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?