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 I had my first dildo by the time I was thirteen.  How, you may ask, did a
thirteen year old boy get access to a dildo?  Well, it was given to me by
my first male suitor, whom, at the time was twenty eight.  It was his
theory to get my young, virgin hole ready and primed for his cock.  I was
outrageously horny and ready for some hot sex; ready to lose my virginity.
Sadly, this never came to fruition.  I first became aware of my curiosity
of sex with the same gender around this same age.  I was introduced to
professional wrestling by a friend of mine of the same age.  I found myself
being aroused at the sight of the muscled men, and could fantasy about
their beefy bodies pressed up against me.  I was a skinny kid, and admired
the musculature of these fine specimens.  More so, though, I enjoyed my
friend (who was a bit on the heavy side) and I wrestling around, pretending
to be these men on television.  I found myself lusting after my friend,
but, he was my best friend.  And I didn't him to stop wrestling with me if
I ever mentioned what I was thinking; how every time he was behind me, I
wish he'd pull my pants down and have his way with me.  So, this is when I
consulted the internet, a lonely, teenage boys best chance at having a
sexual encounter.  Hence, the suitor and subsequent dildo.  However, this
is not what this story is about.  That man and I, although we did meet up,
did not have sex.  I wanted to, but was nervous and couldn't when he
finally showed up.  So, he gave me the dildo as a warm up, for when I was
ready.  But I was still aching for the real thing.  I found myself pushing
the envelope a little more with my best friend.  Before long, I was sucking
him off, but never was able to get him to fuck me.  He would tease me
sometimes, rub his head against my bare hole, sometimes stick it all the
way in for a moment, but never had any real sex.  And I longed for it.  He
moved away shortly after, and I was back to being alone with my dildo.  I
made several webcam videos, hoping to get some male attention, but never
was able to land anyone real.

   However, I kept up with wrestling, but was never any good, truth be
told. The main reason wasn't lack of athletic ability, mind you.  However,
I enjoyed the feeling of men behind me, and in wrestling, that's not a
sound strategy for winning.  So, two years later, at the age of fifteen,
despite having earned a starting spot on the varsity squad at the 145 lb.
weight class, I wasn't entirely disappointed when I separated my shoulder
during a meet.  It ended my season, but I felt oddly relieved.  At the
time, I was working part time at a toy store in the mall, and this is where
the story really starts.  I'll let the narrative flow from here:

   It was a weeknight, getting closer and closer to Christmas time.  This
meant that the store was very busy, always filled with people who could
never seem to put things back where they picked them up from.  I was
stocking the shelves, when I came across a man in his early twenties who
seemed to be having a hard time deciding on a gift.  "Can I help you with
something?" "I'm looking for something for my nephew, but I'm not sure what
to get him." "How old is he?" "Twelve." "Well, what does he like?" "Not
really sure.  How about this Voltron set?" He picked up a boxed set of
something I had never heard of.  Chances are, this would not be a great
gift for a twelve year old.  And told him so.  "Oh.  Well, it was this
television show, kind of like a cheap Transformers.  I may get it for
myself." "Great.  But what about your nephew?" "Help me look?" He asked.  I
relented, mainly because he was attractive, and I was picking up on a weird
vibe from him.  Maybe it was just my adolescent horniness, I don't know. 
But I've always been fairly intuitive, and decided to listen to myself. 
"Ok," I began walking him down the aisles, pointing out gifts that may work
for his nephew, but rejected all of my ideas.  In the meantime, he was
telling me his story: he was new in time, just moved from New York, didn't
know anyone, was trying to get used to the town.  He could have been
telling me about his window treatments, it didn't matter, I was so
entranced by him.  After walking him around the whole store for about
thirty minutes, we came to the conclusion that he just wasn't going to find
a gift for his nephew.  "I'll figure out something," he said as we walked
through the last aisle.  "Listen, like I said, I don't really know anyone
here yet, it would be good to have someone to talk to.  Let me give you my
e-mail address, is that ok?" "Sure, I'll e-mail you." And we left it at
that.  But as I stood there, with his e-mail address written down for me on
a scrap of paper, I knew that this wasn't a man shopping for a gift: this
was man looking for some ass, and I had just the thing for him.  - - We had
been communicating for a couple of weeks via e-mail and talking on the
phone, and more and more, he would throw in sexual comments, no doubt to
see how I would respond.  Until one night, he upped the stakes and sent me
naked pictures of himself: him lying on the bed, his body well-toned, abs
showing, cock held in his hand.  I wanted so bad to put his dick in my
mouth and to finally, finally lose my virginity.  The next night, he asked
if I wanted to watch some movies at his place.  He offered to pick me up,
to which I quickly said yes.  He picked me up after school, and brought me
over to his apartment.  It was a nice place in an expensive part of town.
Whatever this man did for a living, he did well.  As I soon found out, that
wasn't the only thing he did well...  "You want to watch some porn?"
"Sure," I said.  My nerves were ratcheting up at this point.  Was this
really it?  Was this happening?  I watched the images come across the
screen, hot men sucking each other off, taking it deep into their asses.  I
was hard underneath my uniform pants, and ached to touch myself.  Even
more, I felt my ass get jealous of those asses on the t.v., taking all that
dick while my own still had never really been touched.  My heart was racing
as I felt how close this man was to me, how near I may have been to
actually going all the way with this guy.  When my mouth started to get
dry, I knew I needed some water.  "I'm thirsty," I said.  "Sure.  The
kitchens right through there, help yourself." I nodded and got up, walking
into the small kitchen.  I found a bottle of water and began gulping it
down.  That's when he turned off the lights.  The entire apartment was
pitch black, and my nerves were amplified.  "I can't see," I complained. 
"Don't worry, I'll come get you," he said, and in a moment, I felt him near
me.  I swallowed the last bit of water as I felt his body press against
mine, pushing me against the counter.  In a second, his lips were on mine,
and I met them feverishly.  I dropped the empty bottle and put my hands on
his rock solid body, groping him, feeling his muscled flesh.  My tongue
matching his, intertwining between our mouths.  I needed him.  Wanted him.
My hands flew to his belt, and to my surprise, quickly unbuckled them and
unfastened his jeans.  Blindly I reached into his pants, my hand reaching
for his cock, fingers wrapping around his hard, hot, shaft.  I wanted to
taste him so bad that right there on the kitchen floor, I dropped to my
knees.  Taking the head between my lips, my tongue flicking on the
underside, circling around it.  Slowly, I took the length of him deeper
into my hot, wet mouth, my tongue continuously licking around him,
massaging the underside of his cock.  It felt great to feel him in the back
of my throat, his pubic hair in my nose, the smell of him, a manly, musky
scent filling my nostrils.  I could hear his gasps as I slowly slid back
up, lips firmly tightened around him, tongue working him.  I brought my
hands up to his jeans to pull them down, but he grabbed my wrists before I
could.  "Let's go to the bedroom," he said, lifting me up, his cock
plopping out of my wet mouth.  He took me by the hand, leading me into his
dark bedroom.  It didn't take long for him to pick me up and toss me onto
the bed, even less time for him to be on top of me, his bare cock pressing
against my pants.  He was kissing me hard and deep, and I struggled to pull
his shirt off.  Once our lips parted and his shirt came over his head, he
pulled mine off, throwing it across the room.  As soon as my arms were
clear, I pulled his pants off, his cock fully free.  It was long, about
seven inches, but it wasn't very thick, which was probably a good thing for
my first time, even though the dildo I'd been using was significantly
thicker.  My loafers came off with my pants following quickly thereafter.
He was kneeling between my legs.  My heart was beating faster and faster,
my nerves on edge as he flipped me over onto my stomach.  I got to my hands
and knees, presenting him with my virgin ass.  "God, you have an amazing
ass," he said, as he began rummaging through the drawer on the night stand.
I watched as he pulled out a tube of lube.  This was it, I thought, finally
going to get fucked for the first time.  From the looks of him, his
chiseled abs, his perfectly formed pecs, I knew he was going to fuck me
like an animal.  The lube squirted out onto his hand, and he disappeared
behind me.  I looked over my shoulder as I saw him prepare to mount me. 
One hand went to my ass cheek, cupping it, as his other hand directed his
swollen head up to my wanting hole.  I felt the head poke against me, my
ass resisting entrance at first.  But I wanted him so bad, I pushed back
against him until I felt my hole envelop his cock.  He slid into me, my
body crying out at the initial pain.  I couldn't stop though, I'd come too
far, wanted it for too long and even despite my hole's protests, I pushed
back against him until I felt his thighs resting against the back of my
cheeks.  I turned my head back around, placing it on the pillow, my back
arched, ass perked up at him.  He grabbed my hips and started to move
inside of me.  The pain began to ebb as I loosened up, relaxed.  Once he
felt me loosen up, he unleashed a fury onto my hole, to the likes of which
to this day I haven't felt again.  He pulled my hips back as he slammed
into me, my cheeks rippling with each thrust.  I wanted it harder, and
pushed back against him, thrusting hard backwards as he thrusted forward,
the sounds of our bodies coming together filling the room.  It was so loud,
I worried the neighbors might hear it.  "I could fuck you forever," he
panted.  "Do.  Never-stop-fuck-ing-me!" I said back to him, between his
jackhammer thrusts.  I felt my cheeks collide against his hard body, his
cock seeming to reach my throat, I could feel the sensations throughout my
lower body and they seemed to reach to my very core.  Over and over he
ravaged my ass, not holding back, just fucking me with reckless, wild
abandon.  He bent over me, grabbing underneath my shoulders, grinding his
hips into me.  From somewhere deep within, he managed to find the energy to
pick up the pace.  Faster and harder he fucked me, pulling me hard back
into his thrusting shaft.  I had no reprieve, no space between us.  Just a
constant barrage of ass pounding.  He let go of my arms and took position
holding my hips again.  The sheer force of his body, his cock slamming into
me was making my legs weak.  I fell over onto my side for a brief break,
but none was coming.  He expertly slid beside me, grabbing the top of my
thigh and my free arm, and kept pulling me into his violent thrusts.  This
position felt incredible, so incredible I never wanted it to stop.  "Fuck
me, please..." I moaned.  And fuck me he did, his balls slapping against an
ass cheek as he pummeled me.  His pace quickened even more, and he was like
a rabbit, pumping in and out faster and faster, until finally he pulled out
of me, leaving me feel so empty.  I desperately wanted him back inside of
me, but the next thing I felt was his warm cum shooting onto my ass cheek
and leg.  He let out a moan as he drained himself on me.  He knelt there
for a second, trying to catch his breath.  "I'll get you a towel," he said,
starting to get up.  "Wait.." I said, trying to catch my own breath, trying
to deal with the sensation of my hole no longer occupied.  "Can you feed it
to me?" I asked, not even sure how these words were coming out of my mouth.
He seemed to pause for a second, before he gathered up the cum from my ass
and legs onto his fingers.  "This is what you want?" "Mmhmm," I replied. 
He grinned as he pushed his fingers into my mouth.  I licked them clean,
tasting his salty man juice on my tongue.  As he pulled his fingers out, I
looked at him.  "Let me clean the rest of you off," I asked.  He complied,
kneeling beside my face, his flaccid, cum dripping cock in front of my
lips. I took it into my mouth, sucking the rest of the cum out of the very
cock that had just fucked my ass.  The smells and sensations were so great,
I was ready to do it again.  His now clean cock came out of my mouth and he
laid down next to me.  "Your ass is incredible," he said.  Pulling me into
him.  "And where did you learn to kiss like that?" I smiled at him, the
smile of a person who had just been well-fucked.  "Catholic school." He
laughed and held on to me.  Keeping me close until he was ready to go at it
again.  Sadly, he and I only had sex one last time after that.  It left me
in a constant search for someone to fuck me just as good.  Maybe it was
because it was my first time, or maybe it was because he was really that
good; but since then, though I've had all sorts of lovers, all different
sizes of cocks, some bigger, some smaller, none have been able to work my
ass like his did.  I will always remember it, and always long for someone
to come along, and fuck my ass just a good again.