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A First Time For Everything
(Fergie Boy)

What can I say! He made for a remarkable sight: he had a sleek mat of black hair which ran from his neck all the way down to the bottom of his rib cage, then tapered off to a band running down to his navel and beyond to his thick thatch of curly black pubes. Thankfully his nipples weren't in the slightest disguised by all this fur; they were clearly visible and looked big and erect, sitting proud on his meaty pecs. It was a glorious sight; seeing his chest alone would have made my night and have furnished me with endless erotic fantasies, but it was nothing compared to what I saw standing proud and fully erect at the top of his legs.

Yes! I know. I almost feinted with shock. Bill McLean, arguably the sexiest man on campus, was standing opposite me with a raging hard on! 

Naturally I sneaked a good eyeful. It didn't occur to me that I was intended to do more than look. Such an innocent I was in those days.



***



The first thing I noticed was his crotch. It had become second nature to sneak a glance at it every time I climbed in the truck. It was always there directly in my line of view as I got in - I was sure that he never suspected I always looked at it. It was a crotch I had come to know well over the past fortnight, and I spotted the difference straight away; it was bigger than normal, and that's saying something - Georgie boy, the big horny stud, was most definitely semi-hard!

Now my brain was racing, as was my heart. Of course it could be just pure chance - I often get semi-hard for no good reason; but it was all a little suspicious.

"Can I ask you something?" he said once I had seated myself. He threw me a look with the question then turned away to focus on his steering wheel.

My heart raced even faster, adrenalin flooding my system; no single emotion was driving it; everything was there and all mixed up. 

"Of course; what is it?" I asked, failing miserably from keeping a tremor out of my voice.

"You know how you've been telling me about what you get up to at Stirling."

"Aye."

"Well; it just seems a bit odd."

"What does?"

"All this sport that you do and the friends you go out with and the things you get up to. Sounds like a great time but..."

"But what, George?"

"You never mention any girls."

Now my heart stopped and I could feel my face flush. It was the moment I had dreaded but knew must come. Someone was going to confront me: not just call me a poof as an insult, like the kids at school had done; but ask me, man to man, about my sexuality.   

"And?" I managed to say.

"Well, all of the single blokes of your age that I've ever known... they talk about nothing else other that who they were shagging over the weekend. I mean... you've got it all there on tap. I would imagine that there's fanny all over that campus, but..."

I heard no malice in his voice. There was no threat. Two weeks ago I would have thought that George would be the last person I would ever come out to; but here I was finding the courage at last.

"But I don't sniff after any of it," I said. It wasn't quite an admission. I still had a get out if he did turn nasty. 

"Well, do you?"

I couldn't believe that I was going to say it. This had all come so unexpectedly. I had never told anyone; and here I was with a bloke who could smash me to a pulp, someone I barely knew... but yet it felt right. He wasn't accusing; he was simply asking, and I saw no reason to lie.

"No. They don't do it for me. Is that a problem? Am I going to be crawling back to quarry with a split lip?"



***



I accepted the cloth and cleaned up my mess. I resisted the temptation to ask him if he fancied a taste - that was probably pushing my luck too far.

"Saves me having to jerk off round the corner once you've gone," I said instead.

"Is that what you do?" he asked with a big smile on his face; recognising all more that I had needs just like him.

"Aye; and then I'm at it again an hour later when I'm alone in the office."

"No!"

"Yes! Sometimes twice; I'm a randy little bugger," I replied; then I reached out and gave his stiff cock a rub with the palm of my hand and added, "And sucking this every day makes me even worse, not better... Did you enjoy it?"

"Oh aye. It was great; you're improving all the time."

"It didn't spoil it for you then... me coming?"

"I hardly noticed... No, it didn't spoil it. I don't mind seeing your cock."

"So it would appear... you're still rock hard."

"I'm a bit like you... a right randy fucker. Having a blowjob every day is great, but it makes me want more. Funny that!"

"I'm in no rush."

"Well, if you fancy getting back down there; I'm sure this delivery can wait another ten minutes."

I paused, wondered if I was going too far, but decided to take the chance. "If that's all you want, then okay; but..."

"But what?"

"No, it's all right," I said, shying away.

"Clark! Don't give me that shit. Are you talking about what I think you are?"

There was no point shying any further. "I think the word you're searching for, George, is fucking. And aye, that's what I'm talking about, but... Well, it's probably asking too much."

"I haven't fucked a lad's arse in a long time... So, would you be up for it?"

"Hell yes! So you've fucked guys before?" 

"A few, when I was younger."

"I haven't," I replied in a whisper. "I've never been fucked."

"You're joking!"

"No."

"And... you want me to... to..."

"To fuck me; to be my first... of course I do!"

"That should be something special. It's like losing your cherry really, isn't it... I mean... taking it up the ass?" 

"It would be special if you did it."



***



I had never seen such a thing before; it was so beautiful; like a luscious tropical fruit oozing with juice. I knew I had to try; surely I would never come across a more tempting hole to lick. I leaned forwards and took my first taste of a man's arse. A slow lap along the widened crack then rapid flicks at the hole; there was a mild acrid sort of taste, but that didn't put me off - quite the opposite in fact. A few licks and I was totally hooked. 

I gave the crack and the pucker a few more laps then I forced my tongue all the way in. It was sensational; totally blew my mind. I buried my face in between Russell's fleshy cheeks and didn't surface again for the next ten minutes. I loved this new taste and texture; it was so erotic - and the feel of plump buttock's in my hands as I licked out the chute added to it all the more.



***



"Apparently I'm going to be fucking your arse as well tonight," said the hairy one once he had removed his tongue from my throat. "And very tidy it feels as well."

Then my muscle man joined in; he took my hand and placed it on the hairy one's ass.

"Fucking us both and getting fucked by us both. Isn't that right? I'm Dean by the way; your host for the night. And I expect us all to have a good fuck at each other... Is everybody happy with that; or do I need to find a more accommodating pair for the threesome I have in mind?"

I laughed not able to believe my luck. "God, yes! That sounds like an excellent plan."

I gave them both a good feel; arses and cocks - a very nice pairing indeed. Then I reached into my pocket and found my second pill. 

Flying in Glasgow: and the night had just begun. I was nineteen, a fledgling with wings newly discovered. I wanted to soar and reach for the sun; and like Icarus before me who had took to the sky, the last thing on my mind was falling and hitting the ground with an almighty crash!