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.
