Back to basics ...

Putting up these pics today made me think of the first guy to fuck me. His name was Hercules (honest to God!!), he was Dutch, about sixty and built like a brick shithouse. He also had a seriously huge uncut cock. I was ... well, lets just say I was young ... He was a kinky bastard who really enjoyed sex; not aggressive but forceful. He had no idea I was virgin (I certainly didn't act like it - jeez what a slut!) and he just greased us both up and slid it home.

Now, I've read all those stories about the intense pain of your first fuck - hell, I've written about it myself often enough! But with Hercules I just remember this incredible mixed sense of amazement, pride and utter joy. I remember him grinning down at me, sweat dripping from his face onto my chest, as he worked himself up into a full on pounding.

We messed around a fair bit after that until I took off for Australia and, later, UK. I wonder if he's still going?