My first boyfriend took my virginity not long after my 16th birthday. I am a bisexual man, and really enjoy sex with both men and women, but this realtionship with Malcolm- that was his name- was perhaps the most important in forming my sexuality.

 Malcolm had liberal parents who worked away a lot, so he often had the house to himself. I was a swotty boy at school and did well in my exams, whereas Malcolm just did what he liked- he was bright, but never bothered working.

 I took three things from that relationship; Malcolm's phenonmenal appetite for pron; through him, I discovered the likes of magazines and films such as Rodox, Teenage Schoolgirls, Sex Bizarre, and, most significantly, the gay magazines Homo Special and For Fun. This was before the 'net, so these things had to be ordered by post and turned up- assuming it wasn't a con- about a week later.

 The second thing I learned was how to suck a cock. Malcolm had a tremendous dick- nine inches, seemingly rock hard without much stimulation, and producing of the thickest wads of spunk I've tasted yet. i still get hard thinking of pulling furiously, my hand and wrist a blur, at that wonderful penis as Malcolm's back arched, he cried out and doused my face with a warm deluge of sperm.

 One day, however, Malcolm's dick was harder than usual and I knew it was time to let him fuck me. This was the third important thing about our relationship- the trust that built up in order to let him take that final step. He pulled his cock away from my swirling tongue as it slowly swirled round his straining, moist glans. "Can I fuck your arse? How about it?" he pleaded. I had always been scared of it being painful, but that problem was solved by my spreading my arse cheeks whilst Malcolm smeread my ring with some olive oil (!!) and let a couple of fingers stary up my resisting bum. i was nervous, but wanted it to happen.

 I'll never forget the odd mix of fear and anticipation as I went into the classic doggy position, face down on his duvet and spreading my buttocks as far apart as they would go. I could feel my man steady himself, and fumble and slip as he pulled back his swollen foreskin and pushed his big pruple glans insistently at my hole. The first few inches were *incredibly* painful, but Malcolm, unlike his day persona, was very careful and considerate. Straining, he slowly pushed his big shaft further, and further in as I groaned and grimaced. I beagn sweating, and so did he. i tfelt awkward. Then, all of a sudden, as he began to slide slowly up and down my well lubricated bum, i felt serene. Waves of alternate pain and discomfort, and deep pleasure, passed through me as Malcolm settled into a slow, steady rhythm. I felt very full of him and very happy, and the repeated slap of his hips on my spread cheeks seemed like they were happening to someone else.My own cock was rock hard but I tored desperately not to touch it for fear of cumming too early- it was that intense.

All of a sudden, it was over. We were both teenagers, and they don't as a rule last very long! Malcolm's rhythm had built inexorably and, sweat dripping onto my back, he began pumping furiously; I could feel his stomach muscles tense, the punding got harder and painful again, then the biggest cry I had heard yet, and a warm thick series of excited, deeply felt squirts of sperm filled me right up. I felt warm, a bit sore, but very happy. Having recovered, Malcolm let me wank urgently into his open mouth, about 30 seconds later!

Malcolm and I drifted apart: we never really broke up formally, but I haven;t heard from him in nearly twenty years. But, though that moment has passed, my enjoyment of good anal and big, generous cocks hasn;t dimmed with the passing of the years...

 ..it was to be a couple of years before I began seeing girls, but I'll wrote about those early experiences in my next blog, if people want to hear them.

xx