Mike's first bust

Mike was the first man who fucked me. The first real man that is. All the others had just been kids, guys around my own age. I saw him on my first day of training in the army. He was an instructor and I wanted him the moment I saw him. Given the chance, I’d have gone down on him and gobbled his cock on the parade ground. He kept shouting at me to keep looking straight ahead, but I couldn’t take my eyes off his body as he moved around in his tight-fitting uniform. I didn’t take in a word of what he was saying; I just kept thinking of what he would look like naked. And three weeks later I knew. He was strong and muscled without a strand of hair on his body and the tan was only broken by the pale scars that he had acquired during the Falklands campaign in 1982. He’d smuggled me into his room and was standing before me, his cock swaying in front of him with a tiny blob of cum hanging at the tip.

I just reached out and took hold of his balls. Playfully at first, savouring the smooth warm flesh as I rolled them in my hand. Then steadily harder, as I tightened my grip. I was a seasoned buster by then and knew all the reactions that my clenched fist had produced. Squeals of pain, curses, pleas to stop, frantic struggling to free those precious jewels. But his reaction took me by surprise. He didn’t speak, didn’t try to get away or pull me off. He just smiled. Like he was laughing at me or challenging me. Well, I’d never liked being laughed at and I was up for a challenge, so I dropped to my knees and licked the cum off his cock as I pulled down on his balls. Then I began tightening my grip. Slowly, inexorably. Still he didn’t speak or try to free himself. But when I looked up, the smile had gone; his face was now set like a mask. I did have the satisfaction of hearing him suppress a gasp when I released my grip slightly before snapping my hand shut like a vice. Then I pulled hard down, forcing him to sink to his knees. I wanted to know how much he could take. But more importantly I desperately needed him to fuck me and his cock was drooping to half-mast now.

So I released him. For a few moments he stayed on his knees, drawing in deep breaths. Then he launched himself up, grabbing me and throwing me onto the bed. I lay there watching his cock stiffen again, expecting a thorough pounding as punishment for what I had done to me. But he surprised me. He mounted me gently and took me in a long slow fuck. Before he had finished, I knew I wanted to marry him and I did.

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