The Feint Smell of Rain

This is the actual story of a chance meeting, and the events that followed it. It had a profound influence on my life.

I have changed the names of the people involved, but all places are the actual places where the events took place. It all happened in the 1970's in South Africa, a very conservative and turbulent place at the time.

It contains scenes with sex between underage boys, but that is not the main thrust of the story. The sex scenes are there merely to tell what actually happened, and are only included where it is deemed to be necessary, to know the circumstances under which it took place and to advance the story line.

It is a poignant tale of love, discovery, triumph and tragedy experienced by two teenage boys.

The feint smell of rain

Chapter 3

When I arrived at Johannesburg station on the Saturday morning I entered the concourse from a different platform, as I took the train from West Area instead of Randfontein. While I came up the escalator and the concourse came into view, I noticed Ben, who waited at the place where I would usually have entered. His back was towards me. I sneaked up behind him and put my hands over his eyes, as he did to me the day before.

"Guess who?" I said.

He was startled and swung around with that big smile of his on his face. "Hi!" he greeted and gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Got you!" I laughed.

"Copycat" he said and gave me another hug."Gosh! I am glad to see you." he whispered in my ear.

"So am I." I whispered back.

We stopped our embrace and looked at one another.

"Didn't you bring extra clothes? I thought you are staying over." he asked when he noticed that I have no bag with me.

I explained to him the plan I had hatched not to make my Mom suspicious and that I would buy a set of clothes and a toothbrush while in the city.

"I just thought..." he said. "Where do you want to shop?"

"I don't know. Where do you want to go tonight?" I asked.

"I thought we could go to my favorite disco." he answered.

"I... Ok. But... I have never been to a disco." I confessed. "What should I wear?"

"Don't worry, I'll make sure you get the right stuff." he put me at ease.

"Then you decide where I should shop." I said.

He told me that he knew just the place, and we exited the station on the northern side into Braamfontein. Then we turned east towards Hillbrow. While on our way to the shop he had in mind, I noticed that he spoke much less than the previous days and seemed somewhat nervous. I had a nagging feeling that he might have second thoughts about us.

"What's wrong?" I eventually asked him.

"We need to talk." he said, avoiding eye contact.

I started to worry. I tugged on his arm to stop him. "What about?"

"I need to tell you something." he said. "Let's go sit somewhere."

He led me to a small Italian restaurant, just off Pretoria Street. There were a few tables on the sidewalk under a green, white and red awning. The name was Giovanni's Alforno.

When we entered the neat restaurant, a huge old guy was visible through the serving hatch to the kitchen. He noticed us and, with a thick accent, called out. "Benny, my boy! I haven'ta seen you around here for a while. You-a hungry... Yes?"

"Hi, Uncle Gio" Ben greeted back. "Not really, I just want to sit here and talk for a while. We'll just have a cold drink."

"No no no! A growing boy lika you not ahungry?" the man shouted again. "No no no! I justa finished the bolognaise for today. I bringa you and your friend some."

"Thanks, Uncle Gio." Ben called back to the kitchen, and then said to me "No use arguing. Uncle Gio is always hungry and thinks everybody else is too."

I smiled at his comment and we sat down at a table in a back corner. I noticed that he was uneasy and was still not looking me in the eyes.

"What is wrong, Ben?" I asked. "What do you want to tell me?"

"I... It's difficult. I don't know if you'll hate me..." he struggled.

"You have second thoughts...?" I asked. "Do you want me to rather go?"

"No!" he quickly said. "It's not that, but... I have to tell you about me."

"I'm listening." I said, just as the old man came out of the kitchen with two huge plates of spaghetti bolognaise towards our table.

"Uncle Gio!" Ben exclaimed when the old man put the plates on the table. "These plates are huge! We'll never be able to finish it."

"You boys eat." Uncle Gio said in his loud voice. "No argument, I know boysa always hungry. Eat!"

We looked at the huge plates of food in front of us. "Don't worry," Ben said softly as the old man walked back into the kitchen "you don't have to finish it. If you do, he'll just bring some more."

"Talk now." I impatiently demanded.

"OK, here goes." he said. "The other morning, when I asked if you had time, you interpreted the question wrong. I did not want to know what the time was. I wanted to know if you had time for quick sex in the toilets."

I looked at him in shock, while my jaw involuntary dropped.

"Yes, I am a hustler. A rent boy. I hustle sex for money." he said as he saw the expression on my face. "I looked at you and thought you might be up for it. You were well dressed, so you would have had money to pay. I was first amused when I realized that maybe you had no idea what I was on about, and then fascinated. I decided to try and get to have sex with you. It was a challenge. That was why I made an arse of myself following you."

I was lost for words. I just sat there looking at him.

"Then," he continued "as I spent time with you, I realized that you really had no idea what I was on about. Then I started to see you in a different light. Not just a trick. Not just some anonymous guy to get off, but a real person. I have never known anyone like you before. I fell for you right away. That's what I told that guy at the restaurant and what pissed you off..." Ben stopped talking as he noticed the old man approaching.

The food on the table was still untouched when Uncle Gio put two glasses of Coke down on the table.

"You boysa eat!" he said sternly as he walked away.

His intervention broke the thick atmosphere between us as Ben quietly said "I suppose we should eat then."

I twirled my fork in the spaghetti and looked up at him. His face was somber and I noticed pained expression on his face. I did not no how to react to his revelation. Why would he do that? What type of person sells himself in toilets? That was something completely beyond my frame of reference.

"I do not understand" I said. "Why would you do that?"

"What?" he asked.

"Hustle." I said looking at him.

"Don't you judge me." he shot back at me. "We do not all have cozy privileged lives. Some of us have to do what we have to do to survive. If you grew up the way I did, you would most probably do it as well."

I was a bit hurt by his outburst. "I am not judging. I am trying to understand." I said. "How did you grow up?"

"My mother was fourteen when I was born. She left home when she became pregnant and lived on the streets. Then she was taken in by a man and lived with him for a while. I was looked after by other people around us mostly, as she was always too out of it and she could not look after me. She died of an overdose two years ago." He had tears in his eyes as he told me.

I put my hand on his. "I'm sorry."

"You know," he continued "when she was still alive I used to hate her for what she put me through, but... but now that she is dead I live with this guilt. Your mother is your mother, and although I thought I hated her at the time, I realize now that I always loved her. Regardless."

We were so lost in his words that we did not notice Uncle Gio next to us again. He held out a hanky to Ben. "Here, wipa those eyes. This boy upset you?" he asked as he scowled in my direction.

"No, Uncle Gio, I am just telling him about my mother." he answered as he wiped his eyes and nose and held the hanky for the old man to take back.

"Now, you talka nice about her, you hear." Uncle Gio said with his gruff loud voice. "Keep thata." he said as he gestured to the hanky. "Thata girl had a good heart. She justa never had no chance."

"I know." Ben said.

"Eat!" boomed Uncle Gio as he walked away. "It will make-a you feel betta."

"Does the old man know about you... you know...?" I asked as soon as Uncle Gio was away from the table.

"No." he answered. "At least I think not. He knows I am gay though... but stories travel, you know, and I've...I've been doing it for years. And...I am sure if he did know he would have preached to me about it by now."

"How long... you... hustling?" I asked.

"Since forever." he said looked me straight in the eyes.

"I... I still do not..." I was still wracking my brain trying to understand.

"I've been sexually active ever since I can remember." he said. "It was nothing strange to me. We've all been where I grew up, because that is how it was. Not one of us thought that it was wrong when the old guy in the flat next door sucked you off or fucked you. It was part of life. And just as part of life is hustling in the streets."

"I'm sorry." I said. "Sorry about your mom and sorry about you being molested. I think I am starting to understand."

"Molested..." he chuckled. "Being molested is when you are being made to do something against your will. Believe me, I was never molested."

"You mean wanted it? Even when you were small?" I asked disbelievingly.

"Have you ever had any sexual activity you did not like?" he asked in return.

I thought about it for a few seconds. "Not yet." I answered.

"Now that you know about me...?" Ben asked looking at me.

"Well..." I started "thanks for being honest, but where do I fit into the picture? You forced yourself on me, figuratively speaking, and I allowed it... against my better judgment. I thought... I started to care for you, you know..."

"And I for you!" he said taking my hand in his. "As I said before, at first I thought of you as some kind of conquest... some challenge, but then when I got to know you better... I never felt before... like I feel about you. Like I said, I have never met anyone like you before." He looked deep into my eyes before asking again. "Does it make a difference now that you know?"

I thought about it. He looked sincere. I still liked him, maybe even a little more than before I knew about his life. I also felt deeply sorry for him. His confession opened my eyes to a whole world that I did not even know existed a few minutes before.

Where I was growing up, our society was more egalitarian. People mostly worked on the mines and received good salaries. If you were perceived to be poor, it was generally accepted that it was your own fault. Although, there were surely dysfunctional families in the community, it was well hidden from others. Sexual activity amongst us kids did happen clandestinely, and there were the odd old weirdoes who would try and get in your pants, but they were generally avoided.

He gaze was still fixed on my face as I answered. "I am willing to give you the benefit of the doubt."

His face immediately lit up. "At least it is not a "no". You still going to stay over?"

"That was the plan." I answered.

"Then we'll have to go buy that outfit." he said as he stood up from the table. He walked towards the serving window at the kitchen. "Thanks for the bolly Uncle Gio."

"You boysa finish it?" Uncle Gio asked while he came into the dining area. "No no no, you not even toucha. My food-a not good enough?" he complained as he noticed that the food was hardly touched.

"What a question, Uncle Gio? You know I love your food, but I told you I wasn't hungry." Ben tried to placate the old man.

"Go go go." Uncle Gio said as he shooed us out the door. "Soma hungry hobo will eata the left over. Madre Mia, nota hungry!" he said to himself as we greeted him going out the door.

We walked eastwards down Pretoria Street then up the one block to Kotze Street. I noticed that Ben is back to his chirpy smiling self. Just off Highpoint he dragged me behind him into a clothing shop, Exclusive Men's Fashions.

Immediately when we entered the salesman, a skinny man, maybe in his mid thirties, came trotting over. He was dressed in very narrow black slacks, a very gaudy, also very tight, multicolored shirt and a wide yellow tie. "Oooh, what do we have here?" he greeted us with a very lilting effeminate voice. "What did you bring me, Honey?" he asked Ben. Then he looked me up and down. "I just looove blond boys!"

"Hi Brenda" Ben greeted the man. "Hands off, this blonde is mine." he said, putting his arm possessively around my waist before introducing us. "Fred" he said while giving me another squeeze. "Brenda" he gestured towards the man.

"Hi. Um...Brenda" I greeted the man.

The confusion must have shown clearly on my face, because the man started laughing and said with a flourish. "Yes dear, Brenda, tranny extraordinaire! Where did you get this one, Honey?" he asked while he gave Ben a conspiratory wink.

I had no idea what a tranny was.

"He fell into my lap." Ben answered.

"Oooh, I see..." he said still appraising me."Hope he fell head first. Definitely have the lips for that..." He put his finger in his pouting mouth and pulled it out slowly while he raised his eyebrows.

"Knock it off, Brenda. We are looking for an outfit for my boyfriend. Were going to Club Europa tonight." Ben said.

My head spun towards Ben when I heard the word "boyfriend". He noticed and gave me a wink and peck on the cheek.

"Nice... I was wondering which establishment to grace with my stunning presence tonight. Thanks for helping me make up my mind, Honey. Anything in particular in mind my dear?" Brenda asked while he looked me up and down again.

I tried on several outfits. Ben had his hands full trying to keep Brenda out of the fitting room. Eventually they decided on an outfit. Cream gabardine bell bottoms, a shiny royal blue shirt, a black short cut jacket with a zipper and black high heeled shoes with just a hint of a platform. I thought I looked quite good and so did they.

Brenda gave us a thirty percent discount and we paid for the clothes before leaving, with Brenda calling "See you lovebirds tonight!" after us.

"Now to my humble abode." said Ben as we turned right down Twist Street. "I hope you're ready for it, things can get hectic sometimes."

He explained that he shared a flat with an older gay guy, also a tranny that he knew ever since he can remember.

"Forgive my stupidity," I said "but what exactly is a tranny?"

He laughed out loud before winking and said. "You are innocent, aren't you?" He put one arm around my shoulder briefly, and then he went on to explain. "Tranny... transvestite... a cross dresser... a guy who wears dresses."

At last understood. Then he told me that the flat was the gathering place for the rent boys in the area. They were always in and out, and there were several boys staying there at the time.

When we crossed the bridge over the railway lines, he turned left and headed towards an old two story building situated behind the Ster Cinerama. We walked up the red polished stairs and entered the first flat to the right of the stairs.

The lounge was quite spacious with an old wooden suite with throws covering the cushions. A large area rug with an autumn leaf pattern was on the parquet floor. A ball and claw coffee table was in the middle of the rug and a lamp in one corner of the room. There were numerous framed drawings, sketches and paintings of different sizes in frames against walls, the male body being the common theme.

Behind one of the couches was a large room divider, with two bunk beds behind it in what was supposed to be the dining area. A small kitchen was in the corner next to it. The place was neat and clean.

"Anybody home!" he shouted.

I smelled a strange smell, not unlike burning grass and chemicals inside the flat.

A small boy, maybe nine or ten came out of the bathroom next to the kitchen and closed the door behind him again. He had a plastic bag in his one hand, filled with a sticky light brown substance. He seemed in a sort of trance and slurred his words when he greeted us. "Hi Ben... where have you been?" He looked at me with vacant eyes. "Hi."

"You been sniffing glue again?" Ben asked him. "I warned you about that stuff. It's going to kill you. If not that, it is going to make you even dumber than you already are, you little shit!"

"Yeah, fuck you too." the boy said as he left the flat.

Ben looked at me and he shrugged his shoulders. "Arsehole." he said and headed to the bathroom. I followed him as he opened the door. There were four boys inside, two preteens and two boys a little younger than us. The room was heavy with smoke.

"At least open the window" he told them. "The whole place stinks. Where's Bernie?" he asked no one in particular.

Nobody answered him.

He closed the door again. "This is my room." he pointed to the door opposite the bathroom. "Let's put your things down."

The door was bolted with two sliding bolts, one at the top and one at the bottom. "You have to be careful." he said as he opened the locks, "Some of these guys will sell the whole place if given the chance."

"Am I mistaken or are those guys smoking weed? Aren't they a bit young?" I asked.

"Rather that than sniffing glue." he said matter of factly.

We entered the room and Ben closed the door behind him. It was pitch dark inside, even though the sun was shining outside. Ben walked over and opened the curtains. As the light entered the room I was stunned.

It was as if I was instantly transported to a different place. The large room had shiny black walls and the same black ceiling. The cornice was shiny silver. Floor to ceiling black velvet curtains, with intricate white lace curtaining behind it, covered the entire wall where the smallish window was situated. His headboard, dressing table, chest of drawers and two wardrobes were painted silver. There was a large white shaggy carpet under the bed on the black painted parquet floor. The bedspread was bright red satin and there were cushions of all shapes, sizes and textures in black and different shades of grey and red against the headboard. A pair of chrome framed black leather chairs were situated opposite the television that was on the chest of drawers. The pictures on the walls were more of the same that I noticed in the lounge.

He looked at me proudly as I took it all in. "Wow!" was all I could say. "Wow!"

"Welcome to my little heaven on earth." he said.

"Wow, this is stunning! Who's the artist?" I asked, still taking everything in.

"I gather you like it?" he asked, taking my parcels and putting it on one of the chairs.

"Like... I love it!" I said.

"And I love you..." He took me in his arms and looked deep into my eyes. "At last... alone..." he said and started to kiss me passionately.

This was the moment we had both been waiting for ever since we met. While we kissed, he gently pushed me backwards. I felt the bed against my legs and fell backwards onto it, with him on top of me, while our tongues still wrestled. I instantly had a raging hard-on and could feel that he had one as well as he gently grinded his hips against mine.

After a few minutes, I felt that if we did not stop immediately I was going to cum. I pulled my lips away from his. "Stop... stop... please." I begged.

He looked confused as he asked. "Why, don't you like it?"

"I am on the edge" I informed him softly. "If we don't stop now, I am going to come in my pants."

He rolled of me and lay down on his back next to me. "That was so nice." he said.

"Sorry." I apologized.

"No problem," he said. He turned on his side towards me and raised himself on one arm, and threw his one leg over mine. He looked into my eyes "We don't want to waste that first orgasm together." Then he kissed my forehead then my eyes then my nose before landing a kiss on my mouth again. All the time I could feel that hard-on of his pressed against my hip.

"You ever smoked weed before?" he asked after a while as we lay there and studied one another's' eyes.

"No." I answered.

"You want to." he asked again.

I thought about it. I want to make him happy, and if he wants me to, I'll do it. That was something I always thought about trying, I just never had the opportunity before. "Yes, if you want to."

"I need a joint now." he said. "But you should not feel obliged. If you don't want to it is fine with me."

"No, I want to." I committed myself.

We got up off the bed and Ben immediately straightened the ruffled bedspread. Then he took a red box out of one of the dressing table drawers, opened the bedroom door and went over to the bathroom to chase the boys that were in there out.

"Come on." he said "make space for the grown ups. Look at the bunch of you! Sorry sight. Outside! The tricks are waiting. You can't earn your keep if you stagnate here the whole day. It's Saturday, for goodness sake!"

"But I had three tricks this morning..." said one if the preteen boys holding out three five rand notes from his pocket to Ben. He was beautiful blond boy, with red cheeks, full red lips and dreamy blue eyes.

He took two and gave the boy one back. "Good, but look at those sneakers of yours. One of these days your toes are going to peep out." he said with a smile, ruffling the boy's hair with his one hand.

They all protested profusely but left the flat none the less.

"Gosh," I said with a smile as we both sat down in the edge of the bath "you are strict. And then you take the poor boy's money"

He laughed. "They know me; I do not take their shit." Then he continued more seriously. "There are no free rides in life. If they live here, they pay their way. If they do not want to, they are free to leave and sleep in the streets. Anyway, Jamie does need new sneakers. He is only seven. He won't go and buy his own sneakers, that's why I took his money." he explained."

"If you say so, Sir." I said with mock deference.

He continued. "We do not ask much. They must obey the few rules and one or two tricks a day can pay for their stay here. The rest is theirs to do with as they like."

"Only seven?" I asked disbelievingly as what he told me about Jamie hit home. "How did he end up here?"

"Like they all do. Circumstances at home that drives them away." he said matter of factly.

"But hustling at seven..." I was trying to get my head around it.

"I hustled at seven, and so did every one of those boys. And the younger the better, especially if you have Jamie's looks. The tricks love him. He is our star attraction around here. Anyway, we look out for the little ones." he explained further.

"I can't believe... you..." I started but decided to leave to there.

Ben looked at me. "I know that you have difficulty understanding," he said softly "but what you see here is my reality." He continued looking at me for a few seconds, and then he said. "Let's make that joint."

He opened the box and started to take out some bank bags with weed, while he contemplated each one. "Durban Poison... Swazi Gold... Seedless... Red Beard... Malawi Gold... Which one would fit the occasion? The Swazi I think... light on the chest for a first timer." he said and winked at me.

I sat and watched as he crushed the green heads between his fingers on a folded newspaper. Then he held the newspaper at an angle against his chest and rolled out the pips by gently pushing the weed upwards continuously. When He was satisfied that all the pips had been removed, he took a piece of a cigarette and mixed it with the weed.

Then he took three cigarette papers from a packet and glued them together. After that he expertly held the papers between two fingers of his left hand and packed the weed onto it. Then he rolled the joint, thick at one end and gently tapering to the other end, glued it and twisted the one side and flattened the other.

He proudly displayed it to me once he was finished. "Perfect torpedo spiff." he bragged.

"You are quite the expert." I complimented him.

He gave a chuckle before he said "Experience."

He lit the joint, took two big drags on it, and blew the big balls of smoke into the air with a satisfied look on his face. Then he handed it to me.

I took a drag on it, sucking the smoke into my mouth before I blew it out again.

"You must drag the smoke directly into your lungs." he said. He took the joint from me and showed me how to do it properly. Then he gave it back, while he said. "I want to see you blow the smoke out of your nose, then we know you did it right."

I puffed on the joint again, taking care to do it the way he had directed me. The smoke burned my throat and I started coughing. My eyes were filled with tears when the coughing eventually stopped. "Sorry," I croaked "I am not a smoker."

"Not to worry," he put me at ease "just be more gentle with it. Take smaller tokes."

I sucked the smoke in more slowly. I still wanted to cough from the smoke in my throat, but was able to control it. I blew the smoke out of my nose, to show him that I did get it in my lungs. Then I handed the joint to him again.

"Great, you are getting the hang of it." he said as he gently patted me on the back.

As we smoked the joint I could feel a nice contented feeling gently creep into my senses. I was a bit light headed, but enjoyed the experience. It was as if time started dragging just a little bit.

"This feels nice." I let him know.

"I am glad." he said. "Sometimes one doesn't feel anything the first time. Or it just makes you sleepy, but I knew the Swazi would do the thing"

He smoked the last of the joint until it started to burn his fingers. Then he flushed the end down the toilet. He packed everything away in the red box and closed it. We continued to sit in silence on the rim of the bath for a while and enjoyed the feeling the weed gave us.

Then Ben said."I am so happy you are here."

"So am I." I said.

"I fell in love with you, you know." he declared his love for the second time.

"I think... I love you too." I reciprocated his words.

"You think... I think we can go and work on that first orgasm together?" he said as he smiled in my direction.

"I think we should." I said. My voice trembled just a little from the butterflies in my stomach and the effects of the weed.

He took my hand and led me into his bedroom, locked the door behind us and stashed the red box back in the drawer. He removed the red bedspread, folded it, and put it on one of the chairs. Then he threw the cushions in a heap on the floor next to the bed.

He came and stood in front of me, looked into my eyes and started to unbutton my shirt. After the last button, he removed the shirt and then kissed me tenderly while his hands caressed my chest and nipples.

I was completely lost in the moment. This was the first time I was going to make love, have real sex, and the significance of the moment was not lost on me. I was filled with love and desire for this guy making out with me.

Next, I felt his hands move down to my belt buckle, and he started to loosen it. Then he undid the button on my pants before he slowly pulled down my zipper. He pushed his hand into my underpants, took my raging hard-on in his hand and gently squeezed it.

"Let's get naked." he said softly, as he gave my dick one more squeeze, before he pulled his hand from my briefs.

I took of the rest of my clothes and watched him as he removed his. All the time we did not take our eyes off one another. When he stood naked in front of me I thought that it was the most beautiful sight I have ever seen.

His silky red-brown, slightly tanned skin was flawless. He was well built, not in a muscular sense, but his body had perfect proportions. His slightly raised nipples were surrounded by darker brown patches and he had a treasure trail that led from below his navel to the patch of dense dark pubic hair that surrounded his uncut, six inch, erect penis.

"God, you're so beautiful." I breathed.

"And you are just perfect." he said softly "I love your body." He stepped forward and ran his finger down the middle of my chest to my navel and then outwards to my hip while he whispered "These wide shoulders, slender middle, and tight buns." Then his hand was on my bum. He squeezed the one cheek gently and pulling my body towards him. Our dicks touched and we embraced one another and kissed and at the same time lay down on the bed. We kissed for a while. Then Ben moved down and kissed my neck and then moved further down to suck on my nipples. He kissed my stomach and then he licked a trail to my belly button and darted his tongue in and out of it. Next, he kissed me just above my pubes. It sent a shiver through my body.

He moved further down and licked my throbbing dick down it's whole length. He licked and sucked on my balls. Then he took my dick in his mouth. The feeling was amazing. This was my first blow job, apart from sucking games I played with a cousin when I was small, and I could not believe the feeling. He started sucking and moved his head up and down on it, faster and faster.

I was too much for me to take and I soon lost control. "I'm cumming!" I warned him, but it was too late and I shot my load in his mouth before he could pull away. To my surprise he just kept going and swallowed my whole load.

"You taste good." he said as he slid up my body and kissed me on my mouth again. I could taste my semen on his lips.

I could not believe the way I felt. I was not sure if the intense climax was caused by the weed or was just due to the fact that this guy, who I got to care for so much in such a short time, was the one that got me off.

"Wow, that was intense", I said as he broke our kiss. "You swallowed my cum."

"Of course, and I loved it. Have you ever been fucked?" he wanted to know.

"No," I said, "tried it once with a friend, but it was too painful, so we dropped it."

"I really want to do you" he said looking me in the eyes. "I'll be gentle, and you'll like it, I promise."

I had been dreaming about it for the last two nights and although I was a little scared, I told him. "Please, I want it."

I was surprised that even though I had just cum I still had a raging hard-on.

He took a tube of lubricant from the night stand and squeezed some out on his hand. Then he lifted my legs onto his shoulders and smeared some on my hole. He inserted one finger slowly while he looked if any pain showed on my face. Once the finger was in all the way he slowly pulled it out and then inserted two fingers. He worked the two fingers for a bit and after that inserted three fingers.

"You still comfortable?" he softly asked.

I wanted to feel his dick inside me."Fuck me now." I urged him.

"You can be on top if you want to." he offered. "That way you can control the entry at your pace."

"No," I said "I trust you."

He lubricated his dick. I realized then why it was so painful when I tried it the last time. We never thought about lubrication. I felt the gentle pressure of his dick against my hole, then he pressed more forceful and I moaned when I felt a sharp burning pain as his glans entered me.

"You OK?" he asked.

"It burns a little." I admitted.

"Tell me when the burning gets better." he said.

He stayed in me, not moving. After about a minute I could feel the burning subside.

"It is better," I let him know.

He slowly pushed his dick deeper into me. I started to like the full feeling in my arse. Then I felt the top of his legs against my buttocks, and I knew that he was completely inside me. He pulled out slowly until just his head was in me and then pushed all the way in again, and continued the motion slowly, then faster and still faster.

I could feel my dick twitch every time he passed a certain spot, and the feeling inside me was great. I moved my hips to meet his thrusts. He removed my legs from his shoulders and kissed me. The sensation of his tongue in my mouth, and his dick riding my arse simultaneously, was amazing. I was in heaven.

He rode me for a long time at different rhythms. Fast, then slower, then barely moving. We furiously kissed one another the whole time. Then he gave short quick thrusts with just about half his dick going in me with every forward push. I could feel another orgasm build inside me, and it was different to any orgasm I have ever experienced before. His dick started pulsing and he pushed it deeper and deeper inside me and whimpered softly. When I realized he was cumming I had an even better orgasm than the one I had earlier.

We lay there for a while, and continued to kiss passionately before he withdrew from me and lay down next to me while he held me.

"I love you." I whispered.

He gave me a peck on the cheek. "Then we love one another." he softly said with a smile.

"That was great. Everything I expected and more. Thanks." I told him.

"I am honoured that I was the one to pop that cherry." he whispered in my ear.

"What you said at the clothing store... about me being your boyfriend...?" I asked as I looked at him.

"I want you to be." he said.

"Then I am." I told him.

I lay next to him, with a contented feeling as he held me. This was what I have always dreamed of, having a boyfriend that I loved and that loved me just as much.