When I signed on in 1951 at the age of 18 I did it because I wanted to get into the RAF rather than the Army, National Service was still in force and if I’d waited until I was 19, the official age for qualification I would not have had the choice.

I was so green then, terribly shy, especially of girls. I remember I had a couple of crushes on a male teacher at school but I was not sure what it was all about, and which way my sexual leanings were. I remember him feeling me up one day when I had to stay behind for detention. I remember being confused, wondering why he did that but that’s as far as it went - apart from a later spanking when I was disobedient in class and which I remember he seemed to lavish. I left for home on my bicycle and remember my rear end was a little sore on the saddle.

But I remember too feeling aroused by the saddle pressing against my spanked hind as I pedalled, it was possibly the first time I started to realise I was sensitive to anything coming in contact with my hind. I started doing experiments like anal touching and fingering, massaging Vaseline into it and inserting all manner of things inside, like a particular screwdriver handle, it had a bulbous feel about it and when I found the right position, all done whilst watching my self in a mirror, I really began to enjoy the nice slow penetration deep up inside me.

It was a secret thing and I never imagined I could ever tell somebody else about it, I was so naive that I believed maybe I was the only person who did that sort of thing.

But after square bashing for six weeks in the RAF I decided to apply to be a medic and that’s when I met Carl, he was my sergeant and was a great help to me in helping me to pass the grades.

I guess without realising it we both became infatuated by each other and when he asked me to join him one evening in his room I was so thrilled and exited, just to be with him alone and I should have guessed then my true leaning.

We chatted over a glass of beer and he invited me to come, sit next to him on this large leather sofa.

Looking back it was so romantic because I experienced my first real fuck on that sofa. We just sat there, sort of telling each other about embarrassing moments and such. He had a wonderful smile and when he gently took my hand with his, guiding it onto his thigh it all felt quite the normal thing to do. Then he sort of leaned back and closed his eyes, making cool throat sounds, the sounds I would get used to as our relationship grew, the sounds that told me he wanted me. I sort of chilled with him and when he guided my hand up the inside of his thigh I felt the warmth of his crotch. He was telling me to squeeze and enjoy. I was so thrilled by now, to be touching another guy that way, and how good it felt. I squeezed him over his uniform trousers, it felt good and as I continued I clearly remember how he grew so large. Now he was unzipping himself, exposing himself, watching me, seeing how I would respond I guess. I looked down, it