Hi, my name is Paul, and my story starts when I was 19.
I had led a sheltered upbringing, the youngest of three siblings, the only boy. My parents were middle class professionals and we lived in the suburbs of a large city in the UK. Whilst they disapproved of my being gay, they sort of accepted it, as long as I didn't flaunt it or bring any boys home. I was an apprentice bricklayer, so my job kept me fit. I had known I had gay leanings from an early age, finding some of the boys my older sisters brought home very attractive.
With not much money, I could only go to the gay bars, which were quite expensive once or twice a month, but it was in one of them that I would lose my virginity, in sordid circumstances. I had been chatted up by an older man, probably mid 30s, but that seemed old to me at the time. After plying me with drinks, he followed me to the toilets, standing uncomfortably close to me at the urinal, not even peeing. Without being asked, he took hold of my penis while I was in mid flow, and he turned towards me, and I saw he had an erection, the first time I had seen one on another man. When I had finished my piss, he told me to go into a cubicle. He followed and locked the door, and kissed me roughly. He then pushed me down to my knees, making my jeans wet, as there was water (probably piss) all over the floor. He grabbed my head and forced his dick into my mouth, which at the time I found repulsive, and it made me gag. The first, but not the last cock I sucked. With his cock ramrod straight, he pulled me up and told me to brace myself over the cistern, and he pulled my jeans and boxers down in one movement. I guess I knew what was coming, and tried to relax. Wet fingers forced there way inside me, followed by his cock. Looking back, it wasn't far short of rape, but I didn't resist. He inched his fat dick all the way in, it fucking hurt, and I had a few tears, but I wasn't about to show it. Amazingly, once my ass became used to having him inside me, I sprang a boner. He began to bang me, "Wank yourself", he said coarsely, so I did. I must have been tight as it didn't take him very long to cum. He tidied himself up, slapped my bum and left, leaving me to finish tossing. With soaking wet jeans, and a sore ass, I went home.
Over the coming days, I ran the assault through my brain time and time again, usually ending with me masturbating. Sordid and horrible it may have been, but I knew I wanted more. The next time I went to the gay quarter, I chose a nicer bar, and wore trousers and a smart shirt. The bar was even more expensive, so I didn't plan on drinking very much. It was a younger crowd, with loud synth music blasting out. To talk to anyone you had to shout in their ear. I sat at a table, watching the young twinks, like myself, but with more confidence, on the dancefloor, some with their tops off. Another guy who was on his own, asked if he could join me, so I motioned for him to take a seat. Even in the dingy light, he looked stunning, short, blond hair and bright blue eyes that smiled. In the gap at the top of his shirt was tuft of curly hair. I had none. Shouting and gesticulating, I found out that his name was Ed. He bought me a beer, leaning over to kiss me as he put on the table, and I smelt his aftershave. I was smitten. Our fingers touch, we held hands and kissed again. A proper kiss which made my cock jump. It was getting too hot in the bar, so we went a out into a little court yard, where a few guys were smoking. We held one another by the waist and snogged for what seemed like an eternity. Right then I was the luckiest man alive, even though we could do nothing more than kiss and rub each other through our clothes. I thought I would cum in my pants. Outside, we could talk normally. Ed said he'd been watching me from the time I first walked in, and fancied the pants off me. I told him he was one of the best looking guys I'd ever seen. "Look Paul, I still live with mum and dad, but they are happy for me to bring friends home, saying they like to know who I'm hanging out with. If you like, we can meet at my local pub next week, and maybe take you home." It sounded wonderful, and a million miles away from my first encounter. We went back inside, had another beer, and left, having swapped numbers and agreed to meet the following Saturday.
By the time I was home, he had already sent me a text, saying what a brilliant evening it had been, and couldn't wait to see me again. I replied with a picture of myself, so he could show his parents. I googled where the pub was as I didn't want to get lost. It was in the smarter side of town.
That Saturday, I had a long, soaky bath, chose Armani underwear and wore slacks and a hoodie, and chose CK aftershave. The pub was busy with drinkers and diners, so it took me a few minutes to find him. Not seeming to care, he kissed me full on the lips, and we went to the bar. Settled in a corner, I was tongue tied, but Ed was completely relaxed, telling me about his work in an accounts office, his home life, and growing up gay in a loving environment. I felt slightly jealous. The time flew by, and soon it was closing time, and we walked the short distance to his house, a four bedroom detached property that must have been worth a bomb. Mum and dad were still up, and I was introduced to them as Ed's boyfriend, which surprised me. We went upstairs, me not knowing what Ed had planned. In his room he we kissed and he said, "At last, we're alone", and we kissed again. He took my top off, kissed my neck and nipples, I reciprocated, and ran a hand through the mat of curly hair. Belts were unbuckled and trousers dropped to our knees. My dick was at half mast in anticipation. He sat on the bed and peeled my boxers down. Memories of being fucked in the pub faded away, as he cupped my balls and licked the shaft. We changed round. He was wearing a Bike jockstrap, I'd never seen one before and made a mental note to buy one. I put my thumbs in the waistband and lowered them. 7" of fat penis looked at me, so I swallowed what I could and blew him, not realising how worked up he was. My mouth was filled with his warm juices, spilling out down my chin. On the bed, he gave me a blow job and swallowed my cum. He wanted me to stay the night, but I felt the romance was going a little quick, so with a final kiss, I caught the bus home, texting him on the way, saying that I think I'm falling in love.
