Talk to just about any guy, and you'll find he has a handful of favourite sexual memories – most likely, the ones that he thinks about every time he reaches to beat his meat. But everyone seems to have one super-hot experience that stands out among all the others; that one time that still makes his balls stir when he thinks about it. For me, that experience took place on a hot August afternoon three years ago.

It was the summer after I graduated from college and I had a job lined up at a bank in the old financial district of Boston, not far from the waterfront. In mid-August the management trainee program started. The routine was pretty easy. I attended classes right in the bank building, and at the end of the day I'd meet my brother Bill who worked downstairs in the main office. We'd have a few beers and then head home.

One day classes ended early and I had lots of time to kill before Bill got out, so I decided to walk over to the waterfront and check out the docks. It looked like I had missed out on most of the day's activity, because the place was practically empty; most of the fishing boats were in for the day, and there weren't many workers around.

I spent about twenty minutes watching a cute young kid hose down the deck of a boat. He wore a cutaway muscle shirt that gave me a perfect view of his beautiful washboard stomach. His sun streaked blond hair offset his tanned face perfectly, and his long, muscular legs were almost hairless. He was wearing really short cutoffs, and I couldn't help but think about just what he had tucked away in those shorts.

"I'll get mine tonight," I thought, smiling to myself. I was planning on checking out the bars that night, and hoped I'd find more like him. Of course, that was the problem. During my college years, and at the bars I knew, I always met preppy types just like me. Just once I wanted to meet a real rough stud.

After a while the kid disappeared down into a hatch on the deck, so I walked down toward the far end of the docks. It was even more deserted in that direction, but I could make out someone working on an old trawler up ahead. As I got closer, I saw it was a shirtless, full-bodied man stacking lobster traps by the side of his boat.

He was deeply tanned, and had a classic prize-fighter's face, weathered and etched with lines of character. His fine brown hair was closely cropped and had a hint of grey at the sides. He was probably in his early fifties, but you never would have known it from his body. He had broad shoulders, and long sinewy arms that looked like they were made from steel cable – a body half the guys at the gym would have died for. And the big bulge in the front of his work pants showed that his upper body wasn't his only well developed feature.

As I watched the muscles of his back work, I realized the stud was starting to get me a little hot. I'm usually not attracted to older men, but this guy made me start to wonder why. He cut such an imposing figure, handling the heavy traps as though they were shoe boxes. I started to think about what it would be like to feel those powerful wrists, and lick the brown little nipples on his barrel chest. It didn't take long before all I was thinking about was sucking on this big hunk's tool and gurgling on a mouthful of salty sailor spooge!

At that point, I thought I'd hang around for a minute or two to watch him work. I didn't have anything better to do. Now, in just about any other situation I would have ambled over there and used some pretence or other to try to sweet talk my way into the stud's pants. In college, I'd sucked off dozens of guys who never dreamed they would ever have another guy choking on their meat. You know, in the end, most guys really don't care who's mouthing their slab – as long as they're getting their rocks off good. And sometimes those types come back for more. But I wasn't in college now. I was down by the docks on a summer afternoon and I didn't know what might happen.

Something told me not to try it with this old hand. The vibes were just wrong, and if he got mad at me he could have broken me in two with little effort. Still, I wanted a closer look at this huge imposing stud so I could have something to beat off to later. So I started over toward him, with my hands in my pockets, my heart pounding, trying to look as nonchalant as I could. After one step, I realized that my chinos weren't doing much to conceal the healthy hard on I had developed.

When I got closer, he looked up for a brief moment and I thought I saw a hint of an amused smile play on his lips. Then he went back to his work, and didn't even look up when I stopped a few feet from him.

I stood there for a couple of seconds noticing the faded tattoos that lined his thick wrists. Then I realized that I had better come up with something to say fast, if I didn't want to look like a complete idiot. "Boy, those traps look pretty old," I finally blurted out, feeling like a fool the second the words left my mouth.

He looked up at me and straightened his huge frame, his biceps flaring as he folded his arms in front of him. I don't know when I've seen such a mountain of a man up close.

"So, you want to know about lobster traps," he said with a smirk on his face. "Come around the corner here, and I'll show you how we land the big ones." He jerked his head toward the other side of the deck and I made the easy jump on board.

I figured I'd at least spend a few minutes with the guy. I followed him past the stacks of traps and into an old storage shed. To my amazement, he shut the door and turned around. It was dark in the shed but I could clearly see him unhitch his pants and let them fall to the floor, revealing a thick eight inches of Yankee tube steak. "I know what guys like you want," he growled. "Now get over here and suck me off. I don't got much time."

It took me all of two seconds to drop to my knees and stick my face into his musky crotch. I grabbed his hard butt with both hands and pressed my parted lips against the base of his fat cock with my nose in his matted pubic hair. But before I could get a mouthful of meat, he pulled my hair and jerked my head back. "Suck on my balls, sonny!" he ordered. "You don't get my dick until I say so!"

I surrendered eagerly. I dragged my open mouth down to his furry sac until his low slung balls were bouncing off my front teeth. I opened my mouth wide and accepted one big hairy ball. I could only take one of his lemon-sized nuts into my mouth at a time, so I went back and forth sucking first on one furry orb, then the other. While I tongued his bobbing balls, the sailor stroked the knobbed end of his heavy pud with one of his calloused hands. I could feel his big strong hand and hot shaft against my face. Meanwhile, I rubbed my own swollen dick through my pants.

"I knew I had a good suck job coming when I saw you staring at me before," he grunted as I hungrily mouthed his balls. "I saw lots of guys like you in the service, Jack, and you're all the same. You act real shy like, but once you see the meat, you turn into real go-getters!"

Careful not to speak with my mouth full, I continued to tongue-massage his big balls. The combination of his musky man scent mixed with the dank smell of the storage shed got me even hotter, and as I palmed my straining cock I thought my hard on was going to tear a hole in my pants. I didn't have a chance to take it out. After I had sucked on his nuts for about five minutes, he let his big dick fall down to the side of my face, and I knew my time had come.

"OK," he growled, "now you've earned the right to suck on my dick."

I wasted no time taking my mouth off of his hairy sac. I put my tongue at the base of his thick tumescent log and started to lick the underside of his wide shaft with short, darting strokes, making sure to cover every inch of his luscious dick.

"Don't give me any of that woman shit!" he yelled, pulling my head back. "Put my dick in your mouth and give me a blow job!" He pushed my head down over the fat red knob of his cock and thrust his huge rod down my throat.

Gasping, I took in as much of his man meat as I could, then moved my head back to get his huge dick at a better angle. His hot tool had gotten even fatter while he was fisting it, and I was amazed to find out that I could barely get my mouth around it. I realized I was going to have to give it my all if I was going to hilt this monster. Just as I prepared to take in his huge shaft, he grabbed the back of my head and thrust his crotch forward, forcing the head of his big dick right past my tonsils.

"Let's see how much of a dick sucker you really are!" he grunted, as he shoved his meat down my hungry throat again. I eagerly swallowed his monstrous slab, and cupped his muscular butt cheeks with my hands as he started pumping away.

As he rhythmically fucked my willing mouth, his big balls slapped against my chin, getting me so hot that I thought I was going to cream in my pants. I felt totally drunk on the man scent of his balls and sweaty pubic hair. My own poor throbbing dick was ready to explode, and I wished I could get my hands on it to give it the attention it was screaming for. But I had to hang on to the old salt's butt just to keep my balance. And I figured a case of blue balls wasn't a bad price to pay for a piece of meat like this!

He continued working my mouth mercilessly, shoving more of his enormous fuck tool down my throat with every stroke. But now I was starting to get my rhythm, and greedily took all the meat he mustered. As my throat relaxed, I was able to swallow more and more of his immense member, until finally I had my lips locked around the thick base of his shaft each time he pushed his joint down my throat. I started hilting his big cock and rubbing my chin against his furry balls with every one of his shoves. Spit and salty pre cum started leaking out of the corners of my mouth as I took in the full length of his shaft again and again.

"Damn, son, where'd you learn to suck cock like that?" he moaned, as his big balls tightened up in their hairy sac.

"Grocklstllsha," I replied, as I slurped greedily on his demanding cock. What I had tried to say was "Gym locker room."

I knew that before long I would be rewarded with a mouthful of his hot cum, because his balls were drawn back tight and were ready to pump it out for me. But the old sailor had different plans for me. He pulled his engorged member from my mouth and pointed down to the floor.

"Drop your pants and get on your hands and knees," he barked. "Now I 'm going to give you what you really want!"

I couldn't believe that old salt was into ass fucking guys! Of all the college football jocks I'd sucked off, not one ever wanted to split me. And it's just as well, since I only get fucked on very special occasions.

But being in the situation I was in, I knew that protesting would get me nowhere. So I let my chinos fall to the ground – finally freeing my hard, aching dick – and dropped down to my hands and knees.

"Stick your ass up in the air," he commanded, pushing my head downward. He was as strong as an ox. I lay with my wrists flat against the hard floor, my face pressed against a coil of rope. I raised my butt high in the air, and offered my quivering asshole to the stud. The sailor spit into his hand, then shoved a stout, calloused finger up into my ass. Shock and pleasure shot through my body as he roughly fingered my puckered asshole. As hot as I was, I was still freaked out at the thought of accommodating this stud's monster slab.

"This little bunghole of yours won't be so tight as this when I'm done with it!" he chuckled, as he worked two more fingers up into my butt. As he probed my violated asshole with his fat fingers, I freed a hand and caught hold of my bobbing hard on, and finally started stroking my engorged piece. I probably could have shot my load there and then, but that would make it tough to take the ass fuck I had coming – and I knew there was no way to stop the big stud now. I slowly stroked my dick as the sailor slid his fingers in and out of my lubed asshole. Finally, he pulled his fingers from my butt, and I braced myself for his one-eyed monster.

"Now you'll get what you need, sonny," he snorted, as he got ready to mount me. "I'm going to fuck your tight little backside till you see stars!" As he spread my asshole wide with his thumbs, he placed the fat knob of his huge cock against the opening of my primed butthole, and then, with a grunt, he pushed the head in past my quivering, puckered ass ring.

Pain shot through my insides and I bit my lower lip to keep from crying out.

"Ugghh," he grunted, and I knew my asshole was clamped tight around his shaft. "Hold on, city boy," he snarled, as he pushed his dick in further. I could tell right then that his giant horse cock was going to stretch me to my limits. But once he started to move that big cock in and out of me, I began to relax, and I knew that I was going to get the fuck of my life!

I started fisting my dick in rhythm with his now steady strokes, occasionally dropping my dong to play with my hanging nuts. As the sailor held me firmly by the hips and worked my rear, he knocked my body downward with each thrust, rhythmically pushing my face into the coil of rope with every stroke. But I was too busy enjoying this unequalled ass fucking to mind that. The old stud couldn't have had more than half of his extra wide cock in me, and already he was touching me in places I never dreamed existed.

By the sound of his grunting, I knew that the old salt was enjoying himself too. My asshole had a firm, hard grip on his thick piece, and he was obviously digging the tight dick massage he was getting.

"Damn, son," he panted, "you have the tightest little butthole! You must not get fucked too often!"

I certainly didn't get fucked like this too often! By now I was getting drilled by his entire tool, in full, long strokes. The sailor let out a low grunt each time he pushed his fat cock into me, and I kept rhythm by pumping at my own piece. I knew it couldn't go too much longer, and I wondered which of us was going to cum first.

Finally, the sailor's rhythm started getting jerky, and so I knew he was getting ready to cum in me. I pumped my throbbing dick furiously, knowing I was still moments away from spewing out my wad. At last my balls started tingling and I began to shoot.

I let out a groan as the hole of my red dick flared and a thick blast of hot white cum spilled out. I shot out long stream after stream of thick, hot spunk from my swollen rod, hitting my own chin, forehead and hair. Fantastic pleasure shot through my insides as I pumped my own cum bucket dry.

The sailor stud was so engrossed in fucking me that I didn't think he would even notice when I shot my wad. But when I came, my asshole convulsively clamped down tighter on his plunging meat, and I heard him moaning. I knew now from his movements that he couldn't last much longer. Sure enough, in a few seconds he started really bucking, and I knew it was time for me to take his load.

"Oh shit," he grunted as he started to shoot his spunk. He grabbed my hair and jerked back my head as he shoved his cock fully home, stuffing my asshole full of his relentless dick. As he ground his coarse pubic hair against my butt, he started shooting load after load of his thick, white seed up my hot asshole. I tried to keep my butt high up in the air for him as he delivered more and more of his hot spunk where I wanted it most. After a full minute of his steady pumping, I knew he had filled the depths of my ass canal with his hot cream, my reward for taking the best butt fucking I could imagine.

Then the sailor pushed me away from him, and reached down to pull up his work pants. Without a word, he hitched them up, turned on his heels, and went through the door of the shed. I threw my clothes on quickly and went outside, but he had vanished. I probably wouldn't have known what to say to him and his dick had done most of the talking anyway.

By the time I got back to the bank, my brother Bill was ready to go. He wanted to know why my hair was messed up, and why my elbows were skinned, but I never did tell him. To this day, he probably thinks I got into a fight. That's just as well, because I still don't know exactly what I got into that day at the docks. I just know how hot it was.