I had known him for several years, and in that time we had become quite good friends sharing many common interests and enjoying time spent together alone and with friends. It was because of our closeness that I selected him as the first to take my ass.
This was a much considered decision on my part as I had mixed feelings about having a cock in my ass at all. On one hand I had heard all the horrible things, mostly of the pain, that were associated with someone getting fucked in the ass. At the same time I had heard of the vivid pleasures many receive from that very same action. My dilemma was intrigue of the pleasure but fear of the pain.
Some others I knew told me that in their intimate time with him he was always gentle, caring, and considerate when that was required, but when the need was for rough, pounding, insensitive fucking he was willing and capable of providing that also. Whatever was needed by his partner he gave willingly before he satisfied his own carnal needs. The one thing each of those people agreed on was at the end he always reverted to his gently, caring, and considerate ways.
I knew he was the right person to approach about taking my anal virginity; an occurrence I had resisted for many years. Some may ask why now, and I can not fully explain because I do not fully understand the signals from my psyche. It came as if a cloud was lifting that suddenly I was very curious about this aspect of human sexuality I had passed by.
He was caught off guard when I approached him with my request. Over the years he had on occasion tried to initiate a more intimate relationship with me and I had always refused. I explained as best I could and he thought about it for a few days before giving me his answer. A caveat he applied was I must fully place my trust in him and have total faith he would try his very best to provide me a painless, pleasurable experience.
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