It was early spring just at my 18th birthday & I had a vacation job on the NSW north coast between terms at university in Sydney. I was sexually inexperienced. My hand & cock knew each other well, of course, & I'd fingered & put a few household goods such as candles up my youthful little hole from time to time. There had been a bit of kissing of girls at their front doors, sometimes even touching their pert little breasts through their clothing! With school mates there had been a few mutual masturbation sessions on sports afternoons, usually without climax as we were too guilty & too scared to be at it for long in case we were sprung by someone in authority, or, even worse, one of our classmates. I had been stuffed once by an older boy when on a night exercise during a school cadet camp - a quick knee trembler all over in a few seconds, then back to creeping up on the enemy of other boys on the top of the hill. One is either a virgin or they are not, but you couldn't get much more of a virgin than me.

It was a warm Saturday night up on the north coast & I went to the local dance. I met up with a girl, took her back to her home & had yet another innocent little session at her front door. I was walking back the km or so to where I was staying when a guy in a VW Beetle stopped & offerred me a lift. I instantly recognized him from the dance, possibly because he was a bit older than most there, mid 40's, but mainly I think because he was one of those who stand out from the crowd - not all that good looking but with a real air about them. I jumped in , but it was some hours before I got home.

He was very personable, with a beautifully honeyed voice with a Southern USA accent. He was a lecturer at the university in Armidale & was down on the coast to run a weekend school. We chatted away, agreed we weren't tired & decided to just drive around for a while. I don't recall what we talked about, but it must of turned to sex because as soon as he put his hand on my leg I threw my knees apart & pushed his hand up onto my instantly erect cock, feeling for him at the same time.

We were out on the edge of town by now. He pulled off into a bush track & as soon as the car stopped I jumped out & pulled down my pants. He got out too & we had our first kiss. It was glorious. He smelt & tasted of beer & tobacco. That with his bit of regrowth after his morning shave was so much more erotic than the girl earler in the evening or anything I had ever experienced before. He had completely seduced me & he knew it. I was his for the taking.

He said let's just wait a bit & go back to my hotel room. I ever so reluctantly agreed, as I wanted it , whatever it was to be, there & then. On the drive back to his room in town he kept on apologizing for temporarily jilting me, promising it would be well worth the deferral.

We arrived, stripped & there IT was, an amazing sight. Of course I had seen fully grown cocks before, lots of times in the change rooms at the swimming pool, but never anything fiecely erect with bulging veins & never with an intact foreskin. The head was almost the size of a golf ball, a lovely blue/red poking out of the fold of skin. The shaft just went on & on down into a thicket below which there was a ball sac as big as a tennis ball.

I had to have a closer look, so I sat on the edge of the bed before him. I didn't feast my eyes for long before instinct told my mouth what to do. He tasted & smelt so good. It was wonderful to suck the juice starting to ooze from his piss slit & lick around the head under the foreskin, cuddling those big balls at the same time.

He tipped me back onto the bed, knelt between my legs & pulled them up over his shoulders. His tongue skimmed around then just into then deeply inside my pouting hole, in a cycle that was repeated & repeated. It was extatic. He kept murmuring how good I tasted, all moist & sweaty from the dancing earlier. Then he began playing with my buttocks with his hairy fingers, sliding first one thumb then the other then both along the sides of then into my willing orifice. Then he pushed one then two fingers deep inside me, before starting back with the thumbs again, then the fingers. I was opening up for him more & more & I think he may have got a third finger into me.

He stood, rolled me over so I knelt on the edge of the bed before him & started to push his thick ramrod into me. I don't know whether his spit from earlier & his precum were sufficient lubricant or whether he had dabbed on a bit of helper. Whatever, he managed to get in a little, but it hurt so much I begged him to stop. He did, but didn't withdraw & after more of his honeyed words & gentle caressing I relaxed a bit & he resumed the hunt, pushing inch by inch past my pain until he reached his goal of being fully inside me. I almost couldn't bear him to stay & I certainly couldn't bear him to go.

He reached around me, squeezing a nipple with one hand & jerking me off with the other, ever so gently sliding his wondrous machine in & out of me at the same time. The pain passed & I was in rapture, awash with pleasure. It couldn't last & I came very quickly, shooting all over the sheets. He speeded up his thrusting, with his thighs smacking hard against my buttocks. But he was a long way along the road to orgasm too. It wasn't long until I felt him getting even stiffer,streching me even further. Then with a last mighty thrust & a yell of "Yes! Yes! Yes!" he shot his welcome gobs of pearly spunk right up into my vitals.

He immediately pushed me around on the bed & straddled me with his groin in my face & mine in his. I sucked the last few drops & my own juices from his now slackening weapon & he pushed my legs up & sucked & licked my still open hole as if he had never eaten before.

We fucked twice more that night. He was gentle & forceful at the same time, taking me on my back, lying on my belly, on my side, kneeling in front of him again as we had started & having me ride on him like a horse, but with no fear of falling off the saddle as he had me impaled on his massive spike.

We fucked longer each time & with varying rhythms. Sometimes he pulled right out then pushed back in - I was so open for him. His eventual orgasms were accompanied by the same rebel yell as his first & a mighty thrust of absolute relief. I continued to flood his sheets.

Exhausted after my third orgasm, I fell asleep. I don't know for how long, but I awoke to him wanting to have me again. He guided my hand to his already raging horn & tried to coax my limp little thing up with his lips & tongue. But I told him I just couldn't take any more. He wanted me to finish him off with my hand. However as he too was almost spent I couldn't bring him on. I was just too inexperienced. He finished the job himself, with only a few drops oozing out & no yell this time. I obliged us both by licking up those precious few drops. Then like the Southern Gentleman he was he drove me home.

The next day I was in turmoil. I hurt so much, I was oozing & I was full of guilt & shame & joy & delight all at the same time. My hole soon dried up & the pain soon passed, but I long agonized over my sexuality.

I never saw him again. When visiting Armidale a few years later I aimed to contact him, but he had moved back to the US.

Apart from jerking myself off I was completely celibate for a few months, then resumed a largely heterosexual life, eventually marrying, having children & divorcing. At last, I came out fully, at least to myself.

It is now more than 50 years since that wonderful night. Since then I must have had more than 100 metres of cocks down my throat & up my arse, & had litres of spunk in me & on me. But I never have recaptured the magic of my first man.