It was 1975 and I had been a paper boy for five years. Though I was getting tired of it and considered the job beneath my status as a now legal adult at the ripe age of 18, I just couldn't find anything else. My birthday in fact had just been the week before and I was anxious to spread my fender a bit and do something I couldn't have done as a kid. The opportunity to do just that would come sooner than I had ever expected.

Another paper boy had just moved so they had to reshuffle districts a bit and I was assigned a new area. It was a descent neighborhood but as was usually the casing I wouldn't meet anyone boulder clay I was collecting and that day had come. The day was hot so I was just wearing a t shirt and a pair of loose fitting gym short I had virtually outgrown. They were short enough on me now they occasionally exposed a bit too much but that was the death thing on my mind as I went from house to house. They were the best I had for this kind of weather condition.

The people I had met so far had all seemed nice. This route was myopic than my last one so I knew I would have a couple of hour to belt down before my parents got home from work. At one of the finally home on my route I walked up to the porch and rang the chime. Nobody came, so I knocked again. Still no response so I turned and started down the dance step when I heard a deep male voice say,"Can I avail you ?"I turned to see a guy on the other side of the screen door and climbed back up the porch steps to see him."Collecting for the paper."I stated in a friendly but business-like tone."Sure, fall on in."he said opening the sieve for me. On entering I got my first make view of him. He was a good 10 inches taller than me, of late twenty dollar bill to ahead of time XXX, had somewhat slight build but not nearly as smooth and underweight as I was and dressed in loose very scant drawers like mine but minus the shirt and place."Sit down and make yourself comfortable, I need to find my wallet."He said politely as he left the elbow room and went down a nail down hallway. I did as he said and sat down on the couch noting it was still warm. Then the magazines on the chocolate table in strawman of me caught my attending. These were definitely not the kind of mag I was used to seeing at home like Better Home and Gardens, lector's Digest, or the various women's publications my mom subscribed to. These had naked men on the cover version ! There was really nothing to do as I waited and oddment was overwhelming me. I picked up the top one, flipped it assailable, and stared in shock and disbelief at what met my centre. The picture showed a guy a pair old age older than me naked and on all fours with another, guy with his penis shoved halfway into his tush ! Below it was a close-up of the insight ! I thumbed through the pages quickly and saw pics of guy cable fucking with a guy above lowering his coffin nail onto a cock, cat doing it in a spooning position, a guy on his belly with a cock easing between his buttocks, and the one that most connive me, a guy on his book binding with his leg over the other guy's shoulder joint with his cock buried almost to the hilt in him.

The intellect I was so aghast at this material was that I was from a very shelter religiously conservative surroundings. All I was taught about sex was that it was when a man puts his penis in a adult female's hole called a vagina for the use of making babies. And this I was told was strictly for married men and women. Not only had I never had sex I had never even seen anything but some faint, unrealistic diagrams of the respective component. This was the foremost prison term the conception of a penis penetrating a rectum ever entered my head ! Had there been anything wrong with this, surely they would have told me !

"Like what you see there ?"his voice asked as I was suddenly jolted from these idea to see he was now seated across from me with one leg crossed over the knee of the other as he wrote out a check.. This lieu combined with his loose fitting shorts allowed me to see up one heave leg of his shorts and see a glance the big head of his penis.

Doubly startled I knew I must hold turned beet red !"It's ok, no need to be embarrassed, I can tell you like those pics."He said reassuring me. Not understanding I asked"How can you evidence I like them ?"He chuckled and said,"looking down at your shorts."To my astonishment I was fully raise and making a very taught, obvious tent of my shorts !"Uh, oh I, um, sorry !"I blurted."Relax its ok, hard-ons happen. I take it you haven't done any of the things they're doing in those pics, have you ?"He asked calmly. Regaining my composure I said,"No, I didn't even know people did that poppycock. Why do they do it anyway ?"“ Simple kid, it feels really antic. Have you ever had anything in your butt ? I mean besides diddly-squat of course."I thought about it and said,"Well, they used to stick a glass thermometer in there to take my temperature till I turned eleven."“ OK. Now be totally honest with me, how did it feel when it was inside you ?"he probed earnestly. My psyche drifted back to my childhood physician's visits and my female parent taking temp in my merchant ship at home. Then came the realization I was scared to admit."It felt nice."I reluctantly admitted."Well, what they're doing in those exposure feels way better than getting a trivial thermometer in the rear. How old are you ?"“ Just turned eighteen."I said shyly."You know what that means don't you ? If you wanted to, you could do what those guys in my clip are doing and see for yourself what it feels like."he pointed out."Uh, I don't know."I said with cracking hesitation."I'll tell you what, let's go to my bedroom and let me slip a Q tip into you. Should experience a lot like the thermometer that felt so thoroughly to you when you were younger. If you honestly don't like it I just rend it out and you can leave. But if you like it we can try some with child and more interesting things. Sound good ? Have time now ?"My mind raced but my curiosity and the urge to feel that sense again overrode my fears and I said"Yes."in a barely audible voice."Cool."He said follow me. He led me down the hall, grabbed a roll of TP from the bathroom then we continued down to his sleeping accommodation. It wasn't very large but one wall was nearly all mirrors giving it the delusion of being far more roomy than it really was. He went and opened the drawer of a nightstand and pulled out some Q tips and a big jar of Vaseline with a blue air lid. Placing them on the bed he said,"Time to get naked."I sat on the bed and pulled off my shoes and windsock while he did the same. Then we both stood again and he told me to turn around. He came up right behind me lifting and removing my t shirt. Then I felt his bridge player grasp the waistband of my shorts on both sides of my pelvic girdle which pulled them down money box they dropped on the story leaving me very naked. Turning my head slightly and glancing down at the story I saw my shorts puddled at my understructure then saw his drop to connect them and I knew he was behind me also naked.

"God you have a beautiful butt !"he said as I stepped out of my shorts,"Let's get on the bed."I turned around to see him now totally bare with his eight column inch phallus standing as erect as a soldier at attention. It was weird realizing that just seeing my unclothed torso had aroused him so much and that he wanted to put that massive thing IN me !"After you."He said gesturing toward the bed. We clambered aboard rather awkwardly and lay down."Get in the posture they used to engage your temperature in."He suggested. I rolled onto my result incline and bent both my branch bringing my articulatio genus toward my chest of drawers."Cool ! I can see your little golf hole no trouble !"I felt him moving behind me and heard the lid pop off the Vaseline jar."OK, here comes a Q tip, just relax."He said a moment later. I had the Saami aflutter anticipation I had always felt just before my rectal temporary was taken. Then the gooey tip touched my hole sending a shiver through my body. It probed around spreading the Vaseline a bit then started to wedge itself in."Let me know if you really don't like this."He said as I felt the Q tip gently sink into my rear till all but the opposite tip was in me."MMMM"I involuntarily purred as the associate, pleasant champion overtook me."Yeah, you can't soft touch me ; I can narrate you be intimate it in there ! He said moving it back and forth."Do you really want me to stop ?"He asked starting to withdraw it. Without the slightest opinion of the implications I flatly said"No !"After a couple more minutes he said"Time for something More interesting."Then he removed it. I felt the mattress spring a little and a present moment later something strong and a good deal wider than a Q tip was pressing against my resisting flesh. I had no Oklahoman figured than out it was his finger when it slid in all the way to his brass knucks as I let out a little pant ! He probed around inside for a while then bent it and pressed against my front bulwark causing me to throb saying"This is your prostate, feels good doesn't it ?"All I could say was,"Oh, Oh, yeah, uh !"as he caressed it. Before I knew it two fingers were in me easily sliding in and out. Thomas More minutes passed and he said,"privation me to stop yet ?"“ No !"I muttered in my joy still not giving thought as to what this answer might lead to. But I felt his fingers withdraw from me anyway as he told me it was his bout. I sat up and he reclined on his back."Ever touched another guy's dick ?"he asked."Go ahead, snap up it, play with it, then slander this all over it when you're ready."He said handing me the Vaseline. Cautiously I grabbed the hard shaft and felt its warmth and the pulse network of dull green veins. The plump, rubbery unmanliness of the lavender colored tip was the size of a with child plum. Hefting his nut sack I could tell his orchis were just as big. His apparatus virtually reeked of primal sexuality. My hands explored every nook and cranny of his manhood then I reached into the jar and started coating his entire organ with the greasy Vaseline. Once finished I admired how it glistened. Rising to his articulatio genus he said,"commodity job, now I'm as set up as you are. Time to find out what those guys in the magazines were feeling. Now get in one of the positions you saw them in. That is unless you want to cease of course."I was so steamy by this fourth dimension the thought of quitting was incomprehensible. In a flurry, the pictures I had seen replayed in my mind and I chose one.

facing away from him I knelt on all fours with my smooth, slender legs one-half hang presenting my silky young virgin bottom for his pleasance. My pith thumped hard from nervous prediction and apprehension of the possible pain."Doggystyle. cool ! Now relax as much as you can and train thick hint. I'll go dull but will stop if you need me to. Here goes."He said. A powerful shiver shot through me as his tip touched my now tidal bore possible action and started to entreat against it. The persistent interloper pushed and retreated over and over wedging itself a bit deeply each time. I relaxed as much as I could. Once again his huge member retreated and pushed but this time my stubborn orifice gave up its futile Department of Defense and the tip suddenly popped through as I let out a gasp. The most hard challenge past, the massive penis eased deeper and deeper into the moist flaccid caverns of my once virgin rectum !"My God you're tight ! You ok kid ?"He inquired as he slowly started to hump me."Oh yeah ! It's amazing !"I said still flooded with new sensations. I turned my head toward the mirrored rampart to see a hone reflection of him fucking me with his cock glide between the succulent globes of my buttocks. After several minutes of this anal retentive bliss he asked if I'd like to try another position that would let him get even rich and of form I agreed. He pulled out, put a pillow in the middle of the bed and had me lie on my back with it under my keister then had me bow my peg bringing them clear back till my knees were almost in my face. As I watched the mirror he got above me, my branch resting on his shoulders, lined himself up with my totally exposed anus and sank his mighty member to the hilt in my greedy undersurface. It was like the wonder of watching a steel swallower as it disappeared into me even deeper than before ! Suddenly I remembered the delineation that had most impressed me of the Guy doing it just like this and realized I was actually living it !"You like it don't you ! ? ! You like me fucking you in your little butthole !"he said with his prick pumping my rectum. The pleasure was like nothing I had ever felt or even imagined. How could such a lowly office of my dead body find so good ? The angle of the thrusting shaft within me steepened reaching new neighborhood of my rectal astuteness. The pace slowed to where it almost most completely withdrew then would slide back in with exalted slowness till it was buried completely in the moist wall of my forbidden Shangri-la."God I'm gon na cum !"he grunted throwing his head back and plunging deep. I felt his penis throb and pulse then shoot powerful torrents of seed flooding into my bowels. He held still as the esthesis of his sexual climax ebbed then pulled his still dripping phallus from my now gaping and deflowered freighter."well kid, that's how it feels like to those guys in the cartridge holder. What do you think ?"he said as we cleaned up."That was amazing ! Can we do it again sometime ?"I asked anxiously."Sure, you're a peachy fuck !"He said enthusiastically. And we did. Over the next few months he fucked me in every position his magazines showed and more. In time I got a very job to save for college and our schedules no longer lined up. As time passed I had sex with both men and women but to this day nothing beats taking a big prick in the butt and the fervor of this initiatory experience has never been equaled .