Learning About Lifes Ways

As a teenager I absolutely hated school. I was constantly bullied and often punched by those who took pleasure in making my life a living hell.
As such I often stayed away from school as 'grassing' only gotten you more bullied.
During one of my truanting days, I ended up in the woods about two miles from where I lived.
I'd only just entered when I was grabbed by a big guy who I guessed to be in his forties or early fifties.
He told me immediately I shouldn't be in his woods, nor should I be missing school (uniform).
He mentioned telling the school, my parents and the police that I was 'wagging it'.

So when he took his cock out, and it was big, fearing the bullies more than him, I didn't try to stop the man when he pushed me down and forced his cock into my mouth.
I'd not even kissed a girl by then, so I didn't have a clue what he wanted me to do, but over the next however long it was, he taught me how he liked his cock sucked.
He wasn't gentle about how he fucked my mouth, but he wasn't overly mean either. And in that respect as I think back now, I kind of accepted my need to pleasure him.
I had wanked many times by then, and sometimes in the woods I was now sucking on a grown man's cock.
But he wanted more and had me totally strip naked.

I knew by then he was going to fuck me, yet I didn't try to run. He'd have easily caught me I and didn't want to anger him.
As soon as my undies were off, he grabbed me and had me lean up against a tree. That's when I felt his hot breath on my arsehole.
He spent the an absolute age tonguing my rear hole, telling me all the time how beautiful my arsehole was and how he was going to take my virginity.

When he did stand up and slowly slide his cock up my saliva coated hole, it was like trying to fit a train through a man hole opening.
It hurt and that's when I did struggle, but he was far too powerful as he held me fast.
Not once did he stop talking to me as his cock eventually bottomed out up my arsehole. That's when he brought my head back, turned it and kissed my mouth.
He was fucking me and kissing me at the same time and strangely the feeling up my backside changed. Like flicking a light switch, the pain stopped and was replaced by an overwhelming feeling of pure joy throughout my entire body.
It was so powerful, my knees buckled which made me push back onto his cock.
He took that as encouragement and fucked me harder. Which only made those feelings more intense.
And before I knew it, I was cumming all over the tree in front of me.
My arsehole tightened around his cock then, and I felt his cock explode up my rear passage.

He still held me and began kissing my neck telling me I was a good boy over and over.
Releasing me, he had me get dressed and he lead me deeper into the woods. We talked as we walked and I explained why I wasn't in school. It was the first time I'd told anyone why and it angered him.
He'd built a small fire and that's where his back pack was. Offering me a drink and part of his sandwich, we talked for some time before he said I should go.

Before I left he said if I wanted to enjoy myself again, he usually walked from ****** **** to the woods most days.
For the rest of that school term when I didn't go in, and through most the summer break I visited those woods and each time he fucked me, or had me suck his dick to completion.
One day he didn't show up and I found out later on he'd been killed in a car accident.

Throughout those months however we talked a lot about the people who bullied me.
Once I returned to school after the summer break, those who bullied me found out I'd found my fighting mojo. I didn't win every fight, but no one bullied me again.

What's bizarre, is one of those who bullied me is someone who I recently fucked at a cruising spot, and the reason I'm here confessing my story.
He obviously didn't remember me from school, but he'll sure remember me destroying his arsehole as others watched me fuck him. One of those wanking and cumming over his face and hair.

This is a 100% true confession. And I've left some parts out. I didn't want to overstate anything, but what I will say is, be careful who you tread on, on the way up. You never know who you'll meet on the way back down.