Life changed for me again when my wife introduced me to her father, the father she'd fallen out with eight years previously. And only seven months before we met.
They'd fallen out because her father had left her mother, after he'd had an affair. No one knew who the other person was, or if my wifes father had left to be with that person. I can tell you now, he didn't.
I was a twenty one year old man who didn't know his own sexuality. Meeting John at the swimming baths was purely by chance. Watching him dry himself, his tall muscular body, his handsome face and his long thick semi hard cock strangely turned me on. I didn't mean to stare, but his cock looked so beautiful, if a mans cock can look beautiful.
The moment he saw me looking I knew he wasn't bothered, in fact he turned to me so I got a better view of his long hanging dick. Lifting it up, as if he was pointing at me, he stroked it, smiled at me and asked my name.
The changing room was deserted as it always was at that time of night. John wasn't someone I'd seen before, as I went to the gym and swimming baths at that time, because of my studies. Whether through total confidence in himself, or that he knew me better than I knew myself, John asked me if I wanted to share his cubicle. I still had my towel wrapped around myself when I entered the small changing cubicle, John was naked and sporting a huge erection.
He didn't talk to me then, and I didn't ask. All he did was gently push me down until my face was level with his straining cock. Opening my mouth as if I'd done it thousands of times before, John held my face with one hand and slowly fed me his cock with the other.
I'd walked in the place only three quarters of an hour before and I'd walked in as a hetrosexual man, or so I thought. Slowly taking in more and more of John awsome cock, I knew my sexual world was about to change and I was enjoying every inch of his cock sliding over my tongue. There was no earth shattering loving moments as I wasn't practiced in the art of sucking cock. Neither did John want my mouth to be the receptical of his cum. He was face fucking me and I didn't really know what I was doing, and I knew John knew it too. When John picked me up, my mouth letting his stiffened cock slip between its lips, I wanted him to have the pleasures I always had had in the past from my girlfriends giving me blow jobs. John had other ideas.
He turned me around and pushed me agianst the cold hard tiled wall. I felt the heat of his breath on my ass cheeks as he pulled my buttocks apart, then his tongue snaked out and I felt him tongue my rear hole. It was a weird sensation to have a man sexing me, but it was also something I knew I would allow. I had always secretly wanted to be taken by a man, but always thought it would be someone of my age and in the comfort of a bed. Stood in that cubicle facing the cold wall, with a stranger who's massive cock was now probing at my asshole, I couldn't have been more willing and more needy. With his face next to mine, John said "Can I fuck you boy" They were the only words he spoke to me as his cock nudged a little into my body. I didn't answer him in words as such, all I uttered was "Uh huh".
The feeling of his cock passing through my asstube was painful. It hurt and it hurt badly, but I wanted him to finish in me, I wanted him to fuck me. There is no way of me informing you just how the pain changed to pleasure, I don't remember it changing, it just did. One minute I was holding onto the wall in pain, the next I was pushing back with my ass, hoping to impale myself deeper onto his cock, his cock, the cock that I'd seen him pointing at me.
John held my arms, gripping them tightly, moving them backwards as he began to thrust hard into my asshole. I was like a rag doll being fucked and I couldn't have cared less if everyone left in the building could see us fucking. I was so in tune with the nerves in my ass, I'd actually begun to cum. The feelings I'd gotten from the best blow jobs I'd ever had, or the best fucks from the prettiest girls didn't match the feelings Johns cock was sending through my body. It was if my whole being was cumming, then all of a sudden with Johns cock pounding my ass, I came all over the wall in front of me. My legs tried to give way, but John held me tight and thrust his cock into my ass harder and deeper than before. In one massive thrust, I felt his cock erupt inside me and heard the gutteral moan escape his lips. Withdrawing from my body his cock began to become flaccid. I sat on the small changing seat and John dressed himself.
Before he left me to get dressed myself, he handed me a piece of paper. On it was a cell phone number. As he walked away John said "Phone me if you'd like to have fun again". I text him four days later, a little unsure of why I was doing it. We met at a motel the next day and spent the whole afternoon sucking and fucking one another. The brief but extremely sexual relationship lasted five months. I never got to know who he really was and as quickly as it had all started, it ended when he didn't show up one day.
Then last month, eight and half years after we'd last seen each other, my wife introduced me to her father, John, a man who's cock had fucked me numerous times in the past.
This isn't a confession of me cheating on my wife, as I have no intention of having sex with John again. It's one of the secret I will live with forever, but one I needed to unburden somewhere.