The day I lost my anal virginity while hitchhiking from the London docks, I arrived home quite late. I was, literally, buggered so I decided not to go out that evening, although it was a Friday. I had the weekend off and didn't have to rejoin the barge till Monday morning, so I decided to go to the pub for a lunch time drink on Saturday.
I met my best mate, Steve, at our local pub, the Ship and Anchor, commonly known as the Shit and Wanker. Over a few drinks in the beer garden, I told him about my encounter the previous day. Although he seemed mildly shocked at first, he was intrigued and demanded I tell him everything in fine detail, several times over. Eventually, our conversation turned to more mundane topics and we both staggered off to our respective homes when the pub closed for the afternoon at about three o'clock.
I didn't see Steve again that weekend, but the following Saturday I called round to his house in mid morning. We'd arranged it, so he was expecting me, but I was surprised when he opened the front door wearing only a pair of tight white briefs. I stood at the door and gaped at him for a few seconds, distracted mainly by the large bulge visible in his underpants. The sight of it made my anus clench with lust. I'd never had any sexual feelings towards Steve before, but it seemed the good fucking I'd received the previous week had awakened something erotic in me.
"Come in then!" he said, slightly impatiently, nodding his head towards the inside of the house
When I was inside Steve said "Let's go and sit in my bedroom and smoke a joint", and led the way upstairs. Following behind him, my eyes were glued to his tight little arse in the white cotton underpants he was wearing. The sigth of his his buttocks moving under the fabric took my breath away and I felt a bit dizzy with lust. But we were soon at the top of the stairs and I had to stop leering at him.
Steve lived with his parents, but they were out for the day, so we probably could have smoked anywhere in the house, but we normally sat in his room when we wanted to get high.
"Why are you nearly naked?" I asked after we sat down on his bed.
"Well", he replied, "I've been thinking a lot about what you told me last weekend and I thought maybe we could have sex."
"Oh! In that case," I replied, turning towards him and placing my hand on the bulge in his undies. He gasped as I gave his cock and balls a gentle squeeze through the cotton fabric, and I felt his cock begin to stir under my touch. I stroked his bulge for a few seconds before slipping my fingers beneath the waistband and wrapping them round his cock. The feeling of his hard dick made me gasp too now and, after a brief hesitation, I leant forward, putting my other arm round his bare shoulders and kissed him on the lips. We stayed like that for a while, our lips locked together and our tongues probing each others' mouths, and my hand gripping his now fully hard dick.
It felt weird to be kissing my mate, and even weirder to be holding his cock in my hand while I did it, but it also felt comfortable and natural, and his mouth tasted wonderful. But I broke it off after a couple of minutes, and said "I need this fat cock in my arse right now!"
I pulled back a little way, with my hand still inside his underpants and looked at his crotch. His erection was making a big tent so I pulled it out above the waistband and gasped again in a mixture of awe and shock at the size of it. My anus clenched, either in excitement or terror, I wasn't sure which, but I knew I had to taste it before we went any further, so I moved off the bed and knelt on the floor in front of where Steve was sitting.
"Let's get these off you for a start." I said, moving my hands to the waistband of his undies and beginning to pull them down. He lifted his arse off the bed and allowed me to take them all the way off. Once they were on the floor and he was sitting there completely naked, I returned my attention to his hard cock and licked the tip of his foreskin. That made him moan quietly, so I kept going, and wrapped my lips round the end of his dick, trying to slip my tongue beneath his foreskin, which didn't really work. I took his cock out of my mouth again and peeled his foreskin back with my hand instead, revealing its purple head, which I put back into my mouth, licking and sucking it as I did so. I hadn't sucked the driver off when he fucked me last week, so this was my first taste of cock and I was instantly in love with it. The expression "cock sucker" popped into my head as I slurped on Steve's delicious hardon and I couldn't help smiling. Sucking cock was fucking wonderful, why the fuck would it be used as an insult, I wondered. People are weird.
Anyway, it occurred to me that if I wanted it in my arse, I'd better stop sucking it before he cums, so I reluctantly lifted my head back and let it drop from my mouth.
"Awwww..." Steve said in a whiny voice, "why did you stop?"