Date: Sat, 25 Oct 2008 15:46:57 +1100
From: gazebo2 (at) fastmail (dot) fm
Subject: Dave's-Drapes by Uncle-Greg (Gay male beginnings) (Anal)

         (usual disclaimers apply)

My landlady's son was a few years my senior. He
must have been about 25 while I'd just
celebrated my 21st birthday.  These days they
call it 'gaydar' but back in 1966 I just knew
that Dave was queer like me.

Up until that time my experience had been
limited. In the fetid men's public toilets I'd
had my dick sucked but when the middle-aged man
with the hot, wet mouth stuck an inquiring
finger up my brown hole I pushed him away,
pulled up my trousers and left. Not that I had
anything against being bummed, just not by him.
I wanted my first time to be special.

Dave was not what you'd call good looking but
then neither was I. He did have a real manly
physique while I was still gangling and boyish.
Dave seemed to like that and treated me
affectionately, like a younger brother. Mrs
Nimmo was pleased 'her boys' got on so well
together.

One wet Saturday while my landlady was away at
the markets, Dave asked me to help him put the
drapes back up in his bedroom. His mother was
fanatical about cleaning and the drapes seemed
to be more often off the rods than on.

Dave and I soon had the drapes back in place. I
was up the ladder, about to come down when I
felt his big hand going up one leg of my shorts
and then he started fondling my bum.

"What are you doing?" I stammered.

"Giving you a hand", he replied. "Tell me if
you want me to stop".

I kept my mouth shut and that big hand
continued exploring my mounds.

"Nice", he murmured.

"Can I come down off the ladder"?, I squeaked.

Dave's answer was to use his strong arms to
lift me off the ladder and place me gently on
the floor. He looked at me with big brown eyes
and then his lips met mine. Our tongues
explored and he gently bit my lip.

"You sure you want this?" he asked,

I nodded shyly,

"Great! Let's get naked!"

We stripped and then he looked me over from top
to tail. My eyes were fixed on his big man's
dick which stuck out like a poker from its nest
of curly black hairs. Uncut, like mine.

"You ever taken it up the bum?" he enquired,
matter-of-factly.

"Not yet", I whispered. "But you can if you
want".

He reached under his bed and retrieved a jar of
petroleum jelly. He positioned me on his bed
and I felt his lubricated finger cautiously
penetrate my sphincter.

"Strewth! You're tight", he marvelled.

Then his finger touched my prostate and I was
in seventh heaven.

"I'm putting Big Ben in now", he said.

I chuckled at the name he had given his todger
but then had to bite my lip to stop from crying
out when Dave's big torpedo forced open my
secret place.

"The head's in", he said. "I'll give you a
chance to get used to it".

I was grateful to him. When the hurt of my
sorely-stretched sphincter started to ease a
little he slapped my bum-cheeks with his hands.

"You really have the most perfect little arse",
he whispered.

His fleshy invader was on the move again until
it finally bloated my entire rectum. It took a
bit longer for me to get used to the strange,
alien feeling of having Dave's manhood lodged deep inside me. Then he started to move, gently at first but then with hard, powerful thrusts.

I knelt on that bed, marvelling at being joined
to the big man in the most intimate, obscene
way possible. The carnal sensations meant it
did not take long for my own dick to stiffen.
When I eventually shot my load my sphincter
muscles squeezed hard around Dave's slick,
pistoning member. He groaned and coated the
walls of my rectum with his spunk.

The big man slowly withdrew and gave me a hug.
Sated, we lay on the bed. His man-seed sloshed
about inside me. He lit two cigarettes and
placed one between my lips. I had never felt
better in my life.

Practical Dave, thinking of the nosy neighbours
next door observed:

"Just as well we put the bloody drapes up
first" !!

From Uncle-Greg, gazebo2 (at) fastmail (dot) fm