This a true account of my life over the last six weeks and touches on what happened nearly two years ago.
A couple of years ago I got into a bit of a brawl with two young guys outside of a shop. One of them had I thought, bumped into me on purpose. I made a comment about it and before I knew it, I was punched.
The outcome was us all swapping blows, but I ended up the worse having my completely shut and blackened. Although the police was called, the lads disappeared and nothing was done.
Six weeks ago I was out with our dog walking a different route to normal. Out of nowhere it seemed, a young man approached me and immediately said he was sorry. I didn't recognize him at all, yet he continued to say he was sorry and that he'd love to make it up to me. My puzzled look made him stop and then he said "The shop, the fight, I'm one of the boys who hit you".
My memory instantly came back to me and I stepped away. He pleaded with me to say he wasn't there to cause trouble, but to make things right between us. It had been nearly two years since the fight, so I wondered why now.
Before I could say anything he said "I'd love to give you a blow job and maybe more".
I was out of there in no time, but on my way back to our home, I got an incredible hard on and my mind kept on thinking about not only having him suck on my dick, but also fucking him too.
It was walking back I also remembered what I'd said to them back then. I said as they bumped into me "Watch where you're going, you faggots". It was wrong of me to say it, and totally the wrong approach to anyone, even if one as it's now proved, is bisexual.
Three dayas later in the light rain, I took the dog out again, and purposely walked the same route. Sure enough at the same spot, the lad approached me. Only then looking around did I see a block of flats, which easily gave him the view and time to walk over to where we stood.
The conversation I can tell you the second time, was different. Before he said anything I asked him if he wanted to suck my dick outside or in his flat. He looked surprised turning to look at the flats, then said "Anywhere you want".
Even now I'm not sure why I lead us both into the tree line. Yet I did and I lowered my trousers and boxers. His huge smile and his actions next has altered my whole attitude to gay sex.
Dropping down on the wet floor, he took hold of my cock and opened his mouth. Looking down at him as my dog sniffed around, I gripped his head and told him to "Suck it good boy". He did precisely that and had my cock pulsing so hard with his marvelous blow job. Every inch of my seven inches were licked, sucked and gently nibbled on. It took me back to girlfriends of old, and reminded me my wife hadn't sucked on my dick for years, nor had we fucked for ages.
With the thought of fucking, I stopped him sucking on my cock, although I wanted to cum in his mouth. Lifting him up I said "You mentioned maybe more. I'd love to fuck you".
It was my turn to look surprised as he stripped off totally naked. Removing his track suit bottoms, his lightweight jacket and t-shirt, then his trainers. He had no underwear on and no socks. Almost as if he knew we'd be having sex.
Moving over to a gnarled old tree, he leant onto it, presented his arsehole to me, turned his head and said "Take out the fight on my hole, fuck me and fuck me hard".
There was no need for him to say what he had, as in my mind I had only one thought, to thoroughly enjoy his fuckhole and have a real good time exploring a sexual side to myself I didn't know I had.
Losing my virginity to Claire my first ever fuck, was ok at best. Losing my virginity to a young man who I'd once swapped blows with, was monumental is as much as my dick, my mind and my whole self was on fire with desire and total sexual energy.
I didn't just fuck that young lad that day, I laid bare all of my misconceptions and gave him and myself a completely wonderful experience. I'm not sure for how long we fucked, but we changed positions twice. After sliding my cock up his arsehole from behind, I marveled at how beautiful my cock looked sliding up his rear hole. He moaned out load and told me it felt amazing, encouraging me to fuck him harder. Holding his shoulders and pulling him onto me, I withdrew my cock almost, and then sank it so deep into his arsehole, fucking him without cause for his comfort or pleasure.
It was to me the best feeling sexually I'd ever experienced, and I kept on fucking him until he suggested we try something else.
He lay down on the wet earth and rolled his legs over his head. His gorgeous hole was just there, so perfect for fucking, and I took him and it at my pleasure for next however long it was. I had to squat each time I thrust into him from that position, yet I could see his face and absolute joy he was getting from me fucking him. It drove me and I was soon giving him what he wanted, and I needed. Almost to the point of cumming, he moved us again.
This time he had me lay where he'd been. Standing over me, he lowered himself and impaled his arse onto my throbbing, unbelievably hard cock. Putting his hands on my chest, he smiled down at me and we fucked.
He bounced and bounced and bounced up and down on my dick, making himself cry out many times. Then when I was building upto my orgasm, he shook violently and his cock exploded. His cum spurted out all over my jacket, and some landed on my face, but I didn't care. Then like someone flicking a switch, my own orgasm ripped through me and my cock erupted up his arsehole. Thrusting and pumping out every drop up his arse, he finally sank forwards and we there.
Our faces close and his cum on my face, he slowly licked it off. Smiling down at me, like we'd done it a thousand times before, we kissed. We were still kissing when the dog barked and we got ourselves together. Seconds later a guy walked past with his dog, just as I got mine restrained.
It rained again the following day, but it didn't matter as I drove my cock up his arsehole again. When I came up his arse that afternoon, he said he was sorry and hoped I forgave him. We chatted afterwards about his involvement in the fight, and he told me uit was his punch that had blackened my eye. I questioned him about how he knew my eye had blackened. It was then he told me who he was and is to me.
Even knowing afterwards who he is, I continued to see and have sex with Kyle. It turns out my sister who I've not seen in many many years (Long story) has a son. His name is Kyle and he adores having my cock thrust down his throat, but mostly deep inside his beautiful tight arse.
Over the last six weeks we've had sex everywhere. In his flat, in the home I share with my wife and lots of places outdoors, as well as my car.
Kyle is a wonderful thoughtful young man, and soon will be working for me. He'll also be moving out of his council flat and into a modern clean place that I just so happen to own. The tenants who occupy it now are moving abroad, and in their place Kyle will live in it. He'll also be keeping us both happy by welcoming me round to enjoy his bed.
Why not his, as I don't share a bed with his aunt anymore.