For a couple of years I'd dreamed, fantasized and wished he'd fuck me, but then everybody and everything said he couldn't. I'd already been fucked by a couple of lads my age, and had older men than him, stick their cocks deep up my arsehole. Yet he was off limits.
Ever since I walked in and watched him fucking her with his huge cock, I wanted him and it inside my mouth and arse. He was straight though, and straight men didn't fuck young boys like, especially him.
At the age of sixteen I went to work with him at his timber yard. It was there I grew up in many ways and even had an older employee of his fucking me during our lunch breaks. Even so I longed for his cock and wanted so badly for society to understand it was ok.
Two years flew by and by then I was confident bottom. I understood my role during sex and had a few guys who I entertained regularly. Cute, good looking, handsome, even drop dead fucking gorgeous are all terms that were aimed at me from other men, usually married men. Yet the one man I wanted so so badly, wouldn't or couldn't fuck me.
I'd left my cash card at work. Knowing I was out that Friday night, I needed it and drove back. The lights were on, which wasn't that surprising given he was at the yard most Friday evenings around that time.
Not thinking anything other than getting my cash card, I let myself in with my keys and saw them straight away. He'd taken on a young guy called Scott only two months before. Scott, as everyone who knew us both, was a spitting image of me at that age. And he was naked fucking Scott's arsehole so hard over his desk.
I was instantly jealous and instantly turned on at the same time. I was also confused. He was straight right?. He loved her, yet there he was balls deep up a sixteen year olds arsehole and by the look of it, it wasn't his first time fucking a young guys arsehole.
I stood and watched for about a minute or two with my cock bursting in my trousers. Only when they changed position and he had the young man mount his enormous dick, did they both notice I was stood there. He knew it was too late to deny anything, so pumped his cock upwards deep inside Scotts hole whilst looking directly at me. Asking me what I wanted as Scott tried to climb off his cock, I told him I'd come to get my cash card, and if he was really asking, his cock up MY arsehole.
Scott left ten minutes later in a taxi. He left with a couple of hundred quid for his troubles and flea in his ear from me about returning back to work. He'd gone to put his clothing back on, but I'd told him to remain as he was.
No sooner had Scott left in the taxi, I moved over to his desk, undressed completely showing him my erection and listened to him say something I will always remember my entire life "I've wanted to fuck you for years".
The moment I heard those words I dropped down, took hold of the one erect penis I'd always wanted and devoured it. I sucked on his dick, the like of which I'd probably never given anyone else that kind of blow job. Tasting Scott's anal juices on his cock didn't dissuade me either. I'd wanted, longed for him to have sex with me, and there I was on my knees sucking on his beautiful hard on.
He was fucking my mouth after only a shrt time and I knew with him fucking Scott earlier, he'd probably be close and I wanted him to fuck me. Rising up quickly, I lay face down on his desk, looked back at him and told him to fuck me.
If you're a bottom like myself, you'll understand what I mean when I say, receiving his cock, after he'd spat all over my rear hole, when I was fully prepared, was in itself for me right then and there, the most most wonderous feeling you can ever have. His cock immediately sent waves of intense pleasure throughout my entire body and I knew from then on he and I would become lovers.
It might not have been the movie version of how you'd think you would want to be fucked by the man you love most in the world, but with his powerful thrusts up my arsehole, and it being who he was and is to me, it could not have been better.
As soon as he gripped my shoulders pressing me down harder onto leather lined oak desk, I knew he was about to cum. Reaching under myself I was about to grip my own cock and toss myself off. That's when his cock erupted inside of me and instead of me touching my cock at all, it too erupted below me and I was cumming as his semen filled my arsehole.
He lay on top of me breathing hard for a minute or so. Then kissing my right ear, he told me to stay where I was.
There was a bright flash and I realised he'd just taken a photo of me and my fucked arse.
Thinking that was our first fuck finished, I went to retrieve my clothing. He sat in his leather seat next to the desk, looked me in the eyes and told me "Oh no, if you're going to be my fuck boy, then you'd better learn, I need you to clean me off".
He held my head down there for over quarter of an hour, frocing me to kiss, lick and suck his cock and balls. He took control, total control and I loved every second of it. My mouth was being fucked mercilessly by his rising cock and it was everything I'd ever wanted with him. Once his cock was rock hard again, he told me to mount him.
No lube needed as his cum was leaking out of my hole. Kneeling either side of his legs, I gripped his cock shaft and lowered myself onto his dick. It slid in all the way until I felt his pubes touch my tight little arse cheeks. He put his hands up to my face then. Looking at me as I slowly rose and fell on his cock gasping each time, he told me we would be fucking from then on, and that we'd obviously need to keep it from her.
I never made it to the club that night. We eventually drove down the same driveway one after another, and walked into our home. His second load of cum was oozing out of me still, yet I didn't care.
He'd taken control again once he'd spoken, holding my face as I sat on his cock above him, we kissed. But not as we had all my life up to then, but as lovers, passionate and sex hungry lovers. The long slow way he fucked me, never once releasing the kiss we shared will stay with me forever. His cock if anything, was even deeper inside of me than before. And I couldn't get enough of how good it felt to have him finally inside of me, fucking the very hole I'd longed him to fill for years.
I blew my load first that time. It filled the slight void between us as he carried on pumping hs cock upwards into me. And then like he'd cum inside me all my life, his cock felt like a rocket exploding inside of me and I had a series of small dry orgasms.
She wondered why I hadn't gone out, but I passed off the comment with an excuse about my head hurting. He kissed her as she rose and they both walked into the kitchen. When they returned with a glass of wine each, I told them both I was heading up for a shower.
My mum looked at me, then him and said "Remember when he was really little, you'd both jump in the shower together after football". laughing she went on to say "Those were wonderful days".
We do shower together now. Only it's not to get the mud off our bodies. It's so we can fuck and enjoy the sex we've been having for four wonderful years now.
It's funny, it doesn't matter to me what society thinks anymore. I love him, always have and always will. And I also love how he fucks me with complete passion everytimne we can.