It was my 30th birthday the other day. A landmark day and one I enjoyed along with my family. It was another landmark birthday though that stays fresh in my mind, and one I relive in my memeory over and over again, especially when I see him with his grandchildren.

Tony O, was someone who when I was a young man, was someone to avoid. His reputation preceeded him in the community I lived in and around other parts of the country back then. So hearing he wanted to see me without knowing why, made me very scared. I tried to avoid places I knew he'd be, but the day after my 18th birthday I ran into two of his minions. They in turn practically marched round to a derelict building to meet up with Tony O.

I was trembling with fear when I entered the long gloomy upper floor. Immediately I saw him stood with another man, disgussing someones downfall no doubt, probably my own I thought. I didn't know what I'd done, but I knew enough to know if Tony wanted to see you, you were normally in trouble. Dismissing all three of the men Tony smiled at me, which if anything made me even more nervous. Asking me to join him he lead us into a small room off the main floor. It was a room that looked out of place in the derelict building as it was carpeted, furnished and lit by dimmed lighting. Pointing to a chair Tony asked me to sit.

He opened the conversation. Actually it wasn't much of a conversation. It was him talking and me agreeing. He started by asking me if the rumours were true. When I didn't answer, looking dumb, he said "Is it true you've got a large cock". I still didn't answer, not because I felt brave, but because I couldn't get into my head why someone with his reputation would want to know if I had a large cock. Standing closer to me he simply said "Take your jeans and underpants off and show me your dick". In a half dazed state, I did just as he asked.

For the next ten minutes I stood facing the wall opposite, shitting myslef and not daring to look down. Tony O, the man who nearly everyone I knew feared, was on his knees in front of me and he was sucking on my cock. As he licked up and down my cock shaft, then sucked in my bulbous mushroom shaped cock head, all I could think about was "don't fucking cum in his mouth". I didn't need to fear that.

With my cock fully erect and straining to cum, Tony stood up removed all of his clothing except his socks, walked over to a desk and a set of draws, took out a condom and a tube of something. He leaned over the desk opened the tube and smeared what I later found out to be lube, all over his arsehole. Looking directly at me Tony told me to put the condom on and these were his words and I remember them very very clearly "Fuck me and make me cum, or else". Walking over to him with my cock wrapped in rubber, I put the head of my cock to his arsehole and pushed in.

I was so nervous I started to fuck him in slow gentle thrusts, that was until Tony O told me "Look I said fuck me and make me cum, I only cum by being fucked hard, now fucking fuck me". Gripping his shoulders I took my arse back looked at his hole and buried my cock deep inside his rear over and over again. I pounded his arse for all I was worth. Firstly out of abject fear, but the more I fucked him the more I began to enjoy having my cock up a fearsome mans rear hole (It was my first male hole) Tony began to buck back onto me the more I got into fucking him. And soon we were fucking as though we'd been gay lovers for years.

His cock, which wasn't, isn't much to write home about became rock solid and I could hear it slapping against the desk as I went deeper into his arsehole. Then as I was building up rhythm and speed Tony cried out and came all over the desk in front of him. Still with a semblance of fear inside me I was trying not to cum up him, but he had other ideas. As soon as his orgasm subsided he told me to cum for him, to cum up his arse. A few more thrusts and that's precisely what I did. I came up Tony O arsehole and it felt amazing.

As I got dressed Tony sat in a chair still naked. He asked me if I wanted to visit him weekly. I was about to say no, when he said "I think you should don't you". For two years I paid Tony a visit. Not at the derelict building but at his home. The sex we had was always kept as a "Fucking of his arse" and never a close loving form of sex. But I soon began to enjoy filling his hole with my dick. His way of life ended our agreement and after that I met the girl I was to marry. Tony O is still a man tobe feared, but I don't fear the fact, for a time I fucked the shit out of him...