Back in 1998 I was sixteen years old and in the June of that year, I had a huge argument with my step father about me going to a rock festival. I left home anyway and hitch hiked all the way to Glastonbury. I didn't know much about the outside world, but I thought I did, I genuinely thought I was a street wise teenager. I was 5'7" tall, slim and had what some girls I'd had tell me, a cute face. The one thing I did know is I had a bigger than average cock for my age, it was just under eight inches when erect.
The four day event was amazing (although I only had tickets for the last two days) I had enough money saved up to last me for a week, (or so I thought) if I didn't eat too much, and maybe enough to take a train back home. The two man tent I'd borrowed from a mate was ok and I'd brought a sleeping bag and a few changes of clothes.
The first night there, I got talking to two older guys who'd pitched their tent close to mine, explaining to them I was on my own. One of them said I could possibly have a ticket for the second day, if I would do something for them. I'd been sharing their cider and had a few drags on their spliffs. I wasn't used to drinking or cannabis and was soon feeling very perculiar. I don't remember going into their tent or getting undressed. The next thing I knew it was becoming light and I was lay in between the two of them. Both of them were facing me, albeit one of them was down near my groin and they like me, were naked. My head was spinning and it was hurting so bad, only when I moved did I realise there was something very wrong. My cock was being sucked and I felt something very wrong up my arse. I was being fucked from behind as I was lay on my side.
With my head still very very hazey I tried to say something, but couldn't get any words out. It suddenly dawned on me, the main thing they'd spoken about as we drank and smoked pot, was sex, gay sex. I was being used as their sexual sandwich and with my arse being increasingly fucked harder, when they realised I was awake, I'd actually begun to enjoy the feelings going through me. My dick was fully erect and the older of two knew how to suck cock. His fellatio skills are still probably the best I've ever had and his younger friends thrusting up my arsehole had me cumming minutes after I'd woken up fully. It wasn't the most auspicious way to be introduced to gay sex, and if given the choice in a lucid fashion (I don't remember saying yes or no) I probably would have rejected their advances.
My arsehole was filled with cum, only seconds after I'd cum in the older guys mouth. After swallowing everything I had, he knelt up and began wanking the smallest cock I've ever seen, then and up to this day. It was about an inch and half long, but stubbily fat. It might have been small, but when he came all over the side of my face, his cum just kept on flooding my skin. They both began to move about and I was asleep again in a matter of minutes, my arsehole leaking out cum where I lay.
They must have moved me back, because I was in my own tent lay on top of my sleeping bag when I awoke properly, well into the afternoon. My head still hurt and I quickly had to leave the tent to be sick. When I finished I looked around and noticed their tent had gone. A girl and her boyfriend had taken their spot.
The two guys had kept their promise as I found a ticket in one of my boots. The three days I spent from then on were awsome. I kept myself to myself, but enjoyed the music, stalls and the whole atmoshere. I even began to remember things I'd done sexually with the two men and the glowing feeling I got from the memory of being fucked, outweighed the sore arsehole I had for two days.
The festival had finished and I knew I hadn't got enough money to get the train home. It was going dark, pouring down with rain and my last meal had been the morning before. Stood near a round about thumbing a lift, a large beaten up old volvo, with the windows all steamed up, pulled up. The familiar face of the older guy peered out after he'd opened his window. They were going as far as I was and twenty miles futher on. When he said they could give me a lift, if I would do something for them, I didn't hessitate even knowing my arsehole would be sore again.
The journey back up north should have taken possibly five hours, it actually took a day and a half. We stopped off a few times, each time I was the centre of attention and each time I learned more about how to pleasure a guy and much more to my liking, how to receive pleasure.
15 years on, I'm married with two young children and have a fantastic career. For two years after Glastonbury I experimented with my sexuality and got the best out of both worlds, sometimes joining them both. I haven't had any form of gay sex since I met and became engaged to my wife. The one brief episode was with a family member of hers, one which is too long to go into now, but needless to say, I got immense satisfaction from his eight and half inch cock.