There are moments in your life, whereby you feel if something had changed only slightly, you'd be a completely different person.
A had one such moment at the age of fifteen.
Myself and a school friend were eating our school lunch up a tree, with our legs swinging free from the branch we were sat on. It was a relatively hot late spring day and lots of people were walking through the woodland area close to our school. Hearing the bell ring for the ending of our lunch hour, my friend and I began to climb down, only I noticed movement to my right. Before I could say anything to my friend, he was gone.
I moved right instead of left trying to see what was there. I could have gone straight back to school, I could have easily followed my friend, but I didn't and came across a man with his erect cock out stroking it whilst looking at a magazine.
Again I could have run away, it would have been easy for me to so. But instead I stood transfixed by the sight of his stiff erect cock.
Not at any time up until then had I wanted to, or even thought about touching or looking at another males penis. yet there I was already late for afternoon school and I wanted so much to stroke the mans cock. He smiled at me and told me I should go into school. But I'd already moved much closer to him by then. He told me again to go and went to move away. But before he could put his cock away, I closed the gap between us and gripped his cock.
He moved my hand off his cock and told me I was too young for him, but I was fascinated by the look, feel and the pre cum oozing out of his large dick. Taking hold of his cock again, I instinctively knelt down on the leaf littered floor and put my lips to the head of his erect penis. It was purely spontaneaous and not in any way taught, or previously imagined, when I let his cock slide over my tongue.
I'd licked and sucked all along his cock shaft, feeling each raised vein along his cock. And was about to see if I could take it all into my mouth, when we both heard a dog running through the undergrowth. Standing up quickly, he put his cock away and I walked away in the direction of school.
Throughout the rest of the day in school and all night long after getting home, all I could think about was what I'd done and why! I'd not said a word to my friend, but he had wondered where I'd gotten to. I told him I went straight to class, something we never did.
The following day, I went into the woodland area on my own during lunch and walked right over to the farmers side of the woods. Waiting impatiently I decided to take out my cock and began to stroke it. I knew people wouldn't be likely to be in that part of the woods, but I also knew if you were from the area, you'd use this as an alternative entrance.
The voice I heard startled me, but I turned to see the man from the previous day. He immediately took out his cock and I instantly dropped to my knees. Sucking in his flaccid cock felt weird at first, but it also felt so right. He then placed me hands ionto his buttocks as he began to fuck my mouth. I wasn't ready for his cock forcing its way down my throat and his cock made me gag. Even so, I enjoyed giving him pleasure and soon was able to take every single inch of his cock and had him moaning loudly from what I later learned, was his favorite sexual act.
When I felt his cock twitching in my mouth, like I had many times before myself, I knew he was about to cum. But instead of cumming, he slid his cock out and had me remove my school trousers and underpants.
Bending me over the low fence, he got behind me and I felt his hot wet mouth surrounding my arsehole. His tongue probed inside of my arse and I became enthralled with how good it felt. He carried on for a good time and I knew when he asked me if he could, I'd let him stick his penis into me.
The pain is something if you haven't been through it, it's hard to describe properly. What I will say, is to me it felt like heaven and hell all at the same time. The agony of his cock spearing my arsehole was intense, but so was the pleasure his hard pulsing cock gave me as well. It was a totally mixed feeling and the more he fucked me, the more the pain subsided and the feeling of pure pleasure grew.
Aching for his cock after about five to ten minutes, I began to back onto him and found myself wanting and needing him to fuck me harder. Telling him just how good it felt, he started to fuck me harder and the feelings of immense pleasure only increased. To the point of m telling him, somehow, I was cumming.
When my orgasm struck, it was the most profound part, feeling, revelation and utmost transfixed climax of my life. Even now with my two male lovers, I have never replicated that first orgasm from being fucked. It changed my life and I found myself totally his.
So when his cock exploded up my arsehole, I cried out with a passion a fifteen year old kid shouldn't know about. But one that struck a cord throughout his life.
Throughout that spring and on into our school summer holidays, I met that man, that beautiful kind loving man most weekdays. I'd go off into the fields or woods with him and we'd suck and fuck until we were both drained of passion.
No one has ever known who it was, or how many times he fucked me over the next nine months. Al I know he wasn't around one day and I didn't see him for nearly a year.
By then I'd begun to have sex with a boy around my age. He too loved my youthful feminine looks and he too fucked me outdoors a lot. Although we did have sex in an abandoned industrial building for months.
Then walking down into town one afternoon, I came across my first lover. He was with his wife and young daughter, younger than me. He winked at me, but didn't say a thing. I knew then he'd had a change of heart, a change of his priorities, and who was I to interfere with his family.
However a fortnight later we met as I was about to board a bus. He offered me a lift and we ended up at a well known place where meet up for sex. He fucked me over the bonnet of his car with two other men watching close by wanking. It was a wonderful fuck and I climaxed so quickly with his large cock pounding me.
Unfortunately that was the very last time I ever saw him. He dropped me off where I was originally heading for, after pumping his cum deep up my arse and I nver saw him again.
One turn, one minute earlier finishing off our lunches, or just him being fifty yards further over and my life I know would now be different. I'm not saying I wouldn't like being fucked by men, but along with my wife who I love deeply, he's the only true love I've ever had.
I do have two guys who I meet up with once a week, and we all have a great time sexually. But it's not the same as the bareback sex I had back then, feeling his cum coursing into my body from his wondrful frantic fuck.