Towards the end of my first year at uni in 1970, whilst waiting for exam results, I went camping on Arran with three class mates. We hitch-hiked there in pairs and had a great time swimming in the sea and climbing the fells.

When it was time to leave my travelling pall & I got the ferry to Ardrossan. He was going to Edinburgh to see his folks so I got the bus to Kilmarnock then started hitching back to Newcastle down the A76.  Lifts were very poor and by mid-afternoon I’d got nowhere then a black Rover 90 stopped and after putting my rucksack in the boot I got in. It was really smart with a leather bench seat and gearstick and handbrake coming out of the dash. The car had small high windows so you could see little from outside. The driver was maybe 30, very smart and very posh and smartly dressed. He was going to Carlisle which was well on my route and would drop me there. He told me his name was Justin. We chatted as he drove and he gave me a cigarette. I noticed that every time he changed gear he dropped his hand to rest on the seat near my leg, sometime brushing my thigh with his fingers. I’d had gay sex at uni and on the Town Moor at night and enjoyed it and anyway I wanted him to like me so I could stay in the car and go as far as he would take me so I slid along the seat nearer to him on the pretext of hearing him better. The next time he changed gear his hand dropped into my thigh. I said nothing but just moved my leg a little closer to him. He started to stroke my thigh and I moved it to encourage him. He was soon stroking higher up and rubbing the bulge in my jeans where I now had an erection. I lifted my groin as he stroked and cupped my bulge. Then he asked me to open my jeans so I loosened by belt and undid my flies. He slid his hand in my underpants and felt my prick and balls, slowly squeezing and tossing me off. He took out my prick from my pants to look at it and nearly had us in the ditch. A while further on he pulled off the road into a secluded layby so he could take out my prick. He wanked me slowly with one hand while fondling my balls with the other, it felt great. We were soon on the road again and he asked me lots of intimate questions about if I’d ever had sex and did I have any fun with my mates. I lied a bit as I didn’t want to appear green.

We were still close together as we drove so I put my hand on his knee and stroked his thigh until I was cupping the bulge in his pants. He unzipped his flies and took out a lovely firm but thin prick, about 6inches in length. I wanked him slowly as he drove. We got through Dumfries and as we approached Carlisle it was getting dark. He said it would be difficult for me to get a lift at that time but if I didn’t mind sharing a bed he could put me up for the night. I readily accepted, knowing, or at least hoping for what might be in store. He took me to his flat, two-storey, above a shop in the main street but we entered by the quiet back entrance. The place was dead posh and smart with expensive furniture and thick carpets.

I asked if I could have a bath (no showers then) and he showed me the bathroom. After I got out I put on a robe that he’d left me and went through to the lounge where Justin was wearing just a silk dressing gown. He cooked us supper of bacon & eggs which we ate in the small kitchen. We then went through to the lounge and sat on the sofa together chatting and drinking wine. He then showed me a folder of very beautiful, sexy but tasteful B&W photos of men naked, sometime two together in very erotic positions. I got a hard on as I looked through these and Justin knew it as he reached inside my robe and began fondling me again. He then kissed me full on the mouth, forcing his tongue between my teeth. I’d never kissed a man before but it was lovely our kissing with open mouths and tongues. He opened my robe and kissed my nipples and belly before gently taking my prick into his mouth and softly sucking it. Whilst doing this he slid a finger into my bum and worked it in and out. This felt fantastic and I responded by lifting and gyrating my pelvis.

We sat for a while drinking more wine then Justin said it was time for bed. I was a bit drunk by then but Justin guided me up the stairs to a big bedroom with a double bed with real plush sheets on it. We took our gowns off and we climbed into bed, the first time I’d done that properly with a man. He kissed and caressed me all over and I responded. He tossed me off slowly, pushing his finger into my arse as he did so which really got me going and as he tossed me faster I ejaculated hot spunk all over his hand. He cleaned it up with a towel then asked me to lie flat face down on the bed with a pillow under my groin. He then put his finger into me with lots of the cream on it after which he laid on top of me, slid his slim prick into me and bummed me. It felt fantastic, much better than the hurried fucks I’d had previously. Although I was half drunk it felt really good having my bum filled with his cock and his body laid full length against mine, especially as he kept telling me how good I was with a very nice body and that I was very special. After a while I felt him come inside me and he rolled off. We kissed and cuddled each other before falling asleep.

 When I awoke next morning Justin asked if I’d enjoyed the previous night and I said I had very much. He kissed me again. After breakfast Justin said that as I was in no rush to get home he’d take me to see a friend of his, the one who took the lovely photos. We went in Justin’s car to a big private house up a long drive just outside a village to the north of Carlisle. His friend Paul, greeted us on the doorstep dressed only in a silk dressing gown. Paul was about 50, short and slim with long light-coloured hair and he was wearing lipstick and eyeshadow. Once inside he kissed Justin and then me firmly on the lips. Again the house was really smart with expensive furniture. We had coffee then Justin suggested that Paul show me his studio and gallery. He took me to a locked part of the house and showed me where he took his shots – I recognised some parts from the photos I’d seen, and old sofa and a small bed. He then showed me round his gallery standing close to me with his arm round my waist as he did so. The photos were like the ones I’d seen at Justin’s but much bigger and very erotic. There was one of Justin and Paul, both naked in a very suggestive pose. Paul stroked my bum as I looked at them and asked if he could take some of me. I said I’d ask Justin. He then started to stroke my bulge as I looked at the photos as it was obvious I had an erection. We went back to see Justin and Paul asked if he could take some photos of me. Justin said we could try some poses so we all went through to the studio and both Justin and I got undressed. Justin then put me in various poses on the sofa whilst Paul looked through the camera, before joining me and asking Paul how we looked together with him kissing and caressing me. I had a raging erection again and after a while Paul came over and joined us on the sofa, kissing us both and fondling my prick. Justin then asked me if I’d like to have sex with Paul. I jumped at the chance. Paul was clearly willing and soon had my prick covered in cream. He then bent over the sofa and I put my prick into him and fucked him hard, coming much too quickly as I was so horny. It felt fantastic with his bum gripping my prick and Justin squeezing my bum so I soon ejaculated deep inside Paul. Afterwards Justin kissed me all over telling me that he really enjoyed watching us. Paul was full of praise for me too, saying that I gave him a lovely bumming and that I could come there anytime with or without Justin. We spent some more time at Paul’s before Justin drove me to Hexham and dropped me at the bus station. He gave me his and Paul’s phone numbers saying that I was welcome at both any time. After that proper introduction with two open and uninhibited lovers I was hooked on man sex. For the next two years I would sometimes get the bus over to Paul’s where he took more photos of me and we made love on the old sofa or in his frilly soft bedroom. I often met Justin there, sometimes going back to Carlisle with him. I occasionally often stayed overnight at Paul’s or Justin’s, but I much preferred Paul.