Forty six years ago I walked into another young guys bedroom, had him first suck on my large dick for some considerable time, then getting him to kneel up on his bed after us both stripping naked, I fucked him bareback ending both of our virginity's.
We fucked for over twenty minutes ending up with his ankles on my shoulders as I buried my length deep inside his arsehole. He'd cum by then, spurting his semen all over me as he'd rode my cock minutes earlier. He smiled at me as I built up to my own orgasm and told me to cum up his fuck hole. So I did.
Every day it seemed after that during our school summer holidays, I fucked Michael and we soon became inseparable young fifteen year old lovers. Unfortunately his father lost his job only weeks into our last school year together and his family moved. Although I did see him at school, it was never the same and we seldom found time to have sex after that.
Roll on twenty two years later. I'm in a pub with a straight biker mate and a young guy walks in looking to kick the shit out of someone, anyone who's knocked his motor cycle over. Being a biker myself, I walk outside and see his motorcycle on it's side and scratched. Knowing lots of people in the motor cycle game, I arranged for Andy to get it sorted for next to nothing, and had some extra work done for him, for free. After picking it up, he contacts me and we arrange to meet at a well known pub up in the Derbyshire national park close to my home.
It's obvious to me, Andy's not only interested in meeting me to say thank you for the work done on his motor cycle. And within minutes were riding off to a place I've fucked many a guys arsehole. He's such a cute looking guy, I get so horny when he's sucking on my dick, I cum all too quickly. But Andy just carries on sucking on my dick after swallowing my load. Fully hard again, we strip almost naked, then I get him to lean face down over a large flat rock I've enjoyed over the years, and thrust my cock up his beautiful backside. Having cum already, I was able to fuck him over and over again and then have Andy mount me as I lay on top of the rock. He came not long after tossing himself off as I fucked him, spurting his cum all over my chest. And seconds later I came for a second time, filling his hole with my watery cum.
The eighteen year old and I meet up several times after that. Each time with him wanting my eight and half inches buried deep up his behind. We usually fucked outdoors at places I knew, but sometimes he'd take me to place he said he used to fish with his father.
Five weeks back, I'm meeting a young "friend" I'd met online at a cafe who doesn't turn up, when I get a tap on my shoulder. Turning around I came face to face with Michael after not seeing him for nearly forty four years. It was he who recognized me and we embrace after he told me "Hey it's Michael". With him, is a young guy I think I recognize who looks a bit nervous. Michael and I part and he introduces me to Ryan his grandson. Sitting down with them both, I learn he's in the area to visit his son and grandson, but wanted to show his grandson where he grew up and the places he used to hang around.
There's an undeniable chemistry still between us, yet I also sense somethings a little amiss with Ryan. No sooner had Michael gotten up to go to the loo, a little later after us chatting, Ryan puts his hand onto my lap and tells me he's the young man I should have met, but he couldn't come alone as his granddad turned up unannounced. Ryan looks different to the pictures on his gay profile page, and tells me he's had his cut short.
When Michael gets back, we chat some more and Ryan puts a piece of paper in my hand under the table. We'd only contacted each other via the internet before, but Ryan's given me his mobile number, which I immediately text "Hi" to. Now I'm left with knowing, I'm with the grandson of the man I used to fuck in my school days, and he's gagging for me to have sex with him.
We go our separate ways with Michael promising to keep in touch, but telling me he's only going to be in the area for so long. No more than half an hour later with me arriving back home, I get a text message from Ryan asking me to please meet him back at the cafe an hour from then. I do so and listen to the young man almost beg me to stuff my cock down his throat. He knows I know his granddad, but he has no clue to what we were in our youth. If he did then maybe twenty minutes later when I fucked his mouth in my car, he might have thought differently about sucking me off.
If you're wondering if I had a pang of guilt about sticking my cock into his young mouth, you'd be wrong. Ryan is nineteen and old enough to know if he wants cock, pussy or both. Ryan and I have met more than a few times now, each time I've fucked his face and each time he jacks off his little cock and swallows my cum.
I did meet up with Michael again once, but nothing happened sexually between us. Not because I didn't want to fuck him again, because I would have, but because of something else that happened.
Dropping Ryan off a fortnight ago, he leapt off of my motor cycle after we'd been sucking one another off in the woodlands close to the hills near to me. I was going to fuck him that day, something we'd arranged to do, but I'd forgotten the condoms. The reason he leapt off my bike, was he'd seen his father walking along the street close to their home, with his girlfriend and didn't want them to see us together. And I'm so glad he did so.
Ryan's father just so happens to be a biker himself. And he's someone who enjoyed fishing with his father. He also liked having an older man fuck him over a flat rock and was as I remember a fantastic energetic fuck.
I'm not stupid, and I'm not going to let any of them know what, who and when, trust me. Ryan's dad was what it was, when it all briefly happened. And so was Andy's dad too when I was a kid myself. As for that young horny little bastard Ryan that contacted me last week, I am going to fuck him soon. And I'm going to enjoy his gorgeous looking and feeling arsehole as much as I can.