It took two weeks and a lot of beer before the subject was raised again but this time there was no joking we made our way to an old railway carriage that was if a field near home, we were both horny but very nervous. As soon as we got in the carriage he was unbuckling his pants while he looked around nervously. I dropped to my knees instantly and took hold of his cock. My mouth closed around it. It didn’t smell of anything and it didn’t taste of anything but it felt so good to have in my mouth. It was growing nicely and the soft flesh soon became taught as he became fully erect. It was a thin cock but surprisingly long. It wasn’t rock hard so I forced it down my throat and he groaned with approval once he knew I wouldn’t choke he held on to my head and fucked my throat slowly pushing all the way down then all the way out again. He was telling me how he had never felt anything like it. “This is fucking amazing” he said. I suppose it didn’t last that long really, but when you relive it in your mind it seams like ages before he was ready to cum. I told him I wanted to taste it so he pulled out and shot his load in my mouth. I can’t say it was a pleasant taste but it was cum and that’s all I cared about. I savoured the taste and clamped my mouth back around his cock, sucking like a Dyson to get every last drop. I must have done a good job because that’s the way we have ended every Thursday night since (and a couple of Sunday lunches too). There was no stopping me now and after hearing about a bog in the next village where “perverts” go I soon discovered the “glory hole” and the mouthfuls of cum I have swallowed are too many to count. All this had been going on for a few years before I decided it was time I tried a cock up my arse, don’t get me wrong this is not something I have fantasised about for a long time. It’s just that things start to get boring and you need to up the anti to get the same pleasures. I had decided that being a very, very masculine bloke if I was going to get fucked by another bloke it would have to be someone who was equally masculine and must know what he wants and how to get it. Various adverts followed on various sites, many “prospects” were a waste of time and a couple of “meets” were too. Frank was different, he gave me confidence in his first message, and he was an experienced top. He had a large cock and was a heavy cummer. Messages bounced back and forth between us and he soon got the message of exactly what I was looking for and I had every confidence in his ability as a forceful “top”. All the fine details were discussed at length so all I had to do was turn up and put myself in his capable hands. The house was not that impressive but some distance from my village which was better for me. Frank had not been with a bloke for a long time in spite of living alone for a good few years. As soon as he opened the door I knew he was the right bloke and my knees shook with anticipation and fear, but I wanted this so badly. As we sat in his lounge we tried our best not to just jump on each other, we drank beer, we chatted, but the chemistry was undeniable. His eyes stared deep into mine and they burned with lust. I am no wimp, no pussy but I knew I was no match for this bloke, he was fucking scary! A proper bruiser, everything about him was masculine and he oozed testosterone. My eyes scanned every inch of him. If ever there was a time that I wanted a photographic memory it was now. I can’t say he was handsome, that would be a lie, but there was just something about him. He was about 6 foot tall, thick set, large arms and large thighs. His head was closely shaved and more than a little square in its shape. From the side I noticed his forehead sloped gently outward to his eyebrows, a kind of Neanderthal looking profile I suppose. His eyebrows were thick and dark and he had the deepest green eyes I have ever seen. They were so strong in colour that as the light reflected from them they cast a green haze on his bottom eyelid he almost looked like he was wearing eye liner! I found myself staring into them as my whole body shook with desire. His tight lips spread to a smirk as he watched me melt. Suddenly he pressed one of his massive hands on my thigh and squeezed me firmly, his other hand gripped the back of my neck as he pulled me towards him we locked into a passionate kiss, not like the usual man/woman kiss that I was so used to, this was a full on man snog. My arms wrapped around his back and I surrendered completely. I pulled him onto me and we slid down the sofa, I wrapped both of my legs around his waist and locked him in position. My prick was oozing pre cum; my heart was racing as our tongue’s fought each other for the upper hand. He rocked back and forth pressing his bulging jeans against me as he mock fucked me. The heat from his body was unbelievable he felt like he was on fire. We both struggled to remove his shirt and tee shirt but it was soon on the floor next to mine. His hot powerful chest pressed against mine and I felt so weak with this huge bloke on top of me. I wanted fucking, I wanted him inside me, I didn’t care if it hurt, and I just wanted him to take me, use me. He started to tear at the remainder of my clothes and I was soon naked. He stood up and stared at me I knew he would soon be fucking me. He undid his belt and like a scene from a rape movie ripped his belt from the loops on his jeans and threw it across the room, he tore at his pants and kicked them off. His prick was fucking magnificent not just big, but so hard that it pressed against his body and jerked as the blood pumped through it, I sighed, this was better than I could ever have wished for. I swung my body round and pointed my hungry arse towards him, my eager hole twitching with fear at the abuse that was to come. His gigantic hands gripped knees and he pulled me towards him then pushed my legs right back and engulfed my arse with his hot mouth. He plunged his tongue deep in my arse and probed impatiently. A warm rush washed over my whole body as my virgin arse surrendered to this red hot slippery intrusion. The feelings of embarrassment and disgust were quickly replaced by the most intense pleasure and satisfaction. I flung my head back and groaned loudly in approval, unable to utter anything comprehensible as the stubble on his chin rasped against my soft arse cheeks. Each time his tongue flicked in my hole another wave engulfed me, I had never felt such pleasure. My eyes were wide open now and I was watching him devour me. He looked up at me briefly his eyes told me that he was enjoying me and that he knew how much I was enjoying him. He ran his finger around my knob end and collected the impressive amount of pre cum that was oozing from it which he rubbed on my arse hole. His body moved towards mine and he peeled his cock from his stomach and pointed it towards my slimy hole. “Shit” this is it I thought as I tightened every muscle in my body, this is gonna hurt like hell I thought. He rubbed his cock around my hole mixing our juices together then started to push his hard prick against my reluctant entrance. My sphincter fought against him but had no hope of stopping this invasion, Will I tear? Will I bleed? Will I have to wear a nappy for the rest of my life, a million questions and worries flashed through my mind as the pain increased, it was a sharp pain and it fucking hurt! Why would anybody enjoy this I thought, He sensed my pain and paused allowing the pain to subside but he didn’t withdraw, he held his ground. Moments later he was pushing again but the pain didn’t return. I felt a kind of “pop” as his large head passed my sphincter, my eyes widened in surprise “he’s fucking in me” I thought, “I’ve got a fucking cock up my arse” I congratulated myself. I marvelled at his magnificent chest and studied the swirling patterns that his chest hair formed. I raised my hands and ran my fingers through his chest hair, my eyes were filled with gratitude and he was smiling back at me. He grasped my cock and started to wank me gently my cock looking pathetic in his gigantic hands. The pleasure I was getting took my mind off of his cock stretching my arse and I began to relax once more, my hands buried in his fur and his hands milking my cock. He seized the moment and started to push again. With each centimetre came an incredible feeling of fulfilment, and as each centimetre plunged deeper into me I thought he was fully inside me, but he just kept going deeper and deeper, I thought it was never going to end, just as I thought he was up to his bollocks he gave me more. Each push filled me more and the feeling was incredible, finally his bollocks pressed against my arse and that was just too much for me, I pumped and pumped and pumped as my body convulsed and shook violently, instinctively my legs wrapped around his waist allowing me to buck against his cock and bollocks taking advantage of the last few millimetres of his fantastic prick. I was satisfied, I was full and for the first time in my life I felt complete. I had fantasised and wanked about this moment for a long time and as soon as I had cum I was disgusted with myself for hours after, but there were no feelings of guilt now, just incredible pride and satisfaction that I had finally achieved my goal. I had done something that would make my mates want to vomit I had allowed a bloke to stick his prick up my arse and I had fucking loved almost every minute of it. His face moved towards me and he kissed me deeply. His tongue in my mouth, his hand round my neck, his chest pressing against me, my legs still tightly around his waist and his beautiful rock hard, red hot throbbing cock deep inside me. Lust was overtaking me and my arse squeezed his cock with gratitude. This turned out to be just the encouragement that he needed, slowly he started to withdraw but there was no relief, just disappointment. I needn’t have worried before his exit he plunged straight back into me. His hips took on a powerful rhythm as he started to fuck me. Thirty or forty times a minute I was reliving the first moment that he had entered me, and it was fucking amazing. Initially concentrating on the feelings that were going on in my arse but then focusing on the determination on his face as he pounded my now experienced fuck chute, my whole body surrendered to him. His pace quickened, his face reddened, the veins on his neck pulsed and he snorted like a bull as he reached his peak. His fingers dug deeply into my thighs as I watched the pain and pleasure of his massive orgasm rage through his body. He slammed deep into me and I wanked my cock like fury my arse gripped his cock as I shot my load all over myself. I felt an incredible feeling, a sort of buzzing down the length of his shaft and I knew that he was pumping a heavy load deep inside me as the last few jets of my own cum landed on my chest. He collapsed on top of me panting into my neck as I wrapped my arms and legs tightly around him. I was part of him, one body and one soul we stayed like that for quite some time. I knew he had done this many times before but I hadn’t and I think he respected that. I never asked him if I was his first virgin but lets face it, it’s unlikely. I know I must have made an impression on him because I didn’t go home for two days, spending almost all of that time in bed getting fucked. Frank taught me a great deal and I am very lucky that my first fuck was so fantastic and that I had such a good teacher but one thing that he taught me was that the best way to guarantee a repeat fuck from someone is to fucking enjoy the first one. Well it’s always worked for me anyway