My name is Paul and this happened to me back in 1995 when I was twenty. I was in my second year at university in the north of England. At that point I had a regular girlfriend and we were fucking regularly, but I was also curious about men, though at this point I had not had any cock fun. At the end of the Easter term I got the train home as usual. My parents’ house at the time was in the Midlands and the journey was about five hours, with three changes. This particular time my parents were away on a cruise and I was going to be alone for the first week. Our house was pretty remote and my mum had booked a minicab to bring me home from the station, a journey of about half an hour. When I arrived, the driver got out and helped me put my rucksack in the boot, and as we drove the twenty or so miles we got chatting. His name was Bill and he was about forty, a bear of a man, six feet tall, big barrel chest with hair poking out where his shirt was undone, and massive forearms, equally as hairy. His thighs looked massive in his jeans and he told me that he had only recently stopped playing rugby. He didn’t know it but he was the stuff of my fantasies. As we chatted he asked me about life at university and whether it was as good as he had heard. I asked him in what way. “Well, cheap beer and fanny on tap...!”
I burst out laughing and I must have blushed as well because then he said, “Or cock, if that’s your preference!” I was intrigued by this. A totally straight man would never have said that, so I decided to be equally as enigmatic with my response. “I guess it would be fair to say that in a town with twenty thousand students, everyone is going to find what they are looking for!” I paused deliberately, watching his face break into a grin. “Speaking personally, I’ve got a lovely girlfriend and we fuck a lot.” Bill was not an idiot though and he turned his head to see my face. “Ah, but have you found what you’re looking for?” I grinned at him. “Time will tell, I guess.” Bill laughed and then switched topics and told me that he had recently split up from his girlfriend and was enjoying his bachelor life. Apparently he was a connoisseur of erotic graphic novels and had a large collection, as well as some vintage porn films which kept him entertained. As we pulled up at my parents’ house he said, “I could drop off a couple of fuck books for you to enjoy, if you like, since you’ll have the place to yourself!” At this point the sexual tension was definitely building so I happily agreed and Bill drove off, promising to drop them in at some point over the next day or so. A couple of hours later I was unpacked, showered and had had my supper, and was just enjoying a beer in front of the TV when I heard a car pull up outside. I opened the door and there was Bill. He had changed his shirt and had also clearly showered and in his arms he was carrying a box. “I know what you youngsters are like so I thought I’d better not keep you waiting for your fun!” I laughed and invited him in. “Would you care for a beer now you’re here.” “Ah well, go on then. And then I can show you what goodies I’ve got for you.
 I showed Bill into the TV room and got him a beer and he started to unpack the box. There were about a dozen graphic novels the size and thickness of a glossy magazine, and each one was filled with pages of cartoons of glorious girls being endlessly fucked by men with incredible bodies and huge cocks. There was spunk everywhere, it was a total fuckfest. “That the kind of thing?” Bill asked. “Oh yes,” I groaned. “Perfect.” “I brought some films as well,” Bill grinned. “In case you fancied it.” “Perfect. Let’s put one on.” “Excellent.” Bill handed me a VHS cassette. “This one’s my favourite.” I put the VHS in the player and sat back on the sofa next to Bill, our thighs just about but not quite touching. The film began with the usual sort of thing: hot guy fucking sexy girl, lots of moaning and groaning. I felt my cock begin to stiffen and shifted in my seat. Bill was doing the same. “Puts you in a bad way, this stuff.” He muttered. “I know. Great, isn’t it?” “Ha!” He laughed, clamping a hand onto my thigh. “A man after my own heart.” And although he removed his hand, after that our thighs were touching and neither of us moved them. “Mind you,” Bill said, “This next bit might surprise you.” I watched attentively as the hot couple fucking on the video were interrupted by the pool guy who proceeded to strip off and join in the fun. So now the lucky girl was being serviced by two huge cocks. At least, she was until the guys turned on each other and started to fuck one another. “Not too much for you, I hope?” Bill asked. “Fuck no, it’s awesome!” I grinned. “Great, in that case I’m taking my jeans off. My cock is killing me.” Bill got to his feet and shrugged off his jeans, revealing a very impressive cock which was swinging beneath the hem of his shirt like a snake that had just been released from captivity. “Going to join me?” Wordlessly I quickly got rid of my own jeans so now Bill and I are sitting on my parents’ sofa watching two guys fuck, each of us gently wanking our rock hard erections. It must have been at least thirty seconds before I felt Bill’s massive hand close around my achingly hard cock and start to wank me off. “You do me, and I’ll do you.” He murmured, groaning appreciatively as I wrapped my hand around his thick shaft and gently pulled back his foreskin. “Oh fuck, yes that’s it.” It was only a couple of minutes later that I saw a drop of clear fluid form at the slit of Bill’s cock. Pre cum! I had always loved my own so I rubbed my thumb over it and sucked it into my mouth. 
”You like that?” Bill asked. “Get your mouth round it and I’ll give it to you all day long.” I didn’t need to be told twice and got on my knees in front of Bill, resting one hand on his massive thigh and grasping his shaft with my other hand. I tentatively opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, taking Bill’s fat plum-like helmet into my mouth. Bill groaned loudly and put one massive hand behind my head, encouraging me to take him deeper into my mouth. I slurped greedily and began to slide my lips as far down his shaft as I could, listening to him gasp as his tender, fleshy helmet pushed against the back of my throat. My first cock and I was loving it. After a bit Bill started to breathe more heavily and warned me that he was close. I had no intention of pulling off his cock and soon I was rewarded with four or five healthy spurts of spunk straight into my mouth. I was familiar with the taste as I had tried my own, but to be latched on to a big hard cock as it erupted, to be on the receiving end of the goods, was so hot I nearly came as well. Bill jerked a couple of times as I milked his shaft with my mouth and slowly let him withdraw from my mouth. I sat back on the sofa next to him and as I did he tousled my hair and drew me to him, snogging me hard. In my hand, his shaft still throbbed hard and urgent and showed no sign of going down. “Fucking love the taste of spunk!” he grinned at me. “Keep kissing me like that and I’ll have to fuck you.” For answer, I just pushed my tongue further into Bill’s mouth, feeling him smile as his own tongue matched mine. “You fancy some then, do you?” He asked, breaking our kiss. “God, yes please!” “What’s your favourite position?” “I don’t know, I’ve never been fucked before.” When I said that, Bill’s face changed and he suddenly looked very serious. He reached into the box of DVD’s and brought out a bottle of lube and a smaller bottle which I later found out was poppers. “Right then young man, take me upstairs. If I’m going to give you your first ride, we’re going to do it properly.” Two minutes later we were both fully naked on my bed. I was on my back with Bill lying between my splayed thighs, kissing me ferociously. I had raised my legs and wrapped them around his waist and his engorged cock was rubbing against me, dripping pre-cum over my balls and arse. “Are you ready?” He asked finally. I nodded. Bill knelt up between my legs and began to slather his cock and my eager hole with slick lube. He ran his thick fingers over my hole, exciting me, and gently pushed the first digit of his middle finger into me. I gasped as he brushed my prostate while, with his other hand, he alternated between oiling up his own cock and wanking mine which was now on the point of explosion. After a couple of minutes he resumed his position over me, his hairy chest rubbing against mine as his cock nudged against me. “Now,” he instructed. “I want you to stare in to my eyes and remember the first time a man entered you. I’m going to push in very slowly. It’s going to hurt at first but I promise you, you are going to love it. Are you ready?” I nodded and Bill began to tilt his hips and push down and into me. I felt a surge of resistance and then his helmet popped into my virgin hole. I gasped. “Push against me, like you’re trying to push me out.” Bill said, remaining quite still, and reaching for the small bottle from the bedside table. He unscrewed the lid and held it beneath my nose. “Here, take a big gulp of this.” I inhaled as instructed and suddenly felt a rush of heat through my head and my body. I went berserk. I pulled Bill down on to me and began to kiss him as though I was trying to eat him. I literally pulled his meaty arse harder to draw his cock into me and as I started to come down from the rush, he was there, buried inside me. Bill stroked my hair and looked at me fondly. “What a good lad you are!” he murmured, kissing me. “That’s your cherry popped! In a minute when you’re ready I’m going to fuck you to heaven and back. And when I cum inside you, I want you to look into my eyes.” I kind of fell in love with Bill at that moment. He did exactly what he said he was going to do. What he didn’t tell me was that he would fuck me so expertly that I would also cum, exactly when he told me to. As he filled my virgin arse with his hot cum, I wrapped my legs around him and held him tight inside me. It felt incredible. Finally, he withdrew and rolled on to his back beside me, his cock still rock hard. I rolled onto my side and began to kiss him, my hand wrapping itself around his shaft again. ”Well you’re an eager little fuck-bunny, aren’t you?” he grinned. “God, yes.” ”Just as well...I always say that you’re still a virgin until you’ve been fucked three times.”\ Bill ended up staying the night. It was the start of a friendship that lasted over twenty years. He even fucked me the night before my wedding!