When the time came, all of this came together.
My first experience of penetrative s****l intercourse with him did not feel good; it caused me some slight pain, more than discomfort, even though he’d sucked me beforehand, presumably, to lubricate me, as though I needed it, before spreading my thighs and mounting me. He had been circumcised but that wasn’t the problem; there was plenty wetness to ease his entry: the problem was I was small; I was tight: I was a virgin and he was enormous.
Even so, he was very tender with me; he kept-on reassuring me; and his gentle words were like balm on a scald, ‘It’s ok, don’t worry, just relax’ and, gradually, I felt myself ‘give’ and, as I relaxed, I felt myself opening to his penetration.
His movements were slow; his lust was well-contained; he neve
