DIRT IN THE DUNES
I went to a pretty rough school in Sydney but did OK academically. I was pretty outdoorsy and sporty, spending loads of time at the beach, so I grew up with a lean, almost skinny frame, with little fat and defined abs. My hair was medium length and bleached blond by my surfie lifestyle. My pubes came in at around 12, a thick dark blond bush, with my cock quickly maturing to a fat 6.5" cut chubbie. Armpits, ass, legs and arms got their hair a little while later as I was 13 going on 14, and I started needing to shave once or twice a week from about 15.
My dad kept himself fit with a home gym in our large double garage. A half rack with a pullup bar and dip handles, an Olympic barbell and plates, plus a bench and assorted dumbbells did the trick. I started a pushup regime myself when I was about 14 and started to get self-conscious about my bony chest; Dad noticed and encouraged me to balance them out with pull-ups. He would spot me at first, but after a few weeks I could manage a set of 10 unaided and then I was off and running. When I was 15 he introduced me to the core lifts: squats, bench press, bent-over row, overhead press and deadlifts. Starting with an unloaded 20kg bar, I started to do weights 3 times a week alongside school sport. By the time I was 17 I was lifting heavy, nicely built, and a light dusting of chest hair had started to sprout to complement my treasure trail.
I was having sex with girls my own age from the age of 16. It was all typical vanilla teenage sex to be honest.
When I was 16-17 an older lad (he was 18-19 and at uni) helped me catch up with any schoolwork I was struggling with - he was the son of some of my parents friends and my dad paid him $10 an hour to tutor me once a week for a few months. He had some straight porn magazines and after we'd browsed them for a while we eventually got to wanking and then wanking each other. I would have loved to have sucked my tutor but he never made a move for that and I was too chicken. I'm pretty sure he was mostly straight. Not long after he and I started our occasional mutual masturbation sessions, I lost both my guy-on-guy sucking and fucking virginity in one go.
My family used to rent a beach house for summer holidays and we'd been using it since I was a kid. There was a huge expanse of scrub and dunes behind it which I'd explore by myself. When I was 14 I discovered a secluded half-hidden spot where there was an old mattress with some straight porn mags hidden under the bushes, littered with used condoms. Obviously winter rain hadn't been kind to them but the hot summers totally dried them out. The local kids must have been using it as a wank spot forever, so I started using it too. I noticed every year there would be different mags and occasionally an old blanket or tarpaulin chucked over the mattress. I only once saw another person while I was there.
I was 17. I'd climbed through the dunes barefoot and shirtless just wearing board shorts. I was on my knees on the mattress, front of the shorts open, cock out, wanking to pictures of naked women with their cunts out, when I heard movement behind me. There was a guy clambering down the dunes. He was quite a bit older than me by the look of it, maybe early 30's. He was a workie, dressed in short-legged work shorts, work boots, a tight dark-blue Bonds singlet and a cap. He was pretty solidly built with a bit of a beer belly, fairly hairy and with a week's worth of beard. I lost my hardon instantly and my cock shrivelled, I was so panicked, but he just came up to the mattress, unzipped his shorts and fished a fat 7" hard, cut cock out of his undies like he did this here regularly - I assume he did. I just looked up at him like an idiot as he waited, waving his dick, then he took charge and put his hand on the back of my head and gently but firmly pulled it to his musky cock. It was my first time but I had an idea what to do, so I did my best to take it in and started sucking. I gagged a few times when I got ahead of myself but overall I think it got into it pretty fast. He was certainly making appreciative noises and starting to move his hips to meet my mouth, and my cock was soon hard again as I wanked it.
After a few minutes he pulled a condom out of his pocket, ripped the foil with his teeth, pulled back from my mouth and started to roll it down over his wet tool. I knew straight away what he intended to do and again I got a bit scared, this was out of my control. He knelt down on the mattress, grabbed my shoulders and firmly guided me onto all fours with my butt facing him. He pulled the back of my boardies down, gripped my hard cheeks and spread them before rubbing his fingers over my slightly hairy, sweaty virgin pussy. I made a sort of whimpering sound and I felt him spit onto my crack and hole before slowly easing a finger into it. I often fingered my asshole when masturbating so this wasn't totally alien to me and it didn't feel bad. I looked over my shoulder as he dribbled some spit into his palm and started to smear it over his sheathed cock before adding a couple more wads of spit to my hole, then he put the fat head against it and started to push it in. I pushed my face into the scummy old mattress and winced at the sharp pain as he popped past my ring, then the overwhelming feeling of fullness as he worked his shaft up into my guts. I remember saying "shit, I don't think I can take it", and he muttered "you already are mate". He paused for about 10 seconds then began to slowly fuck. I was surprised how quickly it started to feel good and as he picked up the pace I realised my cock was hard and slapping against my abs. I started wanking and in a few strokes shot all over the mattress. He didn't last much longer, filling his condom with a few hard thrusts and a grunt. He pulled out, stood up, peeled off the condom and chucked it in the bushes before zipping back up. He grinned, said thanks and headed back the way he came.
I never saw him or anyone else there again.