(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