“I’m going to assume that you just said yes, then. I’ve watched straight porn with anal, I guess it’s just the same. Actually, we also need to get some gay porn! I’m not really sure about the small details, but we’ll figure it out? It’s bound to be awkward the first time, but I want you. I need you to do this.” I turn to the bedside table and grab a little bottle of lube from the drawer.

“I think we need to use some of this, on you and on me. I guess we need to start to loosen me up a bit, get me ready to take you. Then you can push yourself in to me, slowly. It’s just you and me and we’re both virgins, so I never even thought about protection. I didn’t get any condoms. Is that okay with you?”

“I never thought about any of that, but I know we can’t have any infections and if we’re doing this, I want to feel everything without a barrier. Yes, bare is fine.”

I don’t have any difficulty slipping the generously lubricated tip of my finger inside my hole. Actually, I’ve used my finger on occasion when masturbating and I know I like the feeling, even though my reach is limited and I’ve sometimes felt that my finger wasn’t long enough. Perhaps, if I was a bit braver, I’d have bought myself some toys. Mind you, there’s no sex shop on the Isle of Man and I’d be embarrassed to even look on the internet. Still, thinking about it as I work more lube into my arse, I do wonder what a big dildo would be like in there and how big I could manage. Probably not something to discuss with Paul right now though.

I work my finger in and out for a minute or so and can tell that it is getting easier as I go on. Soon I’m using two fingers and gaining in confidence.

Paul is watching me, clearly getting very turned on as he strokes himself to full hardness. He stares in fascination as I twist my fingers around, corkscrew fashion and my hole slowly relaxes.

“I think I’m ready. I want to be able to see your face while we do it.” I tell him to kneel down between my thighs, then I pull both knees up to my chest. “Put some lube on yourself and go slowly at first.”

He dribbles some liquid from the bottle onto himself. “It’s freezing!” he moans as he begins to spread it on to his shaft and glans. “Fuck, it feels really good though. So slippery!” Satisfied, he moves into position. As I feel the tip of his cock press to part my cheeks, I wrap my legs partly around him to get comfortable.

He needs to grab his cock to guide it and change the position of his knees a couple of times to find the right angle and I nod my head when I can feel him pressing against my waiting hole.

“Slowly” I whisper.

For a few moments, the pressure builds and my body resists the intrusion, but then the tip of his cock moves past the resistance of my sphincter and he ever-so-slowly pushes more of his length into me. Obviously, I’ve never felt anything like it and I let out an involuntary groan. It’s not painful, just a strange new pressure and sense of fullness.

“Alan, are you okay?” He asks, very quietly. “Did I hurt you?”

“it’s fine… Better than fine. Just don’t move for a moment. It feels incredible, just strange. I feel full.”

“You’re so tight! It feels so incredibly warm all around me.”

After just a few moments I move my hand down to grasp my own shaft and, as I start to stroke myself, I stare deep into his blue eyes and nod a couple of times towards him to show that he can move too. He starts to pull back a little and then push into me once more. With a slow rhythm, he steadily begins to thrust in and out, slightly increasing the length of his strokes as his confidence grows and he feels the limit of his length and my tightness.

Initially, he seems worried that he’ll go too far and, pulling back a little too far to compensate, he slips out of me. He guides himself back in, no resistance this time and then he quickly finds a wonderful deep-stroking rhythm. I can tell that the lube is doing its job as he slides smoothly in and out of me. My hand moves faster and faster as I wank myself in time to his own increasing cadence.

“I’m not going to last!” he moans after only a couple of minutes.

“Me neither!” I manage to grunt in reply as I send massive spurts of thick, hot semen all over my chest and neck. As I orgasm, I can feel myself contracting down on his thrusting cock and then he’s unable to hold back any longer. 

“Fuck!!” he moans and thrusts hard into one of my contractions. This is such a new sensation; I didn’t know I had such strong rectal contractions when I orgasmed. Deep inside, I can feel each pulse of his cock as he pumps spunk into me. I had no idea that I would be able to feel every spasm of his cock inside of me and be conscious of his come filling me. “Fuck!” he manages again as I cross my ankles behind his back and he leans forward to rest our foreheads together.

Neither of us can move for a minute or two. I gently stroke his cheek and forehead as he relaxes on top of me. When he softens and slips out of me, he just flops down, belly to belly in the mess of my semen and kisses me slowly and deeply.

“Do you want to talk about it?” I ask carefully. It’s not that I’ve paid that much attention to advice about couples communicating, I just need to always be reassured about any new situation.

“It was incredible.” He says after a bit of thought. “I think I like it. No, actually, I really love it, but the sensations are so intense. You’re so tight, far tighter than I’d ever hold with my fist, but so smooth and warm at the same time. When you came, I thought I was going to burst. You clamped down so hard; it was bordering on painful. I wasn’t sure I could take the pressure. I’m not sure I can last very long doing it.”

“Maybe you just need practice?” I ask with a smirk. “I wasn’t sure before we did it, but I did really enjoy it. I’d never really thought about it before – well, okay maybe a little – but now I see why guys do it. It just felt so comfortable and right for me. You were amazing; you’ll get better and last longer when we do it again. I didn’t know I’d tighten up like that. I’m sorry.

“There’s one more thing though. I’m not sure I want to flip things around. I’m afraid I’ll just keep thinking about hurting you and won’t be able to do it very well. It might be nice to try it one day, but I’m happy being the bottom, if you don’t mind being the top? Now I know what those words mean for us as well, top and bottom.”

“It’s okay, Alan, I do understand. I was a little nervous before I pushed inside you. I was definitely a little worried that I’d hurt you, but you really did seem to enjoy it. I would like you to try and do it to me at some point. I want to feel what it is like as well, but I do like to be the top.”

“Oh, I really did enjoy it. You were so hard, so strong, it was incredible. I actually like the sensation of you filling me up.”

“Do you think we can sneak for a shower before your brother gets home? I’m a total mess.”

We’ve showered and found something to eat, so now we can spend the rest of the evening relaxing with a movie. It’s really nice to just lean into one another on the sofa, cuddling and holding hands, sharing little kisses and caresses.

“Oh, I nearly forgot about your birthday present,” I say, pushing Paul back and getting up to go to my desk.

“I told you not to get me anything.”

“Yes, and I ignored you. Besides, I made you something and didn’t need to spend any money. Close your eyes.”

“Erm… No.”

“Why, don’t you trust me?”

“Well, yes, I trust you. Okay, my eyes are closed.”

From my position behind the sofa, I drop a light silver chain over Paul’s head and fasten the clasp behind his neck. “Oh, thank God it fits.”

Paul opens his eyes and takes hold of the middle of the chain to bring it to a position where he can see it. “Oh, Alan, it’s beautiful. Did you really make this?”

“Yes, I will make you a better one when I get more jump rings from the silver merchants. I think you’ll look really good wearing one just like mine, but I didn’t have enough silver lying around.” My own home-made necklace is a chain of 8mm jump rings, double-threaded to form a twisting rope pattern that weighs about a hundred grams.  Because I made it myself, it is one of my favourite things. I wear it all the time, along with a gold one I bought years before.

“It’s wonderful,” Paul whispers. “Nobody has ever given me something so personal before. Thank you. I love it.”

“Is it too soon to tell you how much I like you?” I ask quietly.

“I don’t think so, how much do you like me?”

“Well, I don’t know what I’m talking about, as I have absolutely zero experience in the feelings department, but I think I love you. I’m falling in love with you.”

“Maybe, Alan, that’s because I love you too?”

“Oh fuck, we used the ‘L’ word!”

“Yes, Alan. I LOVE you!”

“Oh, Paul, I LOVE you too!”

Our lips crash together, tongues searching hungrily inside eager mouths. Our hands roam across our heating bodies as we take in the full realization of our admissions. We love each other.

“Paul, fuck me again!”

“What, right here?”

I’m only wearing a loose pair of joggers and a t-shirt after our shower and grab my waistband to pull the joggers down quickly, the t-shirt following over my head a moment later. “Yes, right here, right now! Off the edge of the sofa. Fuck me again.”

Paul fumbles with his button-up fly once more, but soon manages to free himself. He’s already hard and there’s a look of lust and eagerness in his eyes.

“Kneel down on the floor, you should be at the right height,” I tell him, scooting down to overhang the edge of the couch and lifting my knees.” Reaching down, I slip a finger into my hole, pushing it gently in and out. “I don’t think we need lube if you take it slow. Spit on your cock.”

“Fuck, Alan, this is so sexy!” He’s stroking himself steadily now, but manages to let a little spittle drop from his mouth into his fist. “Are you ready enough?”

“Yes, start slowly!”

As he moves himself in to position, I let my legs rest up across his torso, one ankle on either side of his head. He kisses my calf as he uses a hand to help himself position his tip at my entrance before slowly putting some pressure on.

“Ahh…”, I moan as he eases past my only weakly resisting hole and slides slowly deep inside. As I feel his hanging balls touch my buttocks he pauses, as deep as he can go. “Oh Paul, I love you,” I whisper as his free hand wraps a tight fist around my own throbbing shaft.

“Are you good to go?” he asks me in a whisper.

I can only nod my head in a slight response as he starts to slowly draw out then thrust back deep inside me. With each thrust his hand moves in time along the length of my dripping cock, but in the opposite direction. I close my eyes and tilt my head to one side, moaning slightly each time his length brushes my prostate. I concentrate on the movement, out, in, up, down.

I lose track of all sense of time. I know we only last a few minutes at most, but the pleasure seems endless. We’ve already both climaxed twice today, and a third orgasm was always bound to be a slower one.

My sense of impending climax builds with excruciating slowness, but Paul is the first to finish, tensing his entire body as he thrusts extra hard in to my rectum, each pulse of his release felt by my whole body. I come moments later, tensing my arse so hard that Paul is forced out of me, his last few spurts dripping down my crack. My own spunk spurts over my belly and all over his still stroking fist.

Neither of us can really move or speak for a few minutes. Paul eventually turns and sits down on the floor, still between my knees. “I love you, Alan,” he whispers as his head leans back into my stroking fingers.

“Now I know why people say ‘I’m fucked’,” is all I can manage in reply.

When Paul eventually moves to find a towel and clean himself up, he looks down at me with a smirk. “You’re an absolute mess,” he tells me. “You are covered in come and well, some’s leaking out!” He passes me the towel to give me a chance to mop up the worst of the mess.

“That’s your fault. If you didn’t fill me with so much, I’d be able to hold it. I’m going to need another shower or something.”

Sex is messy and I suspect that anal sex can be messier than vaginal sex. I’ve taken care to be sure I was ready, but I know that sometimes a mess will be unavoidable. All that come that’s been pumped into my arse will have to go somewhere eventually. I never thought about it, even from a heterosexual perspective. When a man fucks a woman, what happens to all the semen? Now, I suspect the problem is much the same. It has to go somewhere; even if a couple of sperm are swimming to their ultimate target, most are not.

“Sorry, love.”

“I’m pretty sure we should never be sorry for messy sex. I think it’s part of the deal, and not something to worry about. Oh, and I like you calling me love!”

“I like saying it. You are my love.”

“Okay, getting a bit too mushy. Don’t you have to be home soon?”

“I don’t want to go home. I wish I could stay here, with you. I can’t fall for you any deeper now, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Staying longer would be my wish too, but you’d be wasting your time tonight. I really am totally fucked. Anyway, you don’t want to antagonise your bloody dad, he might ask awkward questions.”

“Well, awkward questions seem to be the only sort he knows how to ask these days. He was so much nicer before he got dragged in to this cult, er… church, that he thinks is so wonderful.”

“Well, another year and he’ll have no say in your life, if that’s what you want.”

As he moves round the sofa, he bends over the back, leaning right down to kiss me again. “Yes, I know. I’d better go and you’d better get back in the shower. I love you.”

“Go home, soft lad! I love you too.”

Fuck, I really do need a shower and this towel absolutely needs to go straight in the washing machine. My chances of an early night are getting slimmer by the minute.

PAUL: Thank you for a fun day. Made it home safe and sound.

ME: You’re welcome. I had a great day too.

PAUL: The birthday present is awesome. Is it okay to wear it all the time? Is it strong enough?

ME: Yes, it should be fine. If it fails, I’ll fix it anyway.

PAUL: Shit. I never even thought of that. You can just fix it.

ME: It’s almost midnight. Don’t you need to get up early for college in the morning.

PAUL: Yes, I just wanted to say thank you and good night.

ME: Okay, now you’ve said it. Go to sleep.

PAUL: ILY