First Consensual Gay Encounter

I was about 15 or 16 years old and a runaway kid. I remember this dude watching me and checking me out. He was about 40 or so I estimated. Being a m****ted child I knew the look. After some small talk he suggested we go to his place and that I could wash up. On the way over he picked up a bottle of liquor. When we got to his place he was a true gentleman even though I knew what he had in mind. While I was bathing he came in and washed my back. This was a little uncomfortable as I had never been naked in front of another man who wasn't family. Gives you an idea of my childhood. He finished washing my back and said that dinner was ready. As he had taken my clothes to be washed I only had a towel for cover. Very uncomfortable feeling. He poured a small drink for me and said that I would relax. After dinner we sat on the couch and he got me to lay between his legs and on his chest. Initially that was quite uncomfortable but he was giving me a very nice body rub which relaxed me completely. He massaged me all over my body all the while missing my private area which was very hard and willing. He suggested we go to his bedroom and 'rest'. I was far from wanting to rest and really wanted this encounter to continue. He got naked and here's where I wondered what to do. I really wanted him by this time. His dick was not too large but it really felt nice. We 69ed each other. I remember we both came, it was pretty explosive. Tasted good too. We talked a little bit. He tried to get me to drink some more but I declined. He started massaging my butt and getting close to my butthole. I was tense as I thought he was going to penetrate me. He didn't though. Yet. He must've lubed my butt up at some point as his finger was quite slippery. It did feel good I have to admit. He finally stopped and put the head of his dick on my butt and started pushing. He kept telling me to relax which I tried. He was quite gentle. When his dick was fully inside me it felt like I needed to take a dump. He explained that this was normal and that it would pass. He reached around and played with me. He was right. It started to feel real good. And he was hitting some spot in me that had me meeting his thrusts with great eagerness. I was a slut. I really enjoyed that night. The guilt and shame came later. That eventually went away though after a lot of therapy. It's a fond memory now.