When was the last time you had a big cock up your ass? If you're like most of us, it's been a while, unfortunately. But we can still look back and remember.... I was in the Navy, stationed aboard the USS Buchanan out of San Diego. We were on WestPac and had just hit Hong Kong. It was 1977 and I had just come out a few months before. I'd had a shitty day; the canvas cover had blown off a piece of deck equipment I was in charge of and I couldn't get liberty until I'd repainted it. I finally did, though, and decided that I wasn't gonna spend any more time on board the ship the rest of the time we were in port. I left the ship and checked in at the Royal Arms hotel. That night I went down to the hotel's bar for a few drinks.
There were about 20 Australian sailors having a darts match. I ordered a Bud. One of the Aussies came up and said, "Why don't ya have a REAL beer, cobber?" and offered me a pint of Foster's Lager. "Sure," I shrugged and took a swig. "I'm Bert," he said. "Me and me mates're havin' a bit of a match over here. Care to join us?" I smiled at the tanned, blond man and replied, "I've never played darts before." "That's all right, Yank," he grinned. "We can teach you." "Okay," I said. That was one lousy game of darts. The Aussies kept plying me with so much beer I could barely hit the dart board, let alone the bullseye. Finally, Bert took pity on me and got me up to my room, where I immediately passed out. I woke up sometime the next day and there was Bert in bed next to me. He must have been waiting for me to wake up, because he rolled over and said, "Good mornin', Yank. How's yer head?" I don't get hangovers, so it was okay. I probably wouldn't have noticed anyway, because I was staring at the huge, hard prick jutting out from his body. He followed my gaze and smiled. "He's a beauty, ain't he?" Bert asked.
"His name's Jack. Want to get better acquainted with him?" "You bet my ass!" I exclaimed and grabbed for that piece of meat. I took the head in my mouth and started sucking. I couldn't get it all the way in my mouth, but I damned well tried! Bert stroked the back of my head and murmured, "Oh, yeah, Yank. Suck that wad. Make Jack feel good!" I sucked it, all right. I used my tongue in every way I had learned in the four months I'd been out. Every time I started going too fast, Bert would slow me down, saying, "Take it easy, mate! We got all day for this!" Finally, he lifted me up and said, "Roll over. I wanna fuck you." I didn't move. "I've never been fucked," I said. "Well," he replied, "there's a first time and all that." He rolled me over and started licking my asshole. Chills ran up and down my spine at the feel of his tongue washing out my asshole. Then he repositioned himself between my legs and pressed the head of his huge manhood into my tight, virgin pucker. And SHOVED. He gave a grunt and was deeply buried in my ass. The pain was incredible; I couldn't help screaming into the pillow. "Just relax," Bert advised.
"Take it easy or you'll hurt yourself." I tried my best to relax, but it wasn't possible. Finally, my asshole must have relaxed a bit, because Bert started pumping in and out, slowly and gently. It still hurt, but now, as he massaged my prostate, the pain was being overcome by an orgasmic sensation. It was not only feeling better, it was feeling better than I ever thought it could! Suddenly, I shot off all over the sheets. I groaned and Bert stepped up the pace, plunging in and out of my ass like an engine piston.
Finally, he started groaning and yelling. He grabbed me to him tightly and pushed his cock all the way in, letting out a bellow of pure ecstasy. For the first time, I felt a man shoot off inside my ass. He kept cumming for seemed hours and then slumped down onto my body, nibbling at my ears and shoulders. After a while, he pulled out and rolled me over, laying on top of me. We necked for a while and then he started sucking me. He was an expert at sucking cock, taking my seven inches all the way down his throat in long thrusts and pulling back again until just the tip was in his mouth. It didn't take long before I was about to cum again. I started breathing deeply and groaning. I grabbed the back of Bert's head and pushed him down on my cock all the way and shot off down his throat. He kept sucking for a while after I had finished cumming, but there was nothing left to come out.
Later, after we'd cleaned up and were having breakfast, Bert smiled at me and said, "Listen, mate, how's about if me and some of me mates come up to your room tonight? I'm sure they'd enjoy a night with you." I smiled. "I'm sure I'd enjoy it, too. Sure, cobber, some on up." He laughed at my use of the Strine word. That night was a blast, too. As I said, it's been a while since I was last fucked. But I still have Bert's uniform cap and if I want to remember my first time, all I have to do is take it out and look at it. Sometimes nostalgia is fun, too. Especially with such sexy memories.
There were about 20 Australian sailors having a darts match. I ordered a Bud. One of the Aussies came up and said, "Why don't ya have a REAL beer, cobber?" and offered me a pint of Foster's Lager. "Sure," I shrugged and took a swig. "I'm Bert," he said. "Me and me mates're havin' a bit of a match over here. Care to join us?" I smiled at the tanned, blond man and replied, "I've never played darts before." "That's all right, Yank," he grinned. "We can teach you." "Okay," I said. That was one lousy game of darts. The Aussies kept plying me with so much beer I could barely hit the dart board, let alone the bullseye. Finally, Bert took pity on me and got me up to my room, where I immediately passed out. I woke up sometime the next day and there was Bert in bed next to me. He must have been waiting for me to wake up, because he rolled over and said, "Good mornin', Yank. How's yer head?" I don't get hangovers, so it was okay. I probably wouldn't have noticed anyway, because I was staring at the huge, hard prick jutting out from his body. He followed my gaze and smiled. "He's a beauty, ain't he?" Bert asked.
"His name's Jack. Want to get better acquainted with him?" "You bet my ass!" I exclaimed and grabbed for that piece of meat. I took the head in my mouth and started sucking. I couldn't get it all the way in my mouth, but I damned well tried! Bert stroked the back of my head and murmured, "Oh, yeah, Yank. Suck that wad. Make Jack feel good!" I sucked it, all right. I used my tongue in every way I had learned in the four months I'd been out. Every time I started going too fast, Bert would slow me down, saying, "Take it easy, mate! We got all day for this!" Finally, he lifted me up and said, "Roll over. I wanna fuck you." I didn't move. "I've never been fucked," I said. "Well," he replied, "there's a first time and all that." He rolled me over and started licking my asshole. Chills ran up and down my spine at the feel of his tongue washing out my asshole. Then he repositioned himself between my legs and pressed the head of his huge manhood into my tight, virgin pucker. And SHOVED. He gave a grunt and was deeply buried in my ass. The pain was incredible; I couldn't help screaming into the pillow. "Just relax," Bert advised.
"Take it easy or you'll hurt yourself." I tried my best to relax, but it wasn't possible. Finally, my asshole must have relaxed a bit, because Bert started pumping in and out, slowly and gently. It still hurt, but now, as he massaged my prostate, the pain was being overcome by an orgasmic sensation. It was not only feeling better, it was feeling better than I ever thought it could! Suddenly, I shot off all over the sheets. I groaned and Bert stepped up the pace, plunging in and out of my ass like an engine piston.
Finally, he started groaning and yelling. He grabbed me to him tightly and pushed his cock all the way in, letting out a bellow of pure ecstasy. For the first time, I felt a man shoot off inside my ass. He kept cumming for seemed hours and then slumped down onto my body, nibbling at my ears and shoulders. After a while, he pulled out and rolled me over, laying on top of me. We necked for a while and then he started sucking me. He was an expert at sucking cock, taking my seven inches all the way down his throat in long thrusts and pulling back again until just the tip was in his mouth. It didn't take long before I was about to cum again. I started breathing deeply and groaning. I grabbed the back of Bert's head and pushed him down on my cock all the way and shot off down his throat. He kept sucking for a while after I had finished cumming, but there was nothing left to come out.
Later, after we'd cleaned up and were having breakfast, Bert smiled at me and said, "Listen, mate, how's about if me and some of me mates come up to your room tonight? I'm sure they'd enjoy a night with you." I smiled. "I'm sure I'd enjoy it, too. Sure, cobber, some on up." He laughed at my use of the Strine word. That night was a blast, too. As I said, it's been a while since I was last fucked. But I still have Bert's uniform cap and if I want to remember my first time, all I have to do is take it out and look at it. Sometimes nostalgia is fun, too. Especially with such sexy memories.
