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 In 1977 I was a seventeen year old at a boarding school deep in the Dorset
countryside.  My father was in the diplomatic corps, and save for brief
periods at home in London, he was more or less permanently stationed
abroad. From the age of 11 I had spent term time at school and in the
holidays I either travelled abroad to stay with my parents or stayed with
aunts and uncles in England.

   Sexually, like most of my school mates, I was wholly inexperienced. 
There were occasional episodes of mutual masturbation but overt displays of
sexuality were not approved of even amongst the boys, and if there were any
homosexual encounters they must have taken place out of my sight. 
Occasionally a "dirty mag" would do the rounds, and one or two of the older
boys boasted of their first encounters with girls.  By and large sex was
not high on the agenda.

   For me things changed in the spring term of that year.  The headmaster
had a particular interest in all things Russian and in addition to the
usual languages Russian was available as an extra subject in the
sixth-form. My parents, who hoped that I would follow my father through
Cambridge and on to the Foreign Office, had encouraged me to do Russian,
and by the age of seventeen I was sufficiently proficient in it to be
thinking of studying it at University.  As well as a Russian master the
school employed a young Czech man called Pavel who gave extra tuition in
Russian, mainly by way of one-to-one conversation sessions that were
conducted after main lessons had finished for the day.  Pavel was on a
government exchange programme.  As a 22 year Czech he had little love of
the Soviet Union, but he had been obliged to learn Russian at school from
1968 and was completely fluent in it.

   The headmaster got full value from Pavel.  As well as teaching Russian,
he coached soccer, swimming and gym, and also took the role of junior
housemaster.  This meant that he lived in one of the school's three
boarding houses where he had his own living-room/study and adjoining
bedroom.  He was expected to share the so-called "senior" bathroom with the
twenty odd sixth-form boys in the house.

   As I was keen on both soccer and swimming and was in Pavel's house I saw
a lot of him.  Although he was fairly discreet in his use of the showers
and in changing after sports, there were many occasions when he would be
seen naked - not that he would linger in that state, but simply that he was
obliged to change and wash with us.  Normally he would arrive in the
bathroom in a towelling dressing-gown and would wash in one of the
individual shower cubicles, before stepping out and drying himself and then
returning up the stairs to his rooms.  Most of the boys showed little or no
interest in each other's naked bodies, and indeed anyone caught staring
would be instantly accused of being "queer" or a "homo" to his immense
embarrassment.  Although such remarks were always made in good humour, the
gibe was still one that was best avoided.  So when Pavel appeared on the
scene my natural curiosity in this older newcomer was one that I was keen
to hide.  But that didn't mean that I did not try to take a peek at him
whenever I could - because for the first time in my young life I was aware
of being attracted to another man.

   Pavel had a fine physique, honed by many hours in the swimming-pool.  He
was tall and slim, with a flat belly and lightly muscled chest.  His limbs
were slender but strong-looking.  He had almost no body hair, save a line
of down that extended from his belly-button into his pubic hair.  His cock
was larger than any of the boys' and rested over his low-hanging balls. 
His buttocks were perfect round orbs and one of my favourite
surreptitiously snatched glimpses of him was to see him in the shower
soaping his lovely bottom.  When he bent forward to dry his feet I would
see his balls dangling between his legs, and on one occasion when he
stepped from the shower I saw that his cock was partly erect and his knob
was clearly visible beyond his foreskin.  After that he soon replaced the
busty girls of the dorm's hidden dirty mag cache as the object of my
fantasies.  Curiously although I had had no sexual experience with either
sex, I never questioned the fact that I found Pavel sexually attractive. 
It just seemed to come naturally to me and I enjoyed the warm feelings that
came with it.  It never for one moment occurred to me that he would share
such feelings for a boy and I never gave a moment's thought to the idea
that my fantasies could ever become a reality.

   However one morning a few weeks after he had joined us I found myself
alone in the bathroom with Pavel.  It was half-term and the house was all
but deserted.  I had come back a day early and was due to have a Russian
lesson with Pavel that morning.  He was having his daily shower,
luxuriating in the hot water and generously soaping his whole body.  I was
sitting on a wooden slatted bench on the opposite side of the room, taking
my time drying my feet, but in reality staring at his naked back and
fuelling my burgeoning sexual fantasies.  I must have been lost in reverie
when he turned and stepped nude from the shower and came straight towards
me heading for the towel that he had left on the hooks above the bench. 
For a moment too long I failed to avert my gaze and found myself looking
directly at his beautiful cock.  For a brief startled second I looked up
into his eyes and found myself blushing furiously.  In order to get his
towel he had to step right up to me and as he reached to get it, his cock
was no more than a foot from my face, swaying tantalizingly in front of me.
I quickly turned away and got dressed.  Ten minutes later Pavel joined me
for breakfast and again I found myself blushing, but Pavel tactfully began
chatting in Russian steering the conversation on to mundane matters
immediately.  However when he got up to go, saying he would see me in his
room at 11, he briefly patted me on the back - something that he'd never
done when the table was crowded with my house-mates.

   At the appointed hour I headed up to his rooms on the top floor of the
house and knocked on the door.  Pavel invited me to take a seat on the
leather chesterfield and made me a coffee.  The sofa was a large old
four-seater and we normally sat at opposite ends of it during our
conversation classes, but today Pavel sat a little closer than usual and
before we could begin talking in Russian, he suddenly said to me in
English, " Look, about earlier, I hope I didn't embarrass you?" Before I
could reply I could feel myself blushing for the third time that morning,
and without thinking I blurted out, "No it was my fault - I shouldn't have
been staring".  There was a moment's stunned silence and then Pavel smiled
and said, "You were staring weren't you.  I wasn't sure, but you were. 
Don't worry.  I don't mind..." and as his voice trailed off he reached out
and put a hand on my thigh.  "It's alright" he said, "Actually I wanted you
to look" "You did?" I stammered.  From there matters progressed swiftly. 
We had a faltering conversation in which he tried to assure me that there
was nothing wrong in liking other men.  Pathetically I tried to pretend
that I didn't, but we both knew I was lying and before I knew it we were
kissing.  Pavel turned my head towards him with his hand, drew my face in
and then began to kiss me, nibbling on my lips and then pressing his mouth
firmly on mine.  Soon I felt his tongue against my lips and when I opened
my mouth we began kissing in earnest, tongue on tongue.  His hand began
fumbling with my shirt buttons and within seconds my shirt was wide open
and his hand was caressing my chest and stiff nipples.  We kissed for ages,
pausing only to take gulps of breath.  Once he pulled back and looked at me
and asked if I was OK.  I responded by pulling him back towards me and we
continued our passionate embrace.  Soon his hand had descended from my
chest to my groin, and there he discovered that my teenage cock was stiff
as a rod.  He smiled and then got up off the settee and knelt between my
legs.  "Can I?" he asked.  I was completely unable to resist and gave him
my answer by leaning back on the settee sliding my bottom down towards him.
He unbuttoned my fly and then reached under me to grab the waist band of my
trousers.  I raised my bottom to help him and in one swift movement he
pulled my trousers and pants down to my knees, allowing my rampant cock to
spring free and slap against my belly.

   At the time I had absolutely no idea what gay sex involved other than
that there was something called sodomy that I was more familiar with
through the Bible than anything more recent or practical.  I knew of course
about masturbation but at the age of 17 I had no real idea that one man
could pleasure another with his mouth.  Thus it came as something of a
shock - but an extraordinarily pleasurable one - when Pavel took my penis
in his hand, angled it towards him, and after a few delicious strokes with
his hand, leaned forward and engulfed the head of my cock in his mouth.  My
head fell back on the settee, my eyes were closed, my arms limp beside me,
and there was Pavel eagerly sucking on my cock.  He had generated plenty of
saliva and his warm lips moved easily up and down.  On the upstrokes he
sucked hard, maintaining a tight seal around my shaft.  With his left hand
he was drawing the skin of my cock down towards the base, and when I felt
his other hand softly squeezing my balls I knew I was going to come in
seconds if he didn't stop.  I managed to tell him that I was going to come,
and he stopped and asked me if that was what I wanted.  I told him I wanted
to more than anything else in the world, but that I wanted it to last. 
Somehow I managed to overcome my embarrassment and tell him that I wanted
to see him naked too.

   Whilst Pavel began pulling off his clothes I undid my shoes and pulled
my trousers and pants right off.  Then I sat back and watched Pavel.  His
shirt was off, then his shoes and socks.  He took his trousers off and then
stood there in only his white Y-fronts, the shape of his rigid cock
distinct under the cotton.  And then he hooked a thumb in each side and
slowly pulled his pants down, exposing his fabulous penis, which jutted
towards me at a slight angle.  Now that his penis was fully erect there was
no sign of his foreskin, save that the skin immediately below his knob was
paler than lower down the shaft.  His knob was smooth, swollen and a
beautiful shade of pale pinky-mauve.  His balls were still hanging low, but
I could see that his scrotum had drawn them a little tighter to his cock.

   "You want to do the same to me?" he asked, and then stepped forward so
that he was standing between my legs.  I reached out tentatively and for
the first time in my life I was touching another man's penis.  It felt warm
and hard, but also silky-smooth.  Copying him I took the shaft in my hand
and drew the skin tight.  As I did so his penis arched upwards and his
pee-slit gaped open.  As I rubbed the underside of his shaft with the ball
of my thumb a bead of clear liquid appeared and oozed slowly from the tip
of his penis down the cleft in his knob.  I was entranced.  I couldn't hold
back any longer, and leaned forward extending the tip of my tongue to meet
his cock, and cautiously lapped at the sticky fluid that was dribbling from
his knob.  Soon his pre-cum was smeared all over the top of his cock and
was coating my lips too.  I pursed my lips against his cock and then
pushing forward I eased my lips over his knob.  Pavel's hands reached for
the back of the settee to steady himself and as he leaned right over me I
began to suck his cock in earnest.  As I gobbled on his penis I reached
between his legs and cupped his wonderfully heavy balls in my hand.  To my
surprise they began to tighten perceptibly in my soft grip, and soon his
ball sac was as tight and as wrinkled as two large walnuts.  However our
fellatio session did not last much longer as he gently prised my mouth off
his cock and told me that he too did not want to ejaculate just yet.

   To my surprise Pavel asked me when I had last gone to the toilet, and I
told him that I always went first thing in the morning before taking a
shower.  "Perfect!" he said, without explaining why such matters should be
of any importance.  He then gently pushed me back onto the chesterfield and
again knelt between my legs.  However this time he pulled by bottom forward
to the edge of the seat and then placing one hand behind each knee he
lifted my legs and pushed them back towards my chest, draping one over the
arm rest and asking me to take the other.  I knew of course that my anus
was now completely exposed but I never for a second guessed what was
coming. To my utter amazement he bent down and after softly kissing my
balls he curled his tongue into a tube and began probing at my anus!  He
started off moving in circles around the rim and ended with broad strokes
right across my hole.  I was in absolute ecstasy, instinctively grinding
against him, as if I wanted to take his tongue inside me.  I had never even
touched myself there and had no idea that such sensations could be produced
in a part of my body hitherto only used for defecating.

   After soaking my virgin anus with his tongue Pavel told me not to move
and then got up and disappeared into his bedroom.  He returned in seconds
holding a small tub of vaseline.  Kneeling back down in front of my gaping
arse he dipped a finger into the unguent and then began to smear it against
my anus.  Again I was reduced to mumbling ecstasy as he circled my rosebud
and then ever so gently began to press inside.  I had my eyes tightly shut,
but I could feel the not insubstantial tip of his index finger working its
way into me.  There was no pain, no discomfort, but my anus glowed with
heat and a wonderful feeling of being penetrated, slowly but irresistibly.
He paused only to add more lube to his finger and then in one steady thrust
he pushed his finger all the way in, as my anus spasmodically clutched
against him.  His finger was pointing upwards and once it was buried fully
inside me he began to press gently upwards by curling his finger.  He soon
found the spot that he was looking for, and I let him know, groaning loudly
with the pleasure of this entirely new and wonderful sensation.  He'd found
my prostate - something I never even knew existed - and his finger now
pushed insistently against it, moving in tiny circles.

   Now it was my cock's turn to start leaking pre-cum.  When I looked down
I saw that a tiny bead of dew was hanging on a thread from my knob.  Pavel
took the shaft of my cock in his left hand and began to work the skin up
and down.  It was almost as if he had turned on a miniature tap: a steady
flow of viscous liquid began to ooze from my aching cock.  Pavel lent
forward and enclosed my cock in his mouth, sucking gently whilst his finger
continued to work its magic inside my rectum.  Within seconds I felt my
balls beginning to churn and I thrust upwards trying to push the whole
length of my cock into Pavel's mouth.  Pavel sensed my impending orgasm and
began to drive his finger rapidly in and out of my anus, whilst his hand
and mouth increased their relentless pressure on my throbbing penis.  With
a barely muffled cry I erupted inside his mouth, sending several spurts of
sperm straight into his hungry throat.  My orgasm was more intense than
anything I had previously known, and as I came down from that incredible
high Pavel continued to milk me with his hand, producing two or three
lesser ejaculatory tremors that sent my semen pouring out over his lips and
fingers.  Pavel squeezed every last drop from me by running his thumb up
the underside of my shaft, and when he was satisfied that I was completely
spent, he carefully eased his finger from my anus.  I could do no more than
lie there gasping, mumbling inadequate words of thanks, and wondering if I
would ever be able to move.  I was aware too that I was in love and that I
wanted above all to please Pavel - to reciprocate in some way and to give
him the same sensations that he had given me.

   When I had recovered sufficiently to sit up I saw that Pavel's erection
was as strong as ever and that the head of his penis had swollen visibly
and was now a deep shiny pink.  I knew that I wanted him inside me and
without further discussion I turned over on the settee and knelt forward so
that my chest was resting on the back and my bottom was upturned (I hoped)
invitingly towards him.  Pavel knelt beside me on the settee and softly
kissed his way up my back to my neck.  He whispered in my ear, " Are you
sure?  You know you don't...", but before he could finish I'd told him,
"Yes, I want you inside me.  Do it to me!"

   Pavel turned my bottom towards him and I shifted so that my upper body
was now resting over the corner of the settee on the back and armrest. 
Pavel put his left foot up on the settee and kept his right foot on the
ground.  Taking me by the hips he pulled me slightly backwards and told me
to hold my buttocks apart, which I did whilst steadying myself with my head
on the back of the settee.  Pavel took the vaseline and again I felt the
delicious sensation of him applying a generous dollop to my anus, working
it in with his gentle finger.  There was a pause and I knew he was lubing
up his cock.  Then I felt his hand steadying me in the small of my back
whilst he guided his cock to my anus with the other hand.  I took a deep
breath as his knob found its mark and pressed firmly against me.  At first
I felt only pain and thought that perhaps his cock was too big for me to
admit him, but he told me to keep breathing deeply and to push back against
him and also to push out with my arse (as he called it).  Suddenly with a
palpable "plop" his knob eased forward into me and my anus was stretched
with the full width of his shaft.  He stopped, sensing I was in pain,
although I was biting my lip and trying not to cry out as he took my
virginity.  After a moment he withdrew and I felt the exquisite sensation
of the rim of his knob dragging backwards past the tight ring of my anus. I
turned to look at him, questioning his withdrawal, anxious only to have him
back inside me.  Pavel tenderly asked if I was alright, and I said, "Yes,
yes!  Come on." He asked me if it didn't hurt too much and I told him again
that I needed him inside me, now!

   Pavel again moved his penis to my anus, and this time with infinite
patience he slowly pushed inside me, pausing only when he was half-buried
in my bottom.  Then he pulled back and in a slightly quicker movement he
pushed a fraction deeper into me, repeating this process until I felt his
pubic hair against my buttocks and knew that he was completely buried
inside me.  The pain of his first attempt had given way to a warm glow that
emanated from my anus and seemed to extend deep into my gut.  He was now
holding me by my hips and as I clutched the back of the settee he began to
fuck me with steady deep thrusts.  His cock was now sliding in and out of
me completely without resistance, the muscles of my anus having totally
surrendered to a new master.  My bottom was his, and I only wanted him to
come inside me.









   After a short thrilling while, Pavel repositioned me so that I was now
kneeling face-on to the back of the chesterfield, and he was now standing
behind me.  He parted my buttocks with his hands and then aimed his penis
back at my anus and in one delicious stroke he slid deeply back into me,
penetrating further than ever.  He pulled me upright and looped his arms
under my armpits and held me tight, all the while pressing his cock
forward, mashing my buttocks against his belly.  His right hand reached
down and felt for my cock, which with the vigour of its teenage years, was
now erect again.  He began to masturbate me whilst keeping his cock deep in
my rectum.  My cock was soon leaking again and he used my precum to
lubricate his hand and give me a sensational wank.  I was groaning
incoherent delirious gibberish, begging him to fuck me (which he already
was) and building inexorably to another orgasm.  Still keeping a hand on my
cock he pushed me gently down again and stooped slightly so that his cock
was now thrusting at more of an upward angle.  The effect was instant: I
felt my anus spasming against his cock and I gasped as an orgasm overtook
me for the second time in an hour.  As my anus clutched at his cock he
thrust heavily forward and with a cry he erupted inside me.  I felt the hot
sperm spewing from Pavel's cock and bathing the walls of my rectum.  We
collapsed sideways onto the settee and I felt the final pulses of his
orgasm deep in my belly, whilst he ran his sperm covered hand all over my
slippery penis.

   We lay there panting in each others arms, until we had regained our
breath and Pavel gingerly withdrew his semi-flaccid penis from my
over-worked bottom.  When I tried to stand Pavel warned me to be careful,
"in case there's a mess", and as I got up I felt a trickle of his sperm
leaking from my anus.  We cleaned up with kleenexs and when the coast was
clear we went separately for showers.

   That afternoon I spent resting in Pavel's bed whilst he was attending to
his duties in the pool.  When he came back he stripped off and climbed
straight into bed with me.  This time our sex was languid and unhurried. 
We kissed and cuddled and fondled every part of each other's bodies.  My
bottom was too sore from its earlier deflowering for a repeat performance
that afternoon.  Instead we concentrated on pleasuring each other's penises
with our hands and mouths.  Pavel asked me if I wanted to try a
"soixante-neuf" and I said yes without having any idea of what he was
talking about.  At the time he was lying on his back with his head raised
on a pillow, whilst I was kneeling astride his chest feeding my cock in and
out of his mouth.  He slid down the bed and then turned me so that I was
now facing his feet.  Once he'd stuffed the pillow back under his head he
pulled me down by my hips and began to nibble on my balls.  I didn't need
any further encouragement.  I lent forward and took his swollen cock in my
mouth and my heart jumped when I heard him groaning his satisfaction.  He
soon reciprocated by pulling my equally stiff penis down to his lips and
then it was simply a matter of who would come first.  As I sucked
enthusiastically on his cock I was clutching each of his thighs where they
met his buttocks.  With his feet flat on the bed and his legs bent at the
knee, he opened his legs wide and I adjusted my grip so that my fingers
were now inside his buttocks, within an inch of his anus.  Taking a leaf
out of his book I dribbled some saliva down into his cleft and than began
to smear it over his anus.  At that he gave up his work on my penis and lay
there as I really went to town on him.  I worked a slippery finger right
into his anus whilst continuing to squeeze and knead the inside of his
buttocks.  My mouth was sucking insistently on his engorged knob and soon
he was thrusting upwards trying to drive his penis deeper into my mouth. 
As he did so I worked a finger from my other hand into his anus so that I
was now gripping him with two fingers inside him.  That was too much for
him and a with a deep gratified moan he gave way to his orgasm.  His semen
spurted hotly against the roof of my mouth and I had my first full taste of
another man's come.  As he thrust upwards his cock pulsed three of four
times expressing his delicious juice all over my tongue.  I savoured the
taste of him keeping the whole contents of his balls in my mouth until his
buttocks sunk back down onto the bed and his penis slipped from my mouth.
Then I manfully swallowed the whole mouthful of his sweet custardy sperm.

   After a few moments whilst Pavel gathered his breath I felt his hands on
my hips pulling me down towards his waiting mouth.  He drew just my knob
into his mouth and then gently wanked my shaft between the thumb and
fingers of one hand.  When he sensed I was ready to come he used his other
hand to pull my whole scrotum back, stretching the skin at the base of my
cock whilst his other hand continued to work on the shaft.  The joint
attention of both his hands and mouth were far too much for me: my whole
body shuddered as my balls fired their depleted load into Pavel's welcoming
mouth.  I collapsed forward and rolled off Pavel and we both enjoyed a
well-earned sleep, I for my part relishing the sensation of sharing a bed
with my new-found love.