My First Lover

My first lover was four or five years older than me. At first it only consisted for blowjobs every time we were together. I really enjoyed pleasing him with my mouth and the end reward. Then one afternoon he asked me to lay down on his bed because he wanted to make love to me.

He kissed and licked me everywhere. There was not one part of my that was missed as he slowly caressed, fondled and put his mouth where it had not been before. His mouth and his fingers entertaining my anus sent electricity humming through my body.

Then he rolled me on my side and moved up behind me, kissing and licking me until he cradled me in his arm, kissing my neck as his cock moved between my buttocks. I was melting to every touch of his. And then the world went still.

His hand lifted my leg up over his, then I felt it. Pressure pushing gently on my ring that soon broke and he filled me with his cock. Nothing existed to me but my love, his love and his solid manhood sliding in and out of my arse. I was his at that moment, molten into this body and his movements as he fucked my arse for the first time.

I found myself rolled onto my back and looking into his eyes as he re-entered me, slowly building up his pace until we were lip locked, kissing deeply or his beautiful mouth biting and sucking my neck as we made love until he came inside me.

I felt loved and wanted like never before during and after my first anal sex. He held into him with his arms as we relaxed. Something we did often until he moved away and lost contact with him.