Thinking of retiring early, I asked my financial adviser if he could call by. Instead he sent Chris, a junior clerk because he himself was ill.
Chris is nineteen, slim and tiny in what I now know to be in every way. He is however extremely astute.
Waiting until my wife left to go shopping for yet another new hand bag with her best friend, myself and Chris got down to some serious number crunching.
After about three quarters of an hour, Chris asked me if I enjoyed giving massages. When I asked him why, he responded by telling me, and I kid you not, he thought I'd give a great arsehole massage.
When he saw my face, he added "You've got a hard on, why not use it".
I'd like to explain something here. As a seventeen year old kid, I once had a guy a lot older than me give me some advice about earning lots of money, and strangely during that advice I got a boner. That older man persuaded me back then it would be good for me if I let him suck me off. He did so and that was the first and last time I had any form of sex with a guy.
That was until I met Chris. It was like deja vu. Chris put his hand onto my cock bulge, looked directly into my eyes and said "When was the last time you got to fuck someone who really wanted fucking". What Chris didn't know, myself and my wife hadn't had any sex in over six years.
It took no more than a few strokes of his hands on my straining hard cock to tell him to follow me. In our bungalow bedroom, I watched a nineteen year old lad strip and saw for the first time a guy with a really small fully erect cock. Chris's cock is about, and this isn't bullshit, three inches fully erect.
But it wasn't his cock Chris was interested in having sexed. Turning around for me, Chris held his arsehole open and asked me if I'd like to fuck him.
Undressing myself, I enjoyed his reaction to my cock springing forwards out of my underwear. Moving over to my wife's side of the bed, I grabbed a tube of hand cream and got onto the bed with Chris. Smearing it liberally all over his rear hole, I didn't waist any time in putting my cock head to his arse opening and pushing in. I thought to myself, If I stop, I'll never be able to fuck him. So without thinking to much, I thrust as hard as I dare and entered another males backside for the very first time. And I can inform everyone now, It felt absolutely fucking fantastic.
No sooner than my cock had delved into his arse, as far as I dared at first, Chris looked around and said "Don't be afraid, I love it rough".
Bingo, green light, full steam ahead, power to your cock. Every part of me switched from a man who had to masturbate for six years, to one who had been given the express permission to fuck him as hard as I wanted. So I did.
I'm not too sure (I'll have to ask him) if Chris got as much enjoyment as I did during those first sexual times we spent together. It didn;t last long. No more than ten minutes I guess. But in those ten minutes changing position once, I took six years of sexual frustration out on his beautifully cute tight arsehole.
I screwed that young man so hard and so fast, I was totally knackered by the time I'd heard him cum, and then climaxed myself, sending my sperm deep into his arsehole.
Lay side by side, Chris asked me if I was ok. Turning to him I asked him if he was gay. A huge smile crossed his face and looking down at his even smaller flaccid cock, he said "Only when I'm being fucked". We both laughed, but our laughter was cut short by the sounds of my wife's friends car pulling up on our drive.
Only just getting sorted out, my wife walked in as casual as you like, picked up her purse she'd forgotten from the coffee table, and told me she and her friend were having tea out.
Chris and I cleared up the paperwork. I signed off on a few things and then I lead Chris back to bed. I got my first ever taste of cock, as Chris sucked mine back to life. And then I fucked him slowly spooning him, as my first cum load lubed his arsehole for me. It was also my first ever male kiss when Chris turned his head towards me.
There wasn't any time limit on how long I fucked him, I just did. And so with my cock slowly fucking Chris's gorgeous bottom, I found myself telling him in his ear, I'd love to fuck him again and again.
Our retirement plans have become complicated, or so my wife thinks, as Chris visits once a week. It's always when she's off out somewhere or other so we can have sex in relative safety and comfort. What my wife doesn't know, is I also see and fuck Chris during the week at his small flat, when she attends her council meetings.
Retirement has been a whole bundle of sexual fun so far. And long may it last.