Bobby's Boy, Maybe.

My neighbours husband came onto me at a party they held in between Christmas and new year, last year.
He said he'd been wanting to fuck a younger guy for some time and had found out that I'm bisexual.
Asking me if I liked older men, I let him know my first sexual encounter was with a guy in his fifties.
We didn't have long, yet I still managed to suck him off in his back garden.
He came pretty quickly, but I still enjoyed sucking on his thick five incher.

On new years eve his wife got absolutely pissed up. So just after midnight with all the fireworks going off, I called round when he text me to say he was horny.
Again I sucked his dick, but I also had him rim me before he fucked me over the breakfast bar stool in his kitchen.
I'd not been fucked in a while, so his cock hurt a little when he first thrust in, but it didn't take too long before I began to feel that familiar feeling as I'm about to cum.
With my cock pressed against the leatherette cushioned bar stool, I came with his cock pounding me.
He got even more forceful once he knew I'd cum and really began screwing me from behind.
Then shaking violently, he came up my arsehole.
Cleaned up, he said thank you for the fuck and asked if I'd like to make it a regular thing.

Now in October the following year, we've been fucking as many times as we can. Some weeks it's only once, but when his wife works late shifts at the care home, he fucks me every night she's there. And a little while back, he's not now the only one fucking me.
He asked in early August if he could invite a friend around.
He's an ex copper who's divorced and built like a barn door. He's got a big one so my neighbour tends to fuck me first.
When the ex bobby screws me, it's like being impaled on a baseball bat.
Even so I've grown to enjoy his cock and have had sex with him apart from my neighbour, meeting up with him to fuck in either of our cars as he loves sex outdoors.

The ex Bobby has asked me twice now if I'd like to move in with him. I've said no both times, not because I don't want to, it's because at the moment my mother needs me.
Having said that it's only a five minute drive to the ex coppers home. And my mother has only last weekend told me I should be flying the nest and not worrying about her.
I might be telling him he'll need to buy a new bed, as I like my space when sleeping. Plus he loves to fuck roughly, so it'll need to be able to take the hammering it'll get, as well as my arsehole.