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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Aged 18 I needed a but of extra cash so I took a Thursday night round delivering a local advertising paper. I only had 100 houses to do! The last ones were a set of bungalows on the edge of town, countryside behind. I'd park my bike up and dash down the road in and out of each garden. Then run back to my bike and home. Overtime, I'd meet one or two of the owners, usually old and alone. But the farthest one, all on it's, own was owned by a gay couple, early forties.
Charles the older of the couple was usually about. He'd come out and say hi. His partner worked shifts and often wasn't there. One day, I arrived soaked from the rain. As I pushed his paper through the letterbox the door swung open. "Oh you'll catch your death" he said. "Do you need to dry off?" I was so wet it was running down my back and my jeans were saturated. "It's ok " I replied, " be ok". "At least have a hot drink" he offered. My bike was locked and it was getting dark. Both my parents would have been still at work and I was tempted. But this meant going into the house of a gay man. Charles was big and stocky with very short hair and glasses. But he was friendly so I said ok and squelched through his door.
He took my back and coat and asked what I wanted to drink. Tea I said. He looked at me and said to perhaps get out of my wet clothes and he'd put them through the tumble dryer. He could give me a dressing gown in the meantime. So I agreed and he provided the gown, made my tea whilst I undressed in front of his log fire.
I took off a shirt, shoes and socks and peeled my jeans down. Underneath, I was wearing just a G-string which I wore for purely sexual satisfaction! Of course before I got the gown on, Charles appeared. "You're soaked through" he said, "best get a towel". He put my tea down on a small coffee table and went to the bathroon. He came back quickly and started to dab at me with it. I was a bit embarrassed but just let him do it. Something about him on this dark wet evening seemed comforting. He gave me the towel to finish off and then handed me my tea. I drank from the cup then fumbled it spilling the contents over the gown. "Clumsy" he laughed and took the gown. "Just dry off in front off fire" he said. I was cold so did just that. Charles went to the kitchen with the gown and returned.
He sat and began chatting. Asked If I had a girlfriend. No. Did I play sports! Yes etc . Being so young it didn't take much to get aroused. I could feel my cock moving as the heat from the fire warned my buttocks. My body then was quite toned and hairless. Plus I had thick wavy hair, big blue eyes and very nice lips which people often commented on.
Charles was wearing a white t-shirt sand jogging bottoms. No socks or slippers. A chain with a cross hung from his neck. I noticed a virgin Mary and other religious stuff. "I nearly became a monk" he joked as he saw me looking around. He got me another tea as I sat down on the sofa.
When he returned he sat beside me. Not long and his hand was placed near my thigh. This sent a shock through me and my cock became extremely erect. I was not gay but this was the first feel I had ever had! Silence. Then he slowly asked if I wanked. Yes I replied. In that case would I like to look at some magazines he asked. Yes I replied. I did like my dirty mags and already had a stack at home.
Charles went to a back room and had in his hands two or three mags. He handed them to me. They were foreign I noticed and had lots of hairy moustached me. This was the mid 80s by the way . I flipped through them. Most were solo poses of naked men, one or two stern looking women and a few scenes of them together. A few penetration scenes had those big black censor dots over them . There was a lot of writing, and with a story of some such plus the scenes were quite artistic. One picture clearly showed a big butch man penetrating a golden haired, fair youth . I was well aware that my tiny g-string was hardly containing my hard on. I am not small in that area and it would have been quite obvious to him.
Without much further ado, Charles was fondling me. He stripped and stood in front of me. His hairy stocky body and a huge eight inch erection. His purple helmet swelled and glistened. He got down and sucked me off. I let him. He did it twice in fact. He offered his but I was too shy a lad to try. He stood wanked and showered his hot cum over my well chewed cock . Clothes dry, I went home. I was a bit bothered I'd had a gay experience but my cock felt so good.
If course over a year or so, I went back to his place about once a week for blow jobs. Eventually I sucked his and have since been a life long cock sucker myself. But nobodies sperm ever has matched his . He initiated me into being fucked. In his back garden he had some woods and in there over the back he had some sort of canvas inflatable thing. Over that he had erected a frame from metal poles. Some nights when not too cold, he'd lead me naked down the path (his garden was secluded) and lay me on the inflatable . He'd always suck me. Then I'd suck and swallow him. After he'd turn me over and holding the frame fuck me . Grunting like a man possessed he'd shoot a good load into me. He was clean and I trusted him. We used condoms first time but always after, no. His bf didn't play about, was quite earnest and not that interested in sex . I was Charles's release, his play thing. Being the 80s I did wonder but found his gay attentions must welcome. Eventually I moved away and found a girlfriend or two. I went back once and passed by. He saw me and came out. We ended up in bed and saw one another on and off again for many years after.
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