Bi The Way

Seventeen years old and I knew everything about anything. Or so I thought.
I also thought I was a hard nut, someone others should be frightened of.
I wasn't brought up, I was dragged up, so I got into trouble quite a lot. And that usually meant I had to fight someone.

Me being a cocky little shit, I had an argument with an older guy at a cafe. He was gay and had been definitely checking me over. I was with a girl and wanted to show off my male ego, my bravado, so I head butted the guy.
No one was going to fuck with me.

He cleared off and feeling proud of myself, I ordered our food. Just as I'd gotten half way through it, a big guy walked in, looked around, then moved over to our table.
Like he was lifting a feather, I was launched towards the door and before I knew it, I was outside on my backside sitting in the rain.
Getting up, I was made to pay for my mistake of head butting the mans boyfriend and then some.
Let's just say I wasn't looking my best when he finally stopped saying hello to my head and body, with his fists and feet.

At home a few weeks later, there was a knock at the door. No one but me was in, so I answered the door. As soon as the door opened I saw the man who'd beat the shit out of me, and for the first time in my life, I felt myself shrinking as a male.
Before I could say anything, he told me his name, Andrew, and then told me he'd moved back into the area and if I had a problem, or my family had a problem, to go and see him.
As he turned to walk away, he said very clearly "Its a pity, became I'd love to fuck a good looking guy like you".
I'm not kidding you, my dick instantly got hard and he saw the bulge in my shorts.

Out buying a present for my dad's birthday, I saw him walking into our local library.
I'm not sure why, but I followed him in and a few minutes later was sat opposite him at a cafe inside.
I'd apologised for head butting his gay lover, and his response was to let me know they weren't together anymore.
The conversation we had over the next ten minutes wasn't stilted at all. We got on like a house on fire and I found myself listening intently to every word he said. Especially when he told me he was horny and was heading for the gents.

I followed him into the male toilets and then into a cubicle.
His cock was already out and semi erect as I closed the door.
He immediately pushed me down and I instinctively opened my mouth to receive his penis which was easily larger than my seven inch cock.
Some guys struggle with giving their first blow job. I didn't and found I instantly liked the feel of his cock sliding over my tongue. I also enjoyed the taste and slight mustiness of his scent.
My own dick was throbbing in my jogging bottoms, so I took it out as I gave Andrew a blow job.
I copied everything my girlfriend had done for me when sucking my dick, and I guess it worked as Andrew started to moan and fuck my mouth.

I'd been sucking him off for about five minutes when someone walked in. I thought Andrew would quieten his moans and not fuck my mouth so hard. But if anything he drove his cock deeper down my throat and told me loudly, I was to swallow his load.
Seconds later he came in my mouth, and it was then I felt his power again as he gripped my head and said "Swallow boy".

Walking out of the stall, I saw a guy stood at sinks. He wasn't washing his hands, no, he was masturbating.
Andrew moved me over to him, then told me firmly "Don't leave the man unattended".
Pushing me down, I had a second smaller cock to suck and Andrew made sure I did.
Not once did he take his hands off my neck and head as I sucked on the older man's cock.
He didn't last long, and was soon cumming in my mouth. Again I was forced to swallow, but by then I didn't care, I wanted to feel the guys cum sliding down my throat.
In less than half an hour my sexuality had altered and I loved it.
Back at the cafés table, it was then I noticed the older guy speaking to his younger male colleague, telling him how to use the till. It turned out I'd given the cafés manager a blow job.

Andrew and I swapped numbers and the following day, my dad's birthday, that's how I remember all this so well, I spent time with my dad and went out for a couple of afternoon pints with our family and his friends.
About two hours later I saw Andrew walk into the pub. He was alone, yet people knew him.
He chatted to some guys, then walked over to our tables and gave my dad a card. They shook hands and my dad thanked him for the card. Opening it, there was a couple of tickets inside. The tickets were for a band my dad loves. Saying happy birthday again, Andrew walked over to the bar. When he walked away, my father told me who he was.
The day before I'd sucked off an extremely hard man. Someone who nobody in the area I Iived in back then or now for that matter, wanted to mess with.
What I didn't know, is Andrew and my dad had spoken after he'd educated me outside the cafe on that rainy day.
Andrew had let my father know why he'd taught me a lesson and in his words, only given me a 'taster'.
When I learned this, I thought to myself, I wouldn't want the real thing then if that was a taster.

Andrew had put money behind the bar for drinks and food for our family. No one out of the twenty or so people had to put their hands on their pockets to buy anything for the rest of our time in the pub.
But then I didn't get to enjoy the free drinks, as I followed Andrew outside.
We went in his car back to his large house. And for the next few hours, I was taught how to take cock up my arsehole over and over again, as well as learning what gay sex was all about.

I'd like to relate how that first time losing my anal cherry went for me. And what the sex was like too.
Also I'd like to update anyone who's interested, how a cocky young man who was so sure of himself and his sexuality, is now the lover of an extremely wonderful man, who just so happens to be a very hard man indeed.