I was just 18 and he was a year or two older. He had picked me up the night before and given me a blowjob in an alley. (My first where I had cum in somebody's mouth. I went down on him but couldn't take his cum in my mouth. Skip (that was his name) jerked off and asked if I wanted to come over to his house the following day and get fucked. I said yes. Next day I showed up. I was scared but as rock hard as I had ever been. He took his time and used a lot of lube. There was no pain as I remember but a lot of pressure. He just kept telling me to breathe in through my mouth. I did and all of a sudden the pressure went away and I was filled with intense pleasure as he kept pumping away. I felt his dick swell inside me and his breathing increased. I figured he was cumming and I was right. As soon as it was over and he withdrew his dick, I wanted more but instead I got a blowjob from him. It was wonderful! I got hooked on getting fucked until I had an experience with a guy in a situation where I did not want to get fucked or at least wasn't ready for it. That hurt like hell even as I tried to relax (and if I remember correctly he wasn't super hung or anything) For a long time after that, I wasn't into getting fucked and most of my encounters were oral. If I got fucked at all it was by smaller guys with plenty of KY (lube of choice back then.) I was starting to learn how to enjoy it again when someone else just fucked me too damn hard and without lubricant (to be fair, this time I had wanted to get fucked but I had wanted a little more ass foreplay and more lube. I think he used only spit) Again it hurt like hell and I got fissures. I had a bad experience with an M.D. in a city hospital. (This was 1974 or 75) and it wasn't until I got a gay doctor a few months later that I began to relax again. Which was good because at this time, I became a part time hustler for a while (I was terrible at it) and though my experiences were mostly oral or even just hand jobs, a couple guys did want to fuck me. Fortunately they were not rough. Soon i met my second boyfriend. (My first boyfriend and I had, despite his protestations a strictly oral relationship. I think that is why we broke up) I knew he was going to fuck me and I wanted him to. We did on the first date. He was patient and kind and used a lot of lube and foreplay but very determined. He entered me and I breathe d deeply to relax. I relaxed immediately and was transported to bottomboy heaven. We fucked nearly every night for six months. We were together three years. Since him, getting fucked has been mostly a pleasurable experience and the times when it is not are due to me not being prepared or not being in the mood. A couple times, I tried to do it when I just wasn't feeling up to par physically. But for the most part, it's incredible and I thinank Skip for the fantastic introduction he gave me.