No Regrets

We are talking about the good old days, for me that was back in the eighties. My folks came from working class background and by the time I was 14 they had bought me a used lawnmower and I was in business, dragging my lawnmower behind my bike going around mowing lawns for 10 bucks a pop.

One of my clients was a foreigner who lived alone. I mowed and swept up and he paid me in cash every time. On the morning in question when I came to the door to get paid he was standing in his underpants with his dick hanging out and the 10 bucks in his hand. I suppose it was the shock of it, but I stared. When I reached out for the 10 bucks he grabbed my hand and pulled me forward and put my hand on his dick. The door closed behind me, he put his hand behind my head and pulled me forward and kissed me.

He was strong and I was bent over the back of the sofa and he had his dick in my ass and was fucking away. After he fucked me he took me into the bedroom and naked in bed he made love to me, kissing me over and over again, holding my dick in his hand and sucking on my dick, he got hard again and fucked me again. He let me get dressed and leave but not without kissing me again at the door and giving me my 10 bucks.

Every Saturday after that he had me come into his house and we had sex. He had me take my bike and mower around back before letting me in. I loved getting fucked, I found out that he was spreading this stuff on my butt before fucking me and I liked his fingers feeling me up. It was a toss up between kissing or holding his dick. Enough said that I loved it, I looked forward to it and I sucked his dick every Saturday before he fucked me.

I played football later on, and I showered with the guys. Sure I knew a whole lot more about dicks and I was getting fucked but I never felt any desire for any of my classmates. It was like there were two worlds. My day to day world, and going to his house. He moved away when I was in the 11th grade and that was the last of those days.

I grew up, got married, got a job, bought a house, had a couple of kids. I have never again had anything to do with another man. I know I'm not gay, but I also know that I really enjoyed going to his house. If I close my eyes I can see the inside of that house, that sofa where I was first fucked, the bedroom where we got naked and had sex. The images are perfect, high definition. And I can conjure up the feelings too.