I left home at 18 to go to university shortly after gay sex had been legalised – but only for men over 21. I was from a small town and although I’d been tossed off a couple times by older men I’d never had true gay sex.

 I hoped to find some in the big city with my new-found freedom but where to look? I certainly wasn’t going to hang about in the filthy toilets that abounded in those days and risk getting caught.

A couple of nights a week I’d book a late meal in hall then work in college before going to the local baths for a swim. I went half an hour before it closed when the pool was nearly empty.  One night there was only myself, some ladies and another guy I’d seen there before. When they called time I stripped off my trunks in the communal shower to wash off the chlorine. The other guy, late twenties, mid height, slim build with curly dark hair followed me in and did the same. As I stood under the shower I could feel him near me and he bumped into me a few times as one or other of us turned round. It felt lovely having another naked body touching me, however briefly, and I got a bit of a lob on. I was a bit embarrassed so went to my locker to dry off and get dressed. His locker was near mine and we talked as we dressed and he asked about me. I told him I was staying in hall and he said he had a flat only about half a mile away from it. He asked if I’d like a lift in his car as he was going that way, and I readily accepted. We talked as he drove and he asked if I’d like to call at his place for a drink then he’d drive me to hall so I’d not miss dinner. I said OK and we went to his third floor flat in a converted Victorian house in a quiet neighbourhood. I sat on the sofa and he brought me rum & coke then sat next to me with his drink. He rested his hand on my thigh and it felt so nice I was getting a lob on again. He asked if I had a girlfriend and when I said no he gripped my crotch and said the girls didn’t know what they were missing. He left his hand on my crotch rubbing, it gently so I got really hard. He could clearly feel it and gripped my prick through my jeans. When I didn’t object he undid my flies and took out my raging hard on. I was in heaven.  He remarked that he’d seen my lob at the pools and thought I might be interested and I said I was but didn’t know where to find men where it was safe. He wanked me slowly then he pulled down my jeans and kecks to release me properly and continued to wank me whilst cupping my balls. After all that pent-up frustration I soon came and shot a big load in his hand. I said I was sorry but he laughed and said it was just natural and nothing to be sorry about. We cleaned off the spunk, I got dressed properly and he drove me back to hall. He gave me his phone number and told me I knew where he lived so I could come round anytime. I said that I was free the following evening, a Friday, and I’d come after dinner in hall. Before I got out of the car he leaned over and kissed me on the lips. It felt so good.

The next night I walked over to his flat, arriving about 8-30. He opened the door to me dressed in a silky dressing gown. He kissed me at the door then we again sat on the sofa drinking rum & coke. We talked for a long time with him resting his hand on my thigh then gently rubbing my crotch. Then he asked if I’d like to resume where we left off the previous night and when I said yes he took me by the hand and led me to the bedroom.  He undressed me slowly and when he took down my kecks my hard on sprang out. He slid out of his gown and I saw he was naked underneath with a beautiful smooth body. He turned down the lights, pealed back the bed covers and told me to get in. We climbed into bed together and we were soon kissing, cuddling and fondling each other, very inexpertly in my case, but it was lovely feeling his cock grow hard as I wanked it slowly. He wanked me slowly too then went under the covers and gently sucked my bell-end whilst squeezing my balls. I nearly came again but he stopped before I did and we resumed our kissing and caressing.                                                                                                                                                                                                                     He asked if I’d ever fucked a nan and I blurted out that I hadn’t. He asked if I’d like to fuck him and I said yes if he’d like me too. I didn’t know how to do it but he lay on his back with a big pillow under his bum. He put a load of cream on my prick then guided me into him as I knelt between his legs. It felt beautiful sliding into his sweet hole and feeling the warmth round my prick and his muscles gripping me. I fucked him slowly as I didn’t want to come straight away. I could feel his buttocks rising up to meet my thrusts so that I went deep into him with every one. He started to wank himself as I fucked him and after a while I felt his body tense up and grip me tightly as he came. That was the trigger for me and I came shortly after, shooting my load deep into him and feeling my prick throbbing against his gripping muscles.

We lay there in the bed exhausted and spunk covered. He produced a towel to wipe it up then we lay there cuddling and kissing each other occasionally. I said I’d better get back to hall but he said that as I didn’t have to get up the following day I could stay there the night if I wished. We had another drink then returned to bed naked and slept close together.

 When I awoke in the morning he was wearing his dressing gown and bringing me coffee. He climbed back into bed with me naked and as I drank he coffee he was gently caressing my thighs. I rolled down into the bed and we were soon kissing, cuddling and fondling each other again. We were soon both hard and he asked if I’d like to fuck him again. I responded eagerly and I was soon on my knees between his thighs but this time fucking him more slowly and gently despite his return thrusts. We kissed as we fucked and it was really beautiful making love unhurriedly like that. However it was not to last as he started tweaking my nipples which made me really horny and again I again shot my load, pushing my prick deep into him as I did so. I rolled off him and lay there exhausted next to him. As I cuddled him I realised that he was still hard so I gently wanked him. He asked if he could fuck me, making it clear he knew it would be my first time and that he would be very gentle with me. He was not very big so I agreed to try and lay on my back with a pillow under my bum as he had done. He put loads of cream up my hole and on his cock then he told me to relax and to push out as if I was crapping. He climbed between my thighs and after a couple of tries I felt his prick push inside of me. It hurt like hell at first but as he worked it in and out slowly, getting progressively deeper, it began to feel lovely as if he was filling my whole body. I put my legs up behind his back, pulling him on to me so that I could kiss him as he fucked me gently. It seemed to go on for a long time before he finally thrust deep into me and I felt his body tense as he came hot spunk deep inside me. He collapsed on to me then rolled off and we lay close side by side. We kissed and cuddled again and he told me that I was no longer a virgin but could now take it like a man.

After that day we became regular lovers and I would visit him two or three times a week, usually sleeping over on Friday or Saturday nights. I always made love to him but sometimes he was content with my wanking him off when I much preferred him to come inside me. He was a very gentle and considerate lover and taught me different positions, new tricks and how to suck cock without making my partner come.