Driving into the city on a Sunday was not something normal for me. I say the city, and you think of New York City or Los Angeles, but growing up on a farm where the nearest town has a population of 350 people, then go to a place where 150 thousand people live automatically classifies that place as a city.

My girlfriend had just gotten her apartment. Janie had moved out of her mother's house to live closer to campus. She would be starting her sophomore year at the local University, so living at home would not do for her.

I call Janie my girlfriend but let me clear that up. Janie was one of the daughters of my grandfather's girlfriend. I had known her for years now, of the two daughters I was closest with her.

Many visits to her home growing up while my grandfather and her mother did the dating thing, I would stay up with her for hours at a time late into the night talking about nothing and everything. She would speak, and I would listen. I never, ever thought of making a move on her of any kind. Janie was my big sister\girl-friend.

Many of the stories that she would tell me would be about her daily experiences with boys\men. When she'd told me her stories, I would imagine that the male interest of the story was after me, not her. But again, this was the 70s, a different time. I had to act like she was helping me with my getting the girl skills when in reality, I was living my fantasies through her experiences, and on this day, making that drive to see her would turn out to be very different.

After knocking a few times, Janie opened the door, and immediately her eyes went wide, her mouth dropped open.

"David," she would yell out. "What are you doing here?!" she would ask, so excited to see me.

"Hi slut," I would respond. We both instantly began to laugh. It felt good to be loved, and I knew that in a big sister way, Janie loved me. I walked in and looked around at all the boxes asking her if I could help her.

"Of course!" she happily replied.

Helping her unpack, I kept trying to figure out how to move the conversation to where I needed it to go. I was there because I needed help, and I didn't have anyone else in the world to understand what I was about to ask. Understand? Today, looking back at that time of my life, I didn't have anyone that would want to help me, much less understand the help that I needed from her.

The day moved on, and we finally got her tiny one-bedroom apartment unpacked. We would walk to the local pizza place as I listened to her go on about her daily dramas. After picking up a pizza, we headed back to her apartment.

"So come on, spill it," she would say. Janie always seemed to know when something was up with me.

"I met someone," I blurted out.

"I knew it!" she said as she gave me that big wonderful smile of hers. Then she reached out, placing her small hand on my hand to steady me.

"Well, go on, don't be an ass. Spill it." She would say.

The next five seconds were biblical because it felt like a fucking eternity before I could speak again. Taking a deep breath, I asked facetiously, "Janie, you know I love you, and you are my best friend, right?"

Taking her hand from mine, Janie picked up her slice of pizza and started eating, all the while staring at me like she was waiting for her favorite show to begin.

"Please, please don't break my heart. I need to know that I can trust you." I would say, looking at her with what must've been the most pitiful look ever made.

"Fuck off, Davy, c'mon, really?" she replied with a stern look on her face. "Just say it, David."

"His name is Martin," I replied in a soft voice.

Her apartment went uncomfortably quiet. Yeah, the moment the proverbial pin hit the floor.

Janie stopped moving. A mouthful of pizza, drink in one hand, she was just staring at me. Then suddenly, it was like a bomb had exploded. Janie jumped up and runs to the trash can. Spitting out her pizza, she turned and looked at me. My head was racing. What have I done? It was all I could think of at that moment. What have I done?

"I KNEW IT!" Janie screamed out, scaring the hell out of me. "I knew it, I knew it, I fucking knew it!!" she said say over and over and over.

I sat there, eyes wide, mouth closed, and heart racing. I had no clue which direction this would go, but even now, looking back, I remember that feeling of Oh fuck. What. Have. I. Done.

Janie ran up to me and jumps onto my lap, straddling me and hugging me so hard around my neck that I thought she was going to kill me. She leaned back and gave me a huge kiss (No tongue, get your mind out of the gutter). I remember thinking again, ok, what the fuck? Janie just laughed.

"I always knew you were gay!" she yelled out in a loud, happy voice.

Dumbfounded with what must've been the stupidest look on anyone's face, I asked, "What the fuck do you mean you always knew I was gay?"

Through her laughter, she started to reel off example after example of situations where she claimed that I would've reacted differently in each moment if I liked girls. But the most significant example had just happened months earlier.

It was one of those boring nights that she convinced me to play a game of strip poker. Janie was always like that. She would always come up with all these off-the-wall ideas. It's one of the beautiful things about her that I loved so much. She was always so spontaneous. I had beaten her at strip poker that night, although now she was confessing that she let me win.

After she took off her bra and panties, instead of trying to check out her boobs and her twinkie, I was carrying on about how I was the best strip poker player ever, and no way could she ever beat me. Sitting there listening to her, I started to realize that I did look at her body, but I didn't look at her body. Confusing? Yes, but it made sense to me then.

Janie wanted to know everything. So I started telling her everything from first meeting him months earlier to the day before. How he was so easy to talk to and how we connected. Then how I had embarrassed myself by ogling him and how I tried to ignore him but couldn't stop thinking about him. Finally, to the events of the day before, yesterday.

How he taught me to suck his cock, how big his cock was. How I could barely get it in my mouth. How he had been so patient with me and how he taught me to get him off. How much I loved the taste of his cum and how I licked his cock and balls clean when I'd finished.

Poor Janie…

I paused, then slowly reached over, placing my fingertip on her chin to help her out. I gently pushed up, closing her mouth.

Then I continued, telling her what happened next.

~~~

You see, after lying in Martin's arms for a while and listening to him talk, he slid his hand under my shirt and was playing with my nipple. I was lying there, eyes closed, and I could feel my heart start to beat harder. My breathing was becoming erratic, and then he slid his hand to my other nipple. He was rolling my nipple between his fingers and gently caressing my small but now swollen areola.

He started slowly pushing my t-shirt up and over my head, then tossing it on the floor. Martin would gently roll me over onto my back, then he rose onto his elbow, staring down at me. Without saying a word, he dropped his mouth onto my areola. He was taking it in his mouth, suckling it slowly and gently, allowing his teeth to gently nip at my nipple before rolling it around with his tongue.

As I mentioned before, the areola around my nipple would swell and puff up, creating a small breast, if you will. Understand that my areola is about two inches in diameter, with my nipple sitting in the middle like some prize.

At the time, I thought of my nipples as deformed because I had never seen anyone with this type of guy boob. None of my friends had them, so I thought I was odd. I would find out later that this is considered a very sexy quality. But again, I was eighteen. What did I know?

Martin must have loved them because he would take one areola then the other as if he was trying to keep them from becoming jealous of one another. It seemed like forever as he gently, slowly took his time suckling my breast. Then Martin stopped.

"This is new to me, David, but there are some things that I need to tell you," he would say. I took a big swallow, trying to get my heart out of my throat and back in my chest. I just nodded, and he continued to speak.

Martin laid out his rules for me, except he didn't call them rules. It's only now that I look back at that day that I realize that they were, in fact, a set of rules.

~~~

One by one, I told Janie what was expected of me. She sat there listening to me very closely, and when I finished, she let out a big sigh.

"Wow," was all she could say.

"Davy, he wants a girl," she said.

"But I'm not a girl," I replied, suddenly sadden by the direction of the conversation. I think Janie could sense my sadness because her whole attitude changed.

"Well, let's get to work," she said. "Is this guy important to you?" she asked.

"Yes," I said softly. "Yes."

She smiled then kissed the top of my head as she was getting up.

"By the time I'm done with you, he's going to piss himself," she said, and we both laughed.

Without going into too much detail, the rest of the afternoon was just one event after another. I had a crash course on so many things that were just so crazy to me. I was eighteen years old and didn't even shave my face regularly, and now here I was learning how to shave my legs? I didn't have to worry about my ass because other than a touch of peach fuzz, that area was smooth.

"After he turned you over. Did he stop everything? From telling you what he expected from you?" Janie asked, squirming. That should have been my first clue.

"No," I replied.

I continued telling her the rest of what had happened to me that day with Martin.

~~~

After I got my rules, Martin dropped his mouth on mine and kissed me. A soft, deep kiss. He gently pushed his tongue in my mouth and lightly flicked his tongue against mine before moving it deeper into my mouth. Then he slid his tongue back out and began to suckle on my bottom lip.

Martin kissed me for what seemed like forever. He stopped. Glancing down, he could see the bulge growing in my pants. I admit to being only slightly average in my size but what was happening to me had me so turned on that I felt like I would explode any second.

Martin started to undo my pants, but before sliding my jeans down, he rolled me on my side, facing away from him, jerking my pants down to my knees. There I was, laying on my side with my ass exposed to him. What he did next almost made me jump out of my skin. Martin kissed the back of my neck. Slowly, softly. Just like he had kissed my areolas and my lips, he was making me crazy.

Rolling me onto my stomach, he slowly started kissing me down my back. Each time his lips touched my skin, I would quiver, then as he pulled his lips back, he would gently flick his tongue against my skin ever so slightly. That would make me shudder.

Slowly he made his way down until he had reached the small of my back, the part of my back that curves just as it connects with the top of my hips. Again, following the same pattern, Martin gently kissed the top of my ass until he reached the split that divides my ass.

He pushed my ass together as he gently kissed both sides of my ass. At that point, I had lost all touch with reality. I could feel myself breathing heavily, almost panting. His mouth on my body was making me insane. Moving up and straddling me, I could feel his thick cock now laying on the split of my ass. The head of his cock, resting there. Martin leaned into my ear.

"Lick my hand," he whispered as he leaned his face to mine. Opening my eyes, I could see his hand in front of my mouth. I licked his hand.

"No, not like that. Make it wet like when you were sucking my cock." He growled. Gathering all the saliva in my mouth together, I slobbered onto his hand.

"Good babe, good," he growled again. I didn't know that he was rubbing all my drool onto his cock and lubing himself up. But, again, at that time, what did I know.

Then I felt him starting to push his cock between my ass cheeks, pushing them apart. Oh my god, was all I could think to myself. Then I felt the wet, slobber-coated head of his cock slip past my virgin asshole, then his shaft until I could feel the head of his cock nudging against my balls.

Straddling my body, his legs on either side of me, he started sliding his cock back and forth between my ass cheeks. Without warning, he dropped his mouth onto my neck and started kissing it wildly. Martin was fucking me, but he wasn't. I was so confused, yet I was so turned on.

That thick, massive shaft was pushing my ass cheeks apart and gliding against my virgin asshole. I started aching. I knew that thick shaft would hurt, but I wanted it inside me. I needed that thing inside of me.

His cock's intrusion went on for what seemed like forever. He stopped suddenly, getting off of me and turning me onto my back. Martin was straddling my face, and before I even knew what was happening, that fat cock head was in my mouth again.

Dumping his cum in my mouth, again!

"Swallow!" he growled. Again, I swallowed. I swallowed until I couldn't swallow anymore, feeling his sperm slide out of my mouth and down the sides of my face.

I read stories all the time where the author writes, "He shoved his cock down my throat." "I felt his cock slide down my throat as he shot his wad down my throat." Yeah, I call bullshit.

Being able to control your gag reflexes takes time to learn. Plus, a cock as thick as Martin's would never fit down anyone's throat, much less the throat of someone that had only moments earlier sucked his first cock.

At least that's what I thought at that time. I was eighteen, what did I know…

Martin was pinning that fat cock head deep in my mouth. The only reason that fat cock wasn't suffocating me was that I could still breathe through my nose. His cum, on the other hand, was a different story.

My eyes were wide as I was looking up at him. That fat cock shoved in my mouth, Martin grunting unloading his cum into my mouth, and that cum was choking me.

Finally, no more cum, and Martin climbed off of me. He lay there next to me. I was in shock. What just happened, I thought to myself? Gurgling cum, trying to breathe, confused with cum down the sides of my face.

Martin was lying there breathing hard, his arm across his face. I was in a daze. One minute he's so gentle, and the next, he's choking me. I couldn't breathe the entire time. I felt as if I was going to pass out. His cum was just spilling out of my mouth all over my face.

~~~

I finished telling that last part to Janie just as I looked up to show her my face. I had been looking down the entire time that I was speaking. What I saw startled me; she was crying. Janie reached out and wrapped her arms around me. Today as I tell you this story, I suddenly remembered that I was crying too.

I continued telling her the rest.

~~~

After I got my bearings back, I rolled out of bed, stumbling as I pulled up my pants then heading to the bathroom coughing up cum. I finally made it to the bathroom sink, turning the water on. I just stood there, doubled over with my hands on the sides of the sink. My face close to the cool water.

I was finally able to rise, and I saw myself in the mirror. I still had tears rolling down the sides of my face and Martin's cum down the side of my cheeks. Reaching down, I washed my face, occasionally coughing, trying to clear my throat. Taking the towel and drying my face off, I looked up, and there Martin stood, in the doorway.

"You ok?" he would ask. I nodded yes, but I wasn't ok. I was falling for him, and it was not easy for me to find fault in him.

"I'm fine," I stammered out as I started to regain my composure. "You just caught me by surprise, that's all." Martin took in a deep breath as he walked away back into his room.

I finished cleaning up and getting myself together then walked back out to his room. He had already put on his pants and was putting on his shoes.

"Are you hungry?" he asked.

"No, I'm good," I said as I leaned against the bathroom doorway.

"I think I'm going to go home if that's ok?" I asked.

"Sure, babe,'" Martin replied. "Will I see you later? I'm going into town to get some food. I can pick you up something," he continued.

Again, I told Martin that I was good and would go home for the day and see him later. Martin looked at me with a concerned look on his face, and he wanted to know if he had done something wrong. Of course, he had done something wrong, but again I couldn't bring myself to say anything because deep down, I didn't want him to stop being with me, whatever being with me meant.

~~~

Janie was staring at me as I told her that I left, going home and going to bed early. I was only getting out of bed to go to the bathroom and snack from time to time. Then this morning, I got up and drove to see her. Janie finally spoke and told me that she was with me; she would stand by my side if I wanted to go through with this.

But she wanted to know if I thought Martin would hurt me. I told her that I could not believe that he would hurt me. I told her that until that last moment with him, he had never been aggressive with me.

Once I had convinced her that I was ok and wanted to go through with this, Janie being the big sister/best friend, looked at me and said we had to buy some stuff to do as he wanted.

Looking back at it today, I didn't realize then but understand now why Janie gave in and decided to help me. It wasn't because she wanted me to go along with the rules, to be Martin's pet. It was because Martin scared her. She didn't want him to get upset with me and hurt me because I didn't understand how to do what he wanted.

It would go on to be an afternoon of lessons on personal hygiene, not that I didn't know how to take care of myself. One particular area had to have extra attention, a place that needed to be pristine if I was going to cross into that world. An afternoon of shopping for supplies to do the things that I was going to have to do.

At eighteen, I grew to appreciate women profoundly. The things that women have to do to make sure that everything is beautiful and suitable for their man is crazy.

But I wanted everything to be perfect the first time Martin fucked me. Despite the last events of the day before. I very much wanted to belong to Martin. I wanted him to be happy. I knew taking my virginity would be painful, and hopefully, with Janie's advice and preparing me, the first time wouldn't be uncomfortable but enjoyable.

As we walked out the door that warm, summer Sunday evening to get my supplies, Janie started giggling.

"What?" I asked.

Janie turned and looked at me with that devilish grin of hers and whispered..."Who's the slut now?"