This is a recalling of my starting life as a closet gay in the 80's. I was 18, I'd had the odd wank with other unknown guys in gay cinemas, but each time had been less than satisfactory and left me wanting more.

I'd eventually responded to a newspaper advert where I'd spent a small fortune in those days on using 0898 numbers from a call box and arranged a meet at a guys house about 3 train stops from where I lived. His name was Don, he was in his 50's and he liked young smooth boys. We'd chatted on the phone and he'd put me at my ease. But when I turned up in his drive of a very wealthy person's house my heart was pounding. I just went for it, conscious that I'd back out if I dallied.

Don answered fairly quickly making me wonder if he'd watched me approach from behind net curtains. He was a clean shaven smartly dressed guy with very short dark hair, making him look younger than 50's. He was in a dressing gown as I entered it opened slightly revealing nothing on underneath. I removed my shoes and turned to face him and he gently pushed me back against the hall wall and kissed me on the lips. His tongue pushed into my mouth. I was shocked but responded in kind. Wow! I'd never kissed a guy and I felt my cock throb and a jolt hit my body. I felt something push against my thigh, instinctively I reached down and found myself clutching a big meaty hard cock. To me at the time it was the biggest cock I'd ever seen or held for that matter. "Want it do you"? Don uttered and pulled my head down forcefully and within 2 minutes of entering the house I found my lips surrounding a mammoth red pulsating warm smooth cock. The second I tasted Don's cock and heard him moan I became his! I swallowed his length and gagged and pulled up. Down again, gagging again. "Lick my balls" he commanded. I immediately started sucking and licking his huge low hanging balls, my saliva coating him. My head was red hot. I couldn't believe how horny and uninhibited with lust I'd become. Don pulled me up, his dressing gown dropping to the floor. Reluctantly I released his shaift and our tongues once more entwined. This time I was ready and I thrust deep in his mouth. We were of similar height and my arms were fully around Don's back. His arms encircled me pulling me to him. We kissed for ages, my jaw was aching, when abruptly Don pulled away and led me into the living room. Where he slowly undressed me. I then stood naked before him my inhibitions returning until Don swallowed my rock hard 5" hairless cock. I nearly came then and there. His hands cluched my buttocks and I looked down to watch my cock disappear in his expertly swallowing mouth. Don then turned me round and pushed me leaning over the settee arm. I felt him pull my buttocks apart and the wet warmth of his tongue on my hole. Holding my cock in one hand Don pushed his tongue in me I couldn't believe how sexy I felt. I moaned as I felt a finger push against my wet hole. I spread my legs and felt it slip in. " you like it boy"? Don asked " yes sir" why I added sir I don't know, but a second finger was added. I felt some discomfort but I was so horny there was no way I'd stop him. A third finger was entered and my face was against the back of the settee. I felt a hard slap on my buttocks, and a sharp pain, then another "ouch" I complained " shut up you little bitch" Don whispered softly in my ear and I felt him put his cock against my hole. He shoved and my hole swallowed him up. The sharp pain that hit me had me begging him to "STOP" but "thwack" his balls banged into me as his full 8 inches fully stretched my virgin hole. Don pulled out 5 inches the " bang" in again. I hurt, I didn't want to be there, but I made no attempt to stop him. By the fifth thrust I felt no pain and on six I pushed back to receive him. "Like it now do you boy"? Don grunted. I tried to reply but I was full focused in the orgasm building in my hole. As it built Don pulled out. Turned me and thrust his cock in my mouth just as a jet of jazz hit the back of my throat. He held my head firm and he jerked string after string of warm cum into my mouth. I wanted to spit it out but eventually swallowed and as commanded I licked and sucked this wonderful cock until it had no trace of his juices left. I was pulled back into a kissing embrace and our tongues collided in continued passion. I felt Don tug at my cock and pushed against him hoping for release. "Oh no,no,no, not yet"! He hissed pushing me back down to his cock. I felt I knew what he wanted and greedily engulfed his cock and balls. I felt it stir and grow under my assault. Don then pulled up his cock and spat " eat my hole bitch"! And I stretched my tongue to spread saliva on his brown button. " good boy" was my reward. Second later I was on my back on the settee my legs over my shoulders and I watched as Don's now fully erect, purple veined red knob pushed into my gaping hole. Absolutely no pain, but no way to move towards his thrusting weapon. So I just lay there looking into Don's eyes as he fucked me so hard. We kissed again but he broke and uttered a roar and came deep in my hole, his thrusts became weaker and eventually he slowly pulled out. But held my gaping hole in position and thrust his tongue in to suck his juices. After he'd gathered some he let my legs down and came to kiss me giving me his juices once more. He then went down on my cock once more. He inserted thre fingers back in me and gently sucked my aching cock. As his fingers caressed my prostrate I felt the orgasm building and I burst into Don's mouth with the strongest orgasm I'd ever had. I spasmed repeatedly and as I came down from my high Don's mouth met mine. He dumped most of my cum back in me and we once again kissed with passion. We then lay closely for almost an hour chatting. I was so comfortable in his company that when I noticed his cock twitching to life I sucked him without orders until he was so hard that I that I rode him until I heard the words " coming" and I was once again sucking his juices as the jetted into my open mouth. I continued to see Don for a year or two until my other life took over. I often wish I'd kept in touch, but he'd be 100 by now so it would have stopped sometime. He taught me so much, but also made me far too choosy, so I miss out on fun because of this now.