Took A Long Time To Get Up The Nerve To Do It Again

Growing up in the country I spent my free time outside. I got a dirtbike when I was 14 and I was able to go far and wide. Close to town was the dump, which had an open field next to it and a dirt road which went back to this pond. I went there often that summer to practice on my bike.

I came across two hobos who were fucking beside the pond. The bottom guy was bent over holding on to a tree, the top fucking him from behind, their pants around their ankles. I watched until they were done. The top looked up and our eyes met, I froze. He walked towards me, I flooded the bike and couldn't get it started.

He was really strong, he held my wrist asking for my name. The other man started calling me a faggot, helping to pull me off the bike. On the ground the bottom guy started to pull off my pants, the top helping to hold me down. My cock was hard and the bottom started sucking it, the top kept a hand on my chest, he unzipped his pants and put his cock on my face. My eyes glazed over and I sucked and sucked on his cock.

With my pants off the bottom held me and the top fucked me. When he was done the bottom jerked off on me, talking about how much I liked it and to come back tomorrow.

I stayed away from the dump, kept my experience with the hobos to myself. It was 35 years later that I was working with a Sociology professor from the college who was working part time during the summer at the water treatment plant and I told him about my experience back when I was 14. He asked if I had liked it. He gave me his cock, I sucked and sucked and sucked, until he had me bend over and he fucked and fucked.