The first time his cock penetrated my arsehole, I hated the bastard. He and his mate had caught me playing with myself down by the old slate sheds. I'd found a porn mag and was caught up in pleasuring myself when they walked in. At the asge of fourteen, I had two guys eighteen and nineteen who took full advantage of my situation. Telling me they'd tell my extremely religious parents, and all my friends, if I didn't do something for them, I reluctantly agreed.
Still sat on the plastic crate with the porn mag open next to me, I accepted the older of the pairs cock into my mouth. It felt and tasted totally alien to me and yet, it also felt strangely comforting. Sucking each of their much larger cocks in turn, I kind of grew to accept it was a good pay off. After all Kay had sucked my dick only weeks before in the same shed.
But that was my last comforting notion for that day. It wasn't enough for the oldest to have me sucking him off, so once he was fully erect and charging for release, he and his mate forced me to strip. The use of spit for lube I can tell you isn't enough for your first anal assault. The pain I felt when his cock speared my arsehole was like nothing I've ever felt, before or even to this day. I was pinned down facing the floor with my arsehole well and truly propped up by some old sacking. His cock probably measured around six to seven inches, but being my first, it felt like two feet sliding up my virgin arsehole. Every sense and nerve ending was on fire literally, and my immediate reaction was to buck and fight. Which in reality only made his cock slide further inside my body. And the pain increased. Telling me to calm down and relax only made me resist all the more, but one more thrust of his cock and my body did all the relaxing it needed.
Somehow my body did relax and my arsehole opened up to him. The moment it did, I began to feel something different, I began to feel pleasure.
From abject severe pain, to complete and utter joy. It overwhelmed me and I began to tear up. Yet they didn't see it as one cock was replace by another. The younger of the two had the biggest cock, by some margin. I'd now guess at around eight inches plus. His cock spread my arsehole even more, yet I'd accepted his cock more easily and had begun to moan with something akin to joy. They both heard my moans and swapped places at least another two times, before each of them decided it was time to turn me over. Now facing my anal destroyers, I couldn't help feeling a kind of wanting for them. Even if my initial reaction was that they were a couple of bastards.
Sliding his cock back into me, the younger of the two offered me his anal cream covered cock to suck. And I took it. Over the ext ten minutes or so, they changed places until the younger of two began to toss me off. I hadn't realised I'd become erect, but they had and it took no more than a few more strokes of his cock his right hand to have my spunk flying everywhere. It egged him on and soon his cum was firing up my arse. His convulsions looked weird as I'd never seen anyone cum, including myself. As I'd never wanked in front of a mirror.
No sooner than he'd emptied his balls deep inside my arsehole, his older friend entered me and within seconds I took his load too.
That was it, it was all over and I lay there as they got themselves together. Leaving me to my thoughts and there cum dribbling out of my arsehole, the oldest said "Same time tomorrow only we'll bring hair conditioner (???)".
All that day and into the next morning I thought I'd report them for sexual assault. Yet around lunch time, I found myself walking the two miles to the old slate mine. They were already there with a bottle of hair conditioner, which I found out to my relief was for use as a lube. This time I took them both with a boldness of sexual excitement. Both young men fucked me for all they were worth, and I even took the younger man a second time outside facing the low hills to the west of the mine. Fucking me doggy fashion, I came without any need for them to toss me off, and for the first time in my life, I was within myself, within my own sexual thoughts, a sexual man. Someone who'd choose his own sexual destiny.
Now as a recently married man, I'm very much an openly bisexual person. My wife's knows about my sexuality and that I have a person who I regularly have gay sex with. He visits our home five or six times a month, and as we have had since I was fourteen, I take his eight and half inch cock deep up my rear love hole. Sometimes my wife is present, sometimes she's out. When she's present I don't mind at all if she joins us, but invariably she just watches and plays with herself. It's a relationship which suits us both, and a relationship which is built on trust, simple truth and loving honesty.