As we walk back to the cottage in the afternoon sun, hands intertwined and shoulders knocking together, Paul seems pensive and thoughtful. He trips over nothing a couple of times and would have fallen if we weren’t holding hands.

“A penny for them, Paul?”

“I was thinking about Mick and Jack. They seem to have worked it all out and found a happy place where they can be together. I want to be out. I don’t want to hide. Our time here, being openly ourselves has been so much better than being at home hiding in the closet. I want everyone to know how much I love you. A little part of me tells me we should move, but reality draws me back and I love the Island.”

“Well, you know I’m behind you whatever you want to do. I love you and I’m with you.” I grip his hand a little tighter for a moment in reassurance. “So, do you have any idea when?”

“I think I still have to wait until I’m eighteen. He’ll have no power over me then. All he’ll be able to do is kick me out and I’ll be glad to go. I’d go now if I could afford to.”

“Hey, cheer up now, we have a few more hours to ourselves,” I tell him as I get out the key to the cottage and open the door.

“Yes, and I know the best way to pass the time,” he tells me as he pulls me towards the bedroom.

We take our time to strip off our clothes, enjoying the sensation of each button and zip being slowly undone. We fall naked on to the bed, kissing as cuddling.

“Alan?”

“Hmm… Yes?”

“I want to know what it’s like. Will you fuck me? I know you’ve said you might not be into it, but I really want you to try.”

“Oh, yes, my love. I’ll try and make it good for you. If I get too nervous though, we’ll have to swop places. Do you have a position you’d like to try?”

“Kneeling on all fours. We’ll need the lube if I’m going to take that massive thick cock of yours,” he whispers. “Will you make sure I’m ready and be gentle?”

I find the bottle of lube as he turns and kneels before me. I’m actually more comfortable than I thought I would be and my cock is standing to attention already. I crouch behind him and slowly lick up the crack of his arse, stopping before moving the tip of my tongue around the entrance to his hole.

“Oh, fuck,” he moans as I push my tongue inside a little, moving it in tiny circles, just inside him. “That’s so fucking sexy.”

I squirt plenty of lube onto my cock and stroke it steadily with one hand while a little more lube on the tip of my other hand allows me to slowly insert a finger into Paul’s puckered hole. He’s eagerly receptive and it only takes a few moments for me to get a second finger in alongside the first, thrusting slowly and twisting to loosen him gently.

“Fuck me, Alan. Please, fuck me now.”

As his hand moves to start stroking his own erection, I position myself behind him and use my lubed-up fist to guide my exposed cock’s head in to position. As I push into him for the first time, my cock feels a brief resistance and then slips smoothly, slowly deep inside.

Remembering my own first time, I stop and wait, my entire length enveloped by his tight warm arse. “Are you okay, my love?” I whisper.

Paul is silent for a few moments, but he resumes stroking himself and seems to relax. “Fuck, yeah, I’m fine. Are you all the way in?”

“Yes, that’s all of it.”

“You can move now. Fuck me hard, Alan!”

I don’t think I can do hard, but I pull out as far as I feel I can without slipping out of him and then thrust slowly back deep into him. I manage a few more of these long, slow, deep strokes, but can’t find a rhythm and have to switch to shorter thrusts that are easier to repeat. I’m conscious of the thickness of my cock and thinking how I’d feel with my girth and length inside me considering how satisfied I can be with Paul’s slightly smaller one.

“I’m not hurting you, am I?”

“No. Very much no!”

The tightness and the warmth are exquisite, my senses and nerve endings are being overloaded and I’m being swept along to a very quick orgasm.

“Paul, I’m going to come!” I practically scream as I thrust deep into him one more time and explode with a mind-blowing orgasm and spurt after spurt of my thick, hot semen floods into him.

With just a couple of quick strokes, Paul has his own orgasm, his arse tightening with each pulse, but nowhere near as hard as I do when he fucks me. He still manages to push me out though, as I’m almost instantly getting soft. A little of my come dribbles out of him and runs down the inside of his thigh.

We collapse into each other’s arms, everything covered in semen forgotten as we doze for a few minutes.

“Well, that was…” Paul whispers.

“Interesting?”

“Fucking amazing! I thought you were nervous about doing it, but you were fantastic.”

“Yeah, I did get into it once I got started. I wish I’d lasted a bit longer. Fucking your arse is really great!”

“I remember saying that my first time. You’ll get better at it with practice.”

“Does that mean we’re doing this again?”

“Yes, I really liked it. Will you do it again sometime?”

“Yes, I liked it too, but I still like you fucking me better!”

“Well, we need to get showers. Holiday’s over and we need to push ourselves back into the closet for a little bit longer.” He looks really sad, but he holds me tight for a few moments before moving towards the bathroom.