Back in 1980 I lived in Surrey and being in my early 20s, I liked to take care of myself and belonged to a nearby gym. I worked out five days a week and got to know the regulars. One guy, Paul, was about ten years older than me and unbeknown to him he was my idea of the perfect man. He was pure beefcake, close cropped hair and a handlebar moustache, well-muscled, hairy all over, and the first time I saw him in the shower I nearly came. To this day his cock remains the most perfect I have ever seen. It hung down about five inches over a big pair of heavy balls. His cock swayed from side to side as he walked and I could tell without touching it that it would be thick. Length was impossible to judge but if it was five inches flaccid... well, I could only imagine. From that point on I made a point of working out at the times when I knew Paul would be there. It was apparent to me that he was a policeman and he was very shy about it. If you asked him what he did he would just say he was a civil servant and he was fairly reserved. That changed that Christmas when I bumped into him in the West End at a party being held by the West End police. I was there with a mate who was in the CID and we got chatting with Paul who was a little shy to begin with but soon warmed up as we downed a few drinks. Once we got back to the gym and he realised I wasn’t going to blab about his profession, we became mates and would work out together. And then as the days got longer and the weather began to improve, we talked about going for a run along the riverbank from Walton down to Teddington and eventually it was arranged for Good Friday as it was a bank holiday and we would both be off work. I must be clear: at no point had I stopped fantasising about Paul. I woke up wanking to thoughts of him fucking me with that amazing cock and I was going to get him or die trying. On the day we went running the sun was really hot. I collected Paul from his place and drove to Walton Bridge where we parked the car, and by the time we had completed the first leg, we were both dripping with sweat. We stopped to rest at Teddington and drank some water, and then began to run back. It was as we got close to Walton Bridge that we could see some activity up ahead in the undergrowth and as we got near it was clear that it was two guys fucking. They were both more or less clothed but one was on his hands and knees with the other one hanging out the back of him. They didn’t even attempt to cover up as we went past and we could hear them groaning loudly all the way back to the car. Once we were in the car we chugged some more water and then Paul said, “Fuck, that’s ruined my day.” “What do you mean?” “I’ve been trying to abstain from cumming to build up more muscle strength, but after seeing that I’m going to have to spend the afternoon jerking off.” I laughed, assuming he was joking. He looked at me seriously. “I’m serious.” He said. “When I get hard I stay that way until I’ve cum four or five times.” “Wow!” I said. “Lucky I’ve got some porn videos.” I couldn’t drive back to Paul’s place quickly enough. As soon as the car stopped he was out the door, inviting me in for a drink. We stood in his kitchen in our shorts and singlets, chugging cold water. Suddenly Paul pulled off his singlet revealing his beautifully sculpted furry chest. “Let’s see what these videos are like.” he said, walking into the living room and pushing a video into the machine. We both slumped down on the couch and watched the action unfold. It was a group scene, six or seven guys watching a hung black guy fuck a blond girl. All of the spectators were wanking their own cocks but as things progressed they started to wank each other. Next to me I heard Paul groan and say, “Fuck it” and then next thing he had pulled down his shorts and his jockstrap and his now hard cock was straining for release. I couldn’t help but stare at it and it had to be nine inches long. I watched in awe as he wrapped his large fist around it and began pulling his foreskin back and forth. “Nice one, mate, I think I’ll join you.” I pushed down my own shorts and jock and set about my own hard 7 inches, never taking my eyes off Paul. Paul stared at me for a second. “I hope you’re ready for things to get messy?” He asked with a wink. I smiled. “Definitely!” “Great. In that case...” and he pulled my hand off my cock and wrapped it around his. It was so big and heavy I was just amazing to feel it throbbing in my hand. I gave it a couple of strokes but then dropped onto my knees on the floor in front of him and sucked the bulbous purple head into my mouth. Paul groaned and pressed a hand against the back of my head, encouraging me to take him deeper. I managed to get about six of his hard fat inches into my mouth before I gagged but I kept going, slobbering and sucking on his fuckmeat, making him groan as he urged me on. It didn’t take long before he started babbling that he was going to cum. I didn’t move, just fondled his big heavy bollocks as I sucked on his helmet and wanked his shaft. Suddenly he cried out and my mouth filled with several spurts of hot jizz which I eagerly swallowed. As I licked the helmet clean I realised that he was not any less hard than he had been when I started. His cock just pulsed menacingly as I took it out of my mouth. Paul gasped appreciatively. “That was amazing, mate. Give me a minute and I’ll fuck you if you want.” Did I want? I couldn’t wait! I kicked off my shorts and jock and smiled. “Yes, please big man!” Paul grinned and stood up, his big cock whacking against my leg as he pulled me to him and kissed me, his tongue snaking its way into my mouth. “Come on, upstairs you sexy fucka, so I can give you what we both need.” I followed Paul up the stairs and into a large bedroom. Without thinking I knelt on the bed with my hungry ass facing him but to my surprise he tapped me on the bum and said, “No, on your back.” Happily I rolled over and spread my legs. Paul knelt between my thighs and reached a bottle of baby oil from the bedside table and began dropping oil onto his cock and also mine. Up to this point he hadn’t touched me but he reached down and began to rub the oil into my cock and over my balls, and then down my arsecrack where he began to push an oily finger into me. I groaned and stared at him, a vision of muscular perfection, has he then pushed his helmet against my hole and began to push very slowly. I had taken cock before and regularly fucked myself with a dildo so I was confident I could take him, but his technique was amazing. He kept eye contact with me the whole time, pushing further and further into me until I could feel him bottom out inside me. My arse felt incredible, a mixture of pleasure and pain but the pleasure winning fast. Having embedded his beautiful cock inside me, Paul leant over me and kissed me. “Put your legs around me and hold on to me.” I did as he said and for several minutes we lay still, tenderly kissing as his cock pulsed inside me and with Paul making sexy remarks about how long he had wanted to fuck me and that I was going to be his from now on. I had to work to stop myself cumming when I heard that. Occasionally he would flex his cock inside me, making me groan, and as I adjusted to his size I began to gently rock my hips against him, trying to get him even deeper inside me. Paul smiled as I did that. “I think that means you’re ready for a good fucking now then, Danny boy!” He was right. I was ready and we fucked all afternoon. That first time Paul came inside me we were face to face and he promised me that from then on he would fuck me whenever he wanted, and that every time he fucked me he would cum inside me. After that he fucked me in every position you can imagine and every time I wanted more. I ended up staying for the entire Easter weekend and when I went home it was only to collect some clothes. We have been together for over forty years now and his cock is as hard as it ever was, and I still love it every single time. Of course, it helped that he was the love of my life, but I still thank my lucky stars those guys were fucking by the river that day we went for a run!