cock was solid as a rock, my balls aching and that tongue in my hole was driving me wild with lust!

I felt the tongue go away and moaned in frustration, I wanted more! The more I got was to have my cock in his mouth and a finger going where his tongue had been. That felt weird, hurt just a bit when it pushed inside and then didn't hurt at all, or of it did I never noticed cos I was too full of the feelings it was giving me.

I know I gasped a bit when he got another finger in as well and groaned some when he started moving his fingers around inside me while he sucked me. That did something to me, I didn't have a clue what it was but his fingers up there were doing something that seemed to be filling my balls to bursting and no way could I hold back on shooting.

My cock seemed to explode, I've never shot so hard in my life before, nor shot so much. Burst after burst it shot out into his mouth until my balls were empty and I was shattered.

"What the fuck happened?" I gasped when Robert had eaten all my spunk and I had the energy to gasp. He told me about a tiny gland thing up inside my arse called a `prostate', it was sort of like my spunk factory and my balls were just spunk holders. His fingers had been brushing against that bit up my arse and put the factory into overdrive so I shot loads. "They never said nothing about that in Sex Ed classes," I said and Robert laughed out loud.

"Hardly gonna tell you that there's a bit up in your arse that makes you shoot and that it can really only be got at when there's a cock in you, are they?" he grinned at me.

"You mean that there's a bit up my hole that makes me spunk, and that it's just where cock can get at it when you're being fucked?"

"Got it," Robert grinned again.

"That means boys are designed to be fucked," I said, my brain getting to work, "It's sorta like the clit thing in a girl's fanny."

"Sort of boy clit," Robert grinned some more.

"So I'm supposed to get fucked, just like a girl's supposed to get fucked?"

"Could say that," Robert agreed, stroking my thigh, which felt rather nice.

"Wow!" I breathed, "So it's not gay and wicked and dirty, it's totally normal."

"Gets called `gay' now," Robert said, "But `gay's' a new thing, boys have been fucked since boys were invented."

I giggled at that, but it made me think as well. If men have always fucked boys, why should it be considered wrong now? That didn't make any sense. We were being told we mustn't do what boys have always done; just another example of adults mistreating kids, telling us crap. That prostate thing meant I was designed for fucking, getting fucked was my right and adults wanted to deny me yet another of my rights.

I stopped caring about how much it might hurt; no-one was going to deny me one of my basic rights!

He didn't fuck me that night, but he did tongue my hole lots more and suck me with his fingers up inside me, telling me that he needed to stretch my hole a bit so he didn't hurt me when he got his cock in me.

"Your hole is meant to be a way in as well as a way out," he said, "But it's had fourteen years of only being a way out, so your muscles have to learn how to open up as a way in as well as opening as a way out."

That made perfect sense to me; obviously, with that prostate thing where it was, I was meant to be fucked, but my hole had to be shown and taught how to open, so I was happy to let Robert teach it and enjoy my lessons.

The third night he did fuck me.

It did hurt!

His cock's big, not huge, I suppose, not like a porn cock, but thicker than even three of his fingers. It's one of those cocks that is thickest at the head while mine's more torpedo shaped, and tapers to a sort of point. He fingered me lots first and used loads of lube, but he still had to almost force it in, stretching my hole far more than it's ever been stretched before.

I wouldn't let him stop, even though it really hurt lots. I was convinced it was my right as a boy to have cock inside me and, because I was his boyfriend, it was his right to fuck me and nothing was going to deny us our rights.

Robert took it slowly, trying his best to make it as good for me as he could, but it still hurt. Strangely I found I could analyze the hurt, the pain was coming from just my hole, the cock inside me didn't hurt at all. It filled up my insides, no doubt about that, but having my innards filled with cock felt right, and the more I concentrated on that, the less the pain from my hole seemed to matter.

He got all of it in eventually, I knew it was all inside me because I could feel his pubes against my bum cheeks, and all I could think then was, `yeah, now I really am your boyfriend.'

He started to move it in me, very slowly and gently at first and I could feel every tiny bit of it moving inside me, and the more he kept slowly moving it, the more I forgot about the pain in my hole. Perhaps there was actually less pain because my hole had stretched a bit more, got used to the size of the cock that had pushed its way in, but, whatever, I stopped feeling the pain as much and felt more the wonder of having a cock moving around inside me.

I don't know, perhaps it was all in my mind, but knowing I had cock in me, knowing I was being used as a boy is intended by nature to be used, knowing I was being fucked by the man I doted on, sent waves of pleasure through me and all I wanted was to be a good fuck, good for Robert to fuck.

I know I started moaning, not with pain but with desire. "Fuck me," I moaned, "Fuck me properly," "Fuck me like you've fucked other boys."

He did, and by the time he shot inside me I was crying because I liked it so much.

I kept crying for quite a while afterwards while held me tight, and when he asked softly if I was crying because it hurt me too much, I sobbed, like the stupid, romantic, fourteen year old idiot that I was, that I was crying because I loved him and he'd fucked me and I was scared I hadn't been good enough for him to want to fuck me again, and I really, really wanted to be his boyfriend.

That was how I got started.

I'm sixteen now, just finished my exams and in a couple of weeks I'll be going on cricket tour for the third time and Robert can fuck me legally. I hope it's just as good for him now I'm legal.