I was still an innocent 16 year old when I was introduced to the world of gay sex. I had not had any sexual experience except for the solitary kind. My cock was large even then, and was also very sensitive to the touch. I learned to use a little baby oil on my hands and spent many hours enjoying the sensations. I had not been with a girl yet although I was aware that some of my female classmates were already quite active. Most of them were having sex with older guys and they paid little attention to us.
One summer evening, my friend Phil invited me to camp out with him in the woods behind our street. He was 18 at the time, and was going to college in the fall. We had played ball together and had done a lot of fishing that summer. I gathered up my bedroll and got a 6-pack from his dad's refrigerator. Phil had the umbrella tent set up and we went inside to drink the cold beer before crawling into bed. While we were drinking, we got talking about some of the hot girls we knew. Phil told me about his night with Pauline, a well-built classmate of mine. She had invited him to visit her when her parents were out of town. They soon moved to her bedroom, and he described how great she was in bed. Phil had given her a pretty good ride and soon came hard deep inside her. She had not orgasmed yet, and Phil told her to finger her pussy until she did. He told me how hot it was to watch her chest heaving as she played with her hot snatch. Imagining the hot blooded Pauline masturbating in front of him was causing an uncomfortable tightness in my shorts.
Phil noticed my condition. With a smile, he asked if the story was getting to me. I didn't answer right off, so Phil reached across and squeezed my hard cock through the shorts. "I guess it is. Lay back on your bag so I can make you more comfortable" he said softly. Almost in a daze, I laid back. "Raise up now" he ordered. As I lifted my hips, Phil slid my shorts and underwear down my legs and tossed them on the floor. I was nervous and a little confused, but I was still hard and throbbing. I had never been exposed like this before and the strange thrill of it was keeping me up. Phil reached across to his bag and grabbed a bottle of baby oil. Taking some oil into his hands, he reached over and stroked my steel-like rod. I arched my back up to meet his hands and he slid one hand down to my ballsack. His skilled touch had me trembling. He then reached back further and eased an oiled finger into my anus. My cock throbbed hard and then exploded in several jets of hot cum. Phil rubbed the warm semen into my stomach and chest as I came down from the powerful orgasm.
I could still feel his gently probing finger in my ass. He gently massaged my chute until I started to get hard again. Phil quickly stripped off his shorts and I saw his hard cock which was tight against his abdomen. While it was not as big around as mine, it was nicely cut with a flared head. He applied more oil to his tool and moved between my legs. He pressed his cock against mine and rubbed back and forth, holding both in his hand. He then pulled back slightly, and reached under my thighs. When he lifted my legs up over his shoulders I felt my ass being lifted and spread. I was not ready for this yet. Phil was, however, and he took his cock in hand and moved the head to my puckered hole. In one smooth motion, the head of his oiled rod slid past my sphincter. Phil held this position and the burning feeling at my asshole began to subside. As I began to relax he slid a couple more inches in. He moved forward a little at a time until I felt his balls press against my asscheeks. It was a full sensation but also stimulating. My own rod, hard again, lay against my stomach. He had my legs pushed way back and was staring at his cock as it took control of me. He pulled back and then plunged back in. Soon enough, his cock was pistoning in and out of me. He started talking to me, saying "What a hot tight ass, Bruce. Feel my hot cock fucking it hard" and "Take that cock up your ass. Take it all!". Sweat was dropping from his face onto my chest. When I opened my eyes, he was staring down at me. "Tell me how good it feels" he ordered. All I could do was murmur my pleasure. After several minutes of skewering my asshole, I felt his cock swell even bigger inside me. His cock was pounding me without mercy. Suddenly, he pushed all the way in and his rod started to pump hot cum deep inside. Over and over it pulsed, until finally he collapsed on top of me.
As I laid beside him, he noticed my hard tool bouncing against my stomach. "Stroke it for me" he whispered. I reached down and grabbed my excited flesh. As I pumped it, Phil encouraged me, "Yeah, stroke it for me. Cum for me." Just like Pauline, I was masturbating for his pleasure. In less than a minute, my cock erupted again. Phil lifted some of my cum on his finger and brought it to my lips. "Taste it" he said "lick my finger clean". I did as I was told, tasting the warm nectar. Phil smiled down at me. "I'm going to want more of that hot ass and I intend to get more". He wasn't kidding; we met regularly that summer and he made my ass into his favorite pleasure tool. I learned something about myself that summer. Once a man gets my cock in his hand, he can own my body. Phil was first to find out. But there would be others.