Chapter 3

Homelife for me was pretty much a bed of roses. Our family was comfortably off, and I wanted for nothing. That’s not to say that I was spoilt, well I don’t think I was. Mum and dad lavished love and care on me and Maya, equally. I had a decent TV in my room and an up-to-date games console. Smart clothes and top notch trainers on my feet. Dad also gave me a generous allowance. I was pretty well catered for, money wise, though, I had my own bank account when I was sixteen. As soon as I had the independent account, I used it to buy stuff online.

One of the first things I bought, was a dildo. I could finally say goodbye to those plastic bottles. Now I had a seven inch long, rubber cock. It was flesh coloured, well, pinkish, and had a suction cup at the base under the balls. This wonderful thing accompanied me every time I used the shower. I stuck it on the tiles, and with the aid of some KY Jelly, I backed myself on to it and eased it up my arse. Shower time, now became a time of sexual excess. Orgasms came thick and fast as I sodomised myself and wanked to glorious climaxes, or assgasms, as I learned they were called.

All this self-gratification was all well and good, but it wasn’t the real thing. It wasn’t real life sex with an actual living man, it was fake, it was pretend. I yearned for the real thing, but not a repeat of the brutal sex that had occurred in the school toilets. I wanted sex on my terms, sex that involved finer emotions rather than raw animal lust. I wanted a man that showed me that he cared about me, considered me as a person, and not just piece of meat to be used, abused and discarded. In my idealist, naive mind, I wanted to make love and not just fuck. It wasn’t always the case but, at least I tried.

My first proper, consensual sexual encounter, came a few months after my sixteenth birthday. It wasn’t a deliberate delay to ensure the legality of consent, it just happened that way. There was guy, living in my street a few doors down the road. He always smiled and said hello when he saw me, and often chatted for a few seconds when I was cutting the grass out front of the house. I thought that he was just being friendly, but as I came to discover, he actually lusted after me. He was a nice looking bloke, in his thirties. Not as tall as me, average height, but well built. A handsome boyish face, with a thick mop of fair hair. I had never actually fancied him, but the more he engaged with me, the more I liked him. I must confess, that I did eventually have a few masturbatory fantasies about him, while in the bathroom. Little did I know that those fantasies would become a reality.