I learnt how to fuck

It was Saturday 9am and I was lying in bed wearing my flannelette pyjamas, reading a book. Suddenly there was a ring on the doorbell and my mother answered. It was my friend Alex. He was going to a special geography meeting at highschool had come round to pick up some fossil samples. I then remembered, he had told me he would need to come over early on Saturday to pick these up - but it had completely crossed my mind. I leapt out of bed as he came into my room and we went over to the fossil collection on the table near my window. 

We both looked at the fossils, deciding which ones he would need to take. Alex started making some strange noises, a bit like a cat's meow. He was looking at me and quivering a bit. I realised it was an odd situation. There I was with my pyjams on, and he was there with his outside coat. And we were looking at fossils. He was mewing. Obviously in some way I was turning him "on". I knew this was what it was, because I knew he had been involved in some sexual activity recently, and I suspected he had been turned on generally. I knew vaguely what had been happening. There was this older guy we both knew who had a shop near the school. Apparently Alex had been going round to this guy's flat on Tuesdays when his wife was out playing cards and they had done "things". I was desperate to find out from Alex what they had been up to. All he would say was that they had both taken their clothes off, they had done "things" and he was no longer a virgin. This had been going on for some weeks apparently, but then the wife found out about the visits and put an end to them.

Alex began to edge towards me. It crossed my mind that maybe this was my turn to do "things". At least I would find out what "things" were anyway. Just I was thinking this, I felt Alex's hand hold my bottom. Now, Alex's hand was much larger than mine. Alex was a really strong boy. He was a swimmer. He used to go swimming at least 3 times a week at the club. He certainly swam for the school I think he may have swum for the county. From what I could feel he was able to get both the cheeks of my bum into his one hand, which shows how big his hand was. He was holding it pretty hard. I grinned and sort of pushed back a bit into his hand. It was nice. 

I could feel myself hardening up. Then I felt his hand come round to the front of my pyjams. He then held my prick through the cloth at the front. But there was a gap in the pyjamas at the front and my prick was just popping through the gap, so Alex now had my prick in his hand. Wow but he held it so hard!

Just at that point my mother shouted "Jed!". We both froze. "I'm just going out to the shops for a few minutes!". "Ok, mum, I managed to shout, although my voice did sound rather high pitched. The door slammed. 

Alex had not let go of my prick.

I then felt Alex's body behind me. With his left hand he had undone the button and zip of his trousers, and pulled down his underpants. His prick was large and pressing into my bottom, but he had not dropped my pyjamas and I still had those on. He pushed into my body and as he did so, his hand moved the skin along my prick, forward and back, wanking me. Things started to get a bit heated and Alex was breathing more and more heavily, pushing into me and wanking me faster and faster. Eventually he gave off a muffled squeal and suddenly I felt very moist and wet around my bum and at about the same time I came as well, all over my fossils.

I didn't really know what to say to Alex, but I said something like “would you like to come right into my bumhole next time Alex?”. He said yes he would. And we left it at that. I put my pyjamas into the wash.

All I could think about for the next few days was Alex coming into my bumhole. But I did not hear from him nor had I seen him around, so I decided to seek him out. I eventually found his class, and went over to him. He looked at me rather guiltily. I said to him, it was fun the other day and did he remember his promise? He said what promise? I reminded him and he said it wasn't a promise, he'd decided not to do things any more, it wasn't for him. Oh, I said - I suppose I looked a bit crestfallen, since here I was virtually throwing myself at him and he just wasn't interested. I went off.
I then went through a difficult time. Maybe I just wasn't nice enough. I would never find anyone who really liked me. It was all going wrong. I had tried with girls but without any success at all. I had just had my first real sexual experience and it was with another boy. I longed for another experience like that. I just needed to feel complete. I had so much love in me. No one else could understand. Alex certainly didn't. What was he thinking of, one minute doing that with me, then the next deciding it wasn't right? Obviously he didn't really like me, no one liked me. I was no good.

I then remembered the older guy in the shop that Alex used to go and see. I could go to the shop and see what was going on.
When I went into the shop there were other people there, buying newspapers, cans of this and that. I looked at the sweets, listening to the conversations. I just lingered. I bet he thought I was going to take something. Eventually after what seemed an age I was the only one in the shop. I went up to the older guy and said that I was a friend of Alex’s and that he had told me “to come in to see you”. “Oh really”, said the older guy, brightening up. After a moment’s thought, he said “That’s nice of Alex, I haven’t seen him for a while. You’ve come just at the right time because I was just about to finish here”. He told me to put the closed label on the door and to wait for him in the back while he dealt with the money in the till. I went into the back and there was a small room, with a table, four wooden chairs, a kitchen sink and a kettle. After he had locked up, the older guy came into the room and asked me, “so why did you come over?”. I think he already knew. I said well, Alex and I did “things” and well … I couldn’t say anything else. 

He asked me what I would like to do. I said I didn’t know. He said “well what did you do with Alex?” So I told him. I told him how much I wanted Alex to go into my bumhole and that he was not interested any more, and how worthless I felt and no good. The older guy sat me down on one of the chairs and sat next to me. He put one arm around me and put a hand on my thigh. He said look, you are a lovely boy. Look at that lovely face of yours, let me kiss your lovely cheeks. And he kissed me. He hugged me a bit. He rubbed my thigh and said I was a very sexy boy. This I liked. It made me feel so much better. He said I was so nice and sexy, so nice and sexy and he kept rubbing my thigh and kissing me and then he started feeling my prick through my trousers, and then after that he got up and put on an electric heater in the room because he said we don’t want to be cold. He said he would love to see me with nothing on. I was pleased because I didn’t think, until now, that anyone would want to see me with nothing on. So I took all my clothes off. The older guy then sat me down again where I was before and rubbed my thigh again and kissed my cheeks again. He started caressing my shoulders, arms, body, legs and even my feet. It felt wonderful. I was getting a hard-on just from all these strokes and caresses. He asked me if I had ever been sucked off and of course I said no, since this was a first time thing for me, apart from Alex. He bent down onto my prick and starting sucking me off. 

His mouth was so warm and I didn’t have to do anything to cum which happened very quickly, it was so good. He then moved me to a standing position, put a cushion or pillow over the edge of the table and moved me onto it so that I was face down on the table. I could then hear him take his clothes off, but I couldn’t see anything because I was faced down where I had been positioned. To this day I regret that I did not look up at that point, to see (presumably) his erect penis coming towards me and ready to have me on the table. I then heard something which looking back on it was probably some vaseline or something and the next I knew was this feeling of something pushing inside me. Push, push, push. So this is what its like to be fucked I thought. Well, actually, I’m a bit disappointed. It’s like being a piece of meat. He was not even holding me. His hands were on the table. His only point of contact with me was his prick. Then after about 5 minutes or so, the pushing stopped. I turned round a bit and asked him “did you come”. He said “of course I did”. When I eventually composed myself enough to look round he had got his clothes back on. So I never did see his prick.

I never went back to the shop and I no longer yearned for Alex. However, I did learn a lot from the experience. I learned how not to fuck. It has to be something more than wham, bang thank you, boy. The foreplay is fine, but the final act must also have some panache.