— Originally published in Torso magazine - November, 1994 —

Hooking a Big One the First Time Out

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Two weeks before I entered the Navy my father's best friend took me on a fishing trip—kind of a final going-away present. It turned out to be the most exciting experience of my nineteen years.

Hank was a talkative fellow, ten years younger than my father. It didn't take me long to discover that sex was his favorite subject. All the way up into the mountains, as we hiked and sweated, lugging our raft and tent and supplies on our backs, he regaled me with detailed stories of his own sexual exploits. My dick was never less than full-hard the entire time, but I was far too inexperienced and scared to say much of anything. I just listened, fascinated.

The next day we woke up early and set out in the raft for a day of fishing on the lake. Hank lost no time asking me the big question. My blushing silence confirmed his suspicions. I was, indeed, a virgin.

"Don't worry," he consoled me. "You'll get laid when you least expect it. It always happens like that." He went on to describe in minute detail everything he knew about sex.

He told me all about girls and pussy. "Some girls beg you to fuck them; hips raised, legs spread, begging for your cock." He laughed. "Some girls are reluctant to fuck, because they are afraid of getting knocked up, so it isn't hard to get them to suck you off." I had to shift position, my dick became instantly hard thinking about a moist mouth sucking my manhood. "You can't believe the feeling, Brad, when a licking tongue and sucking mouth pulls the living sperm from the deep, contracting depths of your balls." He chuckled when he recognized my squirming discomfort, but that did not stop him from talking.

Looking me in the eye, he asked, "Can we talk man-to-man, just between us?" I nodded. "The best blowjob you can get is from a man." I was stunned. "A man really knows a cock, especially if he really loves sucking dick. Some women try, but they can't do it justice."

I gulped. "Have you ever been sucked by a man?"

"Of course! It was my first real blowjob." He cast a lure into the still water. "It was while I was in the Marines. A buddy and I were sitting under a bridge before sunset, idly throwing rocks into the river. He asked me if I were horny. A stupid question. Then, he asked if I liked blow-jobs. Another stupid question. Looking at the water, he said in a low, hollow voice, 'I'll give you one, if you'll give me one.' I was stunned to silence. Staring at the flowing water, he put his hand on my crotch. When I didn't push his hand away, he unbuttoned my pants, carefully extracting my half-hard cock. I jumped when his tongue licked the head, his warm, moist lips passing over my straining flesh, slowly taking my cock into the wet, humid cavern of his mouth. Brad, girls usually give head just to get you off, to calm you down. This guy made love to my cock, making me shoot my cum as I never had before."

Hank got a strike, fighting a beautiful three-pound trout. After he unhooked it, I asked, "Did you do it to him?" He nodded. I couldn't believe that my father's married friend was queer.

"I'm not a homosexual, if that's what you're thinking, Brad. I guess I'm bisexual, but I consider myself tri-sexual." He laughed when I looked at him askance. '"I'll try anything sexual." That broke the tension. I laughed, and Hank continued reminiscing. "I sucked his thick, sturdy cock. It felt strange, hard yet rubbery. Holding just the head in my mouth, I began to delight in what was happening, surprised I was able to get into it, sucking him off madly. To my surprise, I didn't take his cock out when he blew his pent-up load, unexpectedly savoring the strange taste of his lumpy cum. I kept sucking and licking him clean until he pushed me off him with trembling hands. I've enjoyed it ever since and do it when I get a chance. I guess I live a secret life. My wife, even your father, doesn't know I enjoy sucking cock and taking one up the ass."

I almost dropped my pole into the water. "You've been butt-fucked?"

"And fucked many a tight one. Pussy is nice, but a tight butt is better, tighter than pussy. Everyone says a maiden pussy is tight, but wait until you try to put your dick into a virgin butt. It's unbelievable!"

My cock was stiff, leaking and aching for release the whole day. Hank describe every conceivable sexual act: blow-jobs, fucking, butt-fucking, being with two women, being fucked while sucking a hard cock, fucking a woman while being fucked by her husband, three guys fucking one girl, and on and on. Several times, I almost came in my shorts.

By the campfire that night he sat next to me, put his hand on my knee, and rubbed the smooth flesh of my inner thigh under my shorts, coming closer to my crotch with every stroke. When I didn't resist, he stood, helping me to my feet. He removed my T-shirt, and unbuttoned my shorts, letting them fall to my feet. I watched intently as he stripped, amazed by the long stoutness of his stiff, pre-cum-dripping dick. Slowly, he scooped up a drop, mixing it with mine. I almost fainted from the touch of his hand on my cock. From a small jar, he poured olive oil into his palm and swiftly coated my straining rod and tingling balls. Systematically, sensuously, he rubbed it into the rest of my quivering flesh, sliding a thin coat on my back, chest, stomach and legs. When he did my inner thighs, I gasped each time his fingers grazed my ball sack. He kneaded the oil into the muscular flesh of my buttocks, panting when his fingertips touched the puckered rim of my butthole. He admired my body, glistening orange and yellow from the flames of the fire. I puffed up in pride when he said softly, with approval. "You are beautiful."

I felt beautiful. being admired by a lustful man. Hank poured olive oil into my palm. His flesh was hot under my hands, subtle, strong, erotic; the first human flesh I had ever touched. His skin was succulently smooth, the hair of his chest tantalizing, the nipples hard, rubbery nubs. Shaking, I oiled his body, lingering on his buttocks. Hank sighed at my touch, turning, presenting me with the awesome, purple-headed tower of his manhood. On my knees, I stared in amazement at the beautiful power of the manly phallus and his huge balls quivering in their crinkled sack. My butthole pleasantly itched in fearful anticipation of being broken in by this long, bulbous-headed, fat-veined cock shaft. With bulging eyes, I resisted an urge to lick the crinkled scrotum, wanting to feel the heaviness of the encased, fleshy glands. Instead, trembling, I lubricated Hank's impressive genitals.

Even after twenty years, the memory of touching Hank's cock and balls for the first time remains vivid. The first touch of his balls sent an ecstatic shiver up my spine. In my mind, I thought it wrong, perverted that I was touching the sexual equipment of a man, but the strange and sinful aspects made the experience more stimulating. Taking part in forbidden pleasures is the most erotic experience of all. First, I cupped his balls, feeling the unexpected heaviness. They jumped in my hand as if they had a mind of their own. Intuitively, I pulled down, stroking the balls with devotion, making sure the oil saturated the hair and every crevice of the wrinkled ball sack. Pulling down on the scrotum, I grabbed the hairy base of his cock. Hank groaned. There was so much pre-cum cascading from his pee-hole that it dribbled over my fist. I poured more oil into my palm, slowly massaging up the overexcited shaft, the thick oil mixing with the clear leaking fluid to make a thick, gelatinous cream.

His cock jerked and moans of pleasure escaped from his throat. He pulled my hands from him — he wanted to cum, but not yet, and not this way. Tenderly, he persuaded me to lay on my back, and stuffed a blanket under my buttocks, then stroked my chest, stomach, and thighs before parting my legs. I bent my knees and spread them wide as he had described slutty women doing. Gently he ordered, "Spread your ass cheeks for me, Brad. God, that is a beautiful sight. There's nothing more beautiful than a virgin butthole." My hole twitched unexpectedly under his lusty gaze. "You're going to love this, Brad. I'm going to fuck you."

The word fuck made my virginal butthole prickle with thrilled expectancy. A man was going to stick a dick into me, and I wanted it, feeling like an innocent, virginal girl, hungry to be deflowered.

Hank, with effort, pried down his enraged dick toward my cringing butthole, rubbing his percolating pre-cum around the hole, tantalizing me, teasing me. His laughing, lustful eyes gazed deeply into mine. He bent down and kissed my lips, pushing his rubber-hard, dripping cockhead on my tight asshole. I gritted my teeth, in fear of pain, and was surprised to find my hips moving in an erotic rhythm against his futile thrusts. Sweat from his forehead dripped on my chest as he strained. I relaxed, wanting him, instinctively pushing out, pulling my cheeks wider. Slowly, my tissues stretched. I strained toward him as he pushed forward, hard.

I grunted, thrashing my head back and forth as his huge, seeping cockhead broke through the virginal ring of my butthole, stretching it wider than I thought possible.

Hank sighed, keeping perfectly still. I gasped, placing my hands on his hips, allowing my hole to adjust to this invasion by hard, human flesh. The drops of sweat on his chest hairs glistened orange from the flames of the campfire, I felt mesmerized by the new sensations invading my body. Stretching upward, I sucked the orange drops of sweat, savoring their salty taste. When my lips touched Hank's chest, he thrust forward inching further into me. I lay back to meet his thrusts, needing to take all of him. We worked together in rhythm, and to my delight, he bore deeper into me. I was amazed there was no pain, just a delicious sensation of expanding fullness.

Eyes locked, we fucked. The deeper he entered me, the more I loved him. My desires were fulfilled when his pubic hair mashed against my sensitive skin and his balls nestled seductively on my spine. He devoured my mouth, sucking out my soul, his insistent tongue dancing with mine. At that moment, I became a man. We melted together, as one, fucking with a slow intensity that was breathtaking. Our passion grew until we were bucking madly, my clutching ass muscles working on his dick, urging the spunk from his prickling balls. I knew I had accomplished my task when he screwed up his face as if in pain, thrashing his head back and forth. He slammed hard into my dark depths, bellowing like a wounded animal. I relished the expansion of his hot cock in my ass, but I was not prepared for the volcanic heat of the sperm that saturated my clasping butthole. The volume of his cum was massive, and penetrated so deep that I swear I could taste it. I wailed with pleasure, then wailed louder as my hot, thick spunk shot from my throbbing dick, the sperm splattering my chest in hot globs. I had achieved the most satisfactory orgasm of my life and my dick hadn't even been touched.

The amount of jism we ejaculated together was astounding. My chest and my stomach was a gratifying, gooey mess; my deep navel a white, translucent pool. Hank fired so much sperm that it seeped through the seal of my butt and his thick cock. The hot seed from my hole covered my spine and saturated his ball sack, making the slapping of his balls against my flesh erotically audible.

Hank slowly retreated, and his dammed cum flooded out of my wonderfully defiled butthole. My expanded, throbbing ass-ring clasped with pleasure, the sensations of flowing cum cooling and exquisite. He collapsed alongside me, panting, pulling me to him, sweaty chest to slick, sticky chest; hard, cum-oozing cock to hard, cum-oozing cock. He kissed me gasping, "I love you, Brad! That was the best cherry butt I've ever popped!" He hugged me tight, grinding his cock into mine. "That was the best fucking I have ever had."

My face became hot with pride, but I didn't know how to respond. I was happier than I had ever been. lt seemed strange I had succumbed to this man's advances so easily, been fucked willingly like a cock-hungry girl. With gratitude, I hugged him hard and caressed his sweaty butt. The flesh felt firm and soft under my hand, making me want to take his cock again up my newly awakened fuck-hole. I pushed him onto his back and slithered down his body until my cheek touched his cock. The sight of his cream oozing from the tip made me want to taste living sperm. Grabbing his cock, I brought it to my mouth, touching a thick, gooey drop to the tip of my tongue. The taste flashed white in my mind, the flavor unworldly. I resisted sucking out the delicious cum until I had the opportunity to taste it hot and fresh.

Hank was startled when I straddled him, more so when I grabbed his cock, placed the rubbery tip to my hole, and slowly descended onto it. I was amazed at how easily he slipped into me, the way made easier by my newly cock-expanded, cum-lubricated butthole. It was evident that I was no longer a virgin.

I really enjoyed the pleasure of riding Hank, of being able to fuck him at my own pace, to control the way his cock penetrated my ravenous hole. I particularly relished sitting down hard on him; Hank's beautiful cock buried to the hilt, his pubic bush mashed against my sensitive buttocks. I used this opportunity to contract my ass muscles and wiggle my hips, further stimulating the sensitive cock-flesh embedded up my ass. He reciprocated by flexing his cock, and we groaned from the added stimulation. I began to fuck him rapidly, and he grabbed my shaft, rubbing up and down the stout length, the seeping fluid making it slick and easier to jerk. The unknown sensation of someone manipulating the susceptible flesh of my thoroughly aroused dick drove me mad. My ass clamped down on Hank's cock, and he thrashed and grunted, spewing gobs of cum into me. I gasped and shot my own hot load, splattering his chest with creamy ball-juice.

We rested, huddled in each other's arms. But it wasn't long before the primal urge once again overtook us. This time I got on my hands and knees as Hank pummeled my ass channel vigorously from behind. This new position was made for me. I was able to take him in me so deep and hard I could barely breathe, all the while ramming back with all my might. The sound of our slapping flesh echoed over the still water of the lake.

In my imagination I pictured the creatures of the forest watching us in awed silence. The thought of being spied upon triggered my orgasm just as Hank hit a magic spot I hadn't known existed. My mind flashed incandescent, my anal muscles shut tight. Hank clawed my hips as his cum shot into me, seemingly hotter than ever before. We fucked like wild animals in heat until we could fuck no more. Depleted, gasping, he kissed my back and fondled my balls. Moments later we lay on our sides, exhausted. With his arms around me and his softening cock still pulsing in my guts, we fell into contented sleep.

Sunlight glistened off the calm water of the lake when I woke. I felt strangely content, more alive than ever before. Hank, squatting by the fire, saw that I was awake and kissed me, and lovingly fondled my cock and balls. We looked into each other's eyes. "How do you feel this morning? Any regrets?"

I shook my head. "I feel wonderful." Blushing deeply, I asked, "Do we have to fish today?"

Hank laughed heartily. "No we don't have to fish today!" He took the mug from me, and slipped under the blanket, his flesh hot, his throbbing hard-on vibrating against my own. Our cocks rubbing together sent electrifying chills through our aroused bodies. Our trembling lips touched in a slow, gentle passion that took my breath away as our mouths mashed together. His tongue probed deeply, demandingly into my mouth. I did not passively take his kiss; I kissed back hard, exploring his mouth, teeth and tongue, our tongues playing roughly together. My passion was so great that I hugged him tighter, grabbed his hard, fleshy butt cheeks, and pulled his groin closer to mine. Our cocks were pressed together with such force that I could feel his bulging veins pulsating with blood. His fuck stick seemed harder, longer, thicker, more vibrant than the night before. Kneading his butt, I became delirious with the desire to touch his asshole.

I probed boldly through the fleshy globes of his ass-mounds until he groaned, grinding his hips, as his mouth sucked hard on my tongue. As I fingered his puckered manhole, my own butt-ring twitched, hungry for cock. My fuck-hole was pleasantly sore from the tremendous pounding it had received the night before, but I yearned for Hank's stout cock ramming me deep, soothing away the hurt.

My strength surprised me when I rolled him over on top of me. I didn't have to tell him what I needed. He knew and tossed my legs over his shoulders. Crouching over me, he looked into my eyes. I had never seen eyes like that; glazed with an almost insane lust. As I pried his prick down to my expectant butthole I could tell by his look that this was not going to be a slow, loving fuck like the night before, but a bone-jarring, bronco-busting fuck that I have never seen equaled. His cock jammed jarringly further into my juicy hole than he had ever explored, and he rammed me like a man possessed, fucking with all his might, showing me how much he loved me, how much he lusted after my tenacious fuck-hole. I couldn't breathe and realized I was receiving the ride of a lifetime.

Hank wasn't the only one out of control. I grasped his ass-cheeks, forcing him in deep, so deep that I fantasized his cock was jamming into my throat. My mind whirled with pleasure, hoping someday Hank would allow me to take his beautiful cock into my mouth, deep into my throat, knowing he would fuck my mouth as gallantly as he did my butthole.

I don't know how long we fucked, but even though the morning was cool our bodies were drenched in sweat. With the heels of my feet flailing, my balls tightened, tingling with the signal that I was about to come. Clamping my asshole tight, my prick expelled its hot, lumpy load of milky white sperm all over my hairless chest. My tightly clamped butthole and the spectacle of my bouncing dick disgorging long streams and globs of pearl-white spunk was too much for Hank. With his face twisted in tortuous gratification, he howled his volcanic sperm deep into my grateful bowels. I winced from the searing heat, wishing I could taste the pungency of the spicy seed he had so forcefully propelled from his fat, contracting balls. his massive sperm-wad completely and deliciously filled me. He slowly withdrew his still-hard organ from my well-reamed, reddened hole, the jism dripping from me, flowing hotly over my flesh, saturating the blankets. He stared into my eyes, and kissed my mouth, then lapped my sperm from my chest. He had me hold my thighs up and out so he could explore lower.

When his lips touched my cum-leaking cockhead, my breath hissed from my lungs. He was sucking out all of my sperm. His mouth was the best thing I had ever had around my dick, warm, wet, smooth, slick, with the manly roughness of his tongue, which made my spunk churn in my balls. Surprise and disappointment consumed me when his mouth left me, my cock lonely, desperately needing attention. But I moaned again when his tongue licked my balls, lightly chewing on the loose skin of my ball sack. Hank cupped my firm ass-cheeks, spread them, then he gasped as he looked upon my wonderfully enlarged, cum-dripping butthole. He whispered three words—"Beautiful! Absolutely beautiful!"—and cleaned his sperm off my ass-cheeks. Weird noises of satisfaction escaped his throat, and similar sounds were extracted from me when he slowly slithered his talented tongue deep into my cum impregnated asshole. I couldn't believe it, couldn't believe someone would stick their tongue there. But I didn't care. The sensation was spectacular, soothing, even ticklish. The best was when he sucked, sucked his spunk from my hole, sucked the tender membrane into his mouth, sucked and licked me with love and lust.

When he was finished draining me of his cum, he took my palpitating cock deep into his mouth and throat, his tongue swirling around my mighty shaft, fondling my balls at the same time. With his other hand he teased my butthole with his fingers, then rammed two in. My back arched from the unexpected, delightful intrusion. He finger-fucked me slowly in an erotic rhythm that made me grovel in unrestrained hedonism. I grunted as he sucked and fucked, moving my hips in unison with his fingers. Sooner than I wanted, I lost my load without warning, growling my orgasm into the morning air, the animal-like cry echoing over the calmness of the lake. Even though Hank had no warning, he gallantly gulped all of my spunk. He kept sucking even though my balls were empty, keeping me hard, sucking, jamming his tongue into my piss-slit, fucking my clasping hole with no sign that he was going to stop. Not being able to take anymore, I let go of my thighs, grabbing his hair, pulling him off my cock, pushing his hand away from my snatching butthole.

Holding him tightly in my arms, I kissed him, rhythmically undulating my twitching cock against his. The taste of his mouth and tongue were different than before. The flavor of his mouth was a mixture of our sperm and the tantalizing muskiness of my delectable, horny butthole.

Unbelievably, my sexual appetite was still strong, still wanting to continue our carnal debauchery. I was insatiable. Hank stroked and petted me, lightly caressing my lips with his tongue, calming me. I knew he was right, we needed to calm our heartbeats, rest a few moments before continuing our raucous fuck-fest. As he held me, I relived every detail of what we did that morning and the previous night. My cock did not soften; it became harder, with copious amounts of pre-cum oozing out of the tip. I began to wonder what it would be like to bury my dick deep into the tightness of Hank's asshole. My straining dick became harder thinking of his hole clasping warmly around me. I held him tighter, roughly, kneaded his firm buttocks, kissed him with trembling lips, whispering seductively into his mouth, "Can I fuck you?"

His twitching cock, devouring mouth, and insistent tongue gave me his answer. Without breaking off the kiss, he rolled unto his back, bringing me on top of him. Into my mouth he whispered back, "Get the oil. I'm tight. I haven't been fucked in a long time."

I crawled excitedly to where we had left the bottle of olive oil the night before. When I returned, he was waiting for me, his hands holding his thighs up and out, the beautiful, brown hair-rimmed pucker tremoring before my eyes. Virginal or not, it was a beautiful sight. It seemed to be winking, beckoning me. I was brought back to reality when Hank gasped, "Pour some oil on it, loosen me up with your fingers."

With a trembling hand, I rubbed the slick oil around his pouting hole. My finger shook when I touched the corrugated, springy entrance. Hank moaned, the muscles of his thighs straining when I entered him. I gasped at the exotic, strange, and smooth sensation of a butthole clasping around my finger. Teeth gritted, eyes closed, I tried to hold back the impending orgasm that was up heaving in my contracting balls. When the wave subsided, I began to breathe easier.

"Deeper!" Hank whispered softly. "Oh, yes! That feels good! Give me another one!" With two fingers, I fucked him slowly, mesmerized by the sight of my digits disappearing into his aroused butthole. It was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. I got into it and began twisting my fingers, at the same time grasping the pre-cum slick thickness of his cock-shaft, gently stroking it. Hank squirmed, snorted, "The balls! I don't want to come yet!" I released his twittering cock, rolling his fat, seductive balls in my hand. After a few minutes, he whimpered, "Fuck me now, Brad! Fuck me! Fuck me with your virginal, steel-hard dick! Fuck me hard; fuck me deep!"

My eyes fogged with lust at the prospect of fucking his tight manhole. I perched over him and rubbed my dick against his, liberally coating it with my leaking fluid. Then, I probed his balls, going lower, seeking the lusty cavern of my desire. I almost climaxed again when my sensitive cock-head touched the springy hole. Hank jutted his hip forward, and I was in. I was actually in a man's love-hole. I couldn't believe it. The hole palpitated around my cockhead. "God! That feels wonderful!" I panted.

"I can't believe how your cock stretches my butthole! I've never had one so thick!" Neither of us moved, letting his butthole adjust. "Easy now, Brad. Fuck me slow. Give me a little at a time until I have it all!"

I moved in small increments: out, then in, out, then in a little more—both of us moaning. Before we knew it, my cock hit bottom. I was in all the way, my pubic bush mashed against his quivering flesh. "Do I have it? Do I have it all?"

I couldn't speak. I nodded.

"Back out slowly. Oh, that's good! Go back in the same way." Hank knew what he needed and how to make my first time fucking feel extraordinary. It was mentally and physically overwhelming, totally mind-boggling. Never before had my senses been so stimulated. I was able to hear our sex, see our sex with crystal clarity, smell our delicious sexual aromas, taste our sex in the air, and especially, I could feel our sex with my whole body and every newly awakened nerve ending. Ten times I inched in then slowly retracted. It was wonderful, but my mind and body told me I had to fuck him hard and fast. Finally he gave me permission. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Fuck me deep! Fuck the living shit out of me!"

His words unleashed me. My body moved as it had never before. I got off my knees, almost suspended in the air. My hands and my toes were the only things touching the ground. My cock and balls were the only parts of my body that touched Hank, sinking into him deep, making him writhe in ecstasy. All my attention was concentrated on my dick and his tight, slippery, dark tunnel. I was in heaven. My dick was in heaven. After a few minutes, my dick became unbelievably hard, felt like it was going to explode. My movements became frantic, desperate with lust. Hank felt it, knew I was about to come, and he wanted it, begging, "Come, Brad! Shoot your load in me! I need it! I want it hot in me!"

His words triggered my balls, releasing my sperm. I screamed as my chunky spunk convulsed out of my dick, cramming his guts full of steaming, manly seed. He grunted. I bellowed, fucking him until the muscles of my legs burned, then collapsed to my knees, staring at his purplish, throbbing cock that was close to coming. I excited him so abruptly the he cried out. My mouth immediately clamped on his cock, and the pulsing, rubbery texture enthralled me. I sucked him so hard it was as if I wanted to suck out his very being. With his cock deep in my throat, Hank's body jerked violently, his balls releasing his sperm in one massive ejaculation. The sudden explosion took me by surprise, but I gulped down his hot, tasty cum. To me, it was the most delicious, most erotic flavor I had ever tasted—the nectar of the gods. I became delirious with the unworldly flavor of his ball-honey and swallowed it all, licking it from his mighty shaft and sucking gleaming droplets from his pubic hair. I was still not satisfied. I took him into my mouth, desperately craving another load. Hank tried to pull me off his cock, but I resisted—sucking, licking, nibbling, chewing, gnawing madly. He surrendered to my oral ministrations when I snuck three fingers deep into his squeezing, cum-filled butthole. I fucked his hole with the same abandon with which I sucked him. His butt came off the ground, silently begging me to fuck him deeper, harder. My efforts were well rewarded: Hank's cock overflowed my mouth with delectable love-cream.

Needless to say, we did little fishing over the next four days. When I reported to Navy boot camp the next week, my butthole was deliciously sore from the week's fucking and the going-away fuck Hank had given me the previous night. As it turned out, the pleasant soreness and lusty memories were the only things that got me through the next eight weeks of hell. That and the expectation of what Hank promised he would do to me when I came home on my first leave.

THE     END