Chapter 1 - Paul

When I was 16, I met Paul. He was 26, a TA at university, and uncertain about sleeping with someone my age. But I knew he wanted to, I'd felt his dick against my belly when I kissed him at the library car park the day we met. We made a date to the cinema, where I put my hand down his trousers in the dark. It was the first time I'd touched a penis. It was long, thin, and straight as an arrow. The skin was soft and warm, like the skin on my inner thighs. I touched him gently, afraid of being too rough, or doing something wrong. When his cock throbbed, and hot cum spurted out I knew I'd done alright. He watched as I brought my slick fingers to my lips, and licked away some of the semen, curious about the taste. He leaned his head against the seat and swore.

The next day he picked me up from school, and took me to his flat. His flat mates were out, and I knew he wouldn't be able to explain me to them anyway. His room was tiny, just a bed, a desk littered with papers, and loads of books. I sat on the bed, pulled him down next to me, and pushed his hand up my jumper. He asked again if I was sure, so I pulled my jumper off, kicked off my trainers, and wiggled out of my jeans. He stared at me like I was mental, standing naked in front of him. I asked if HE was sure, and if he knew what I was after. He rubbed his face, but nodded. I pushed him back, and pulled his trousers down around his knees. He may have been uncertain about fucking me, but his dick wasn't. It stood erect, hard and pink. I straddled him, shaking slightly, as I lowered myself onto it. That one actually hurt a bit, my breath caught, and I must have made some sort of noise. Paul said he'd thought I had done this before. I said sort of, but not really. He swore again. I started moving, pushing my hips all the way down, pushing him clumsily deeper into me. I shuddered as I moved my hips. I moved too high, and his dick kept popping out. I pushed it back in and braced myself against his chest. It took only a minute for me to figure out what I was doing, and I moved my hips rhythmically against him, feeling his cock all the way in my gut. My whole body tingled, my breath came out in loud moans, colours floated before my eyes, tiny bursts of pain shot through my tummy, mixing with unbelievable pleasure spreading out from between my legs as I moved, thinking that his dick was much too long, I didn't even realise that I'd bled. Paul grunted, grabbed my hips and pulled me off his cock, just as cum spurted out onto his belly. I hadn't come, but I knew from that moment that I would fuck as much, and as often as I could.


