Four Years Later.

Met an older guy (41) in the park a few months ago and sucked him off.
Afterwards with a quizzical look on his face, he asked me if we'd met before and I said no.
Swapping numbers he said he'd liked to fuck me if I was interested. Telling him I'd need to get to know a guy well before i let him fuck me, he went on to say we should meet up regularly so I could suck him off at least.
Two days later I gave him a long slow blow job in his car, swallowing his cum when his cock erupted in my mouth.
We talked about ourselves to each other and arranged to visit a clinic the following week. Our results were clear, so I invited him back to my place.
Over a two hour period he fucked me in every position possible, cumming in me three times. As well as lots of kissing, frotting, him tonguing my arsehole, and of course me sucking his cock back to life after each fuck.
Lay on my bed I made a confession to him. I let him know we had met before outside a club four year ago. A gay club where he and his mate had beaten me up for being a patron.
It turned out he joined in the violence to hide the fact he too enjoyed sex with guys.
He was very apologetic saying he'd make it up to me.
Yesterday we returned from a short break in Prague. Each day we had amazing sex and on the last night he shared me with another older man we met in a gay bar (It was a truly fantastic night)
On the flight back he told me he'd like me to move in with him.
Tomorrow morning I'm moving my things to his place and will probably rent my flat out.
Strange how life can work out.