Real Love Has No Limits

My father overdosed when I was four leaving my mother and I in a destitute situation. We lived in a small apartment. I learned at 13 that a nudist beach was all but a half mile from us. The thought of being nude and seeing a bunch of nude women was exciting, so I went. I at 13 red hair, milk white skin and skinny garnered much attention. A woman Sally, 200 pounds but a beautiful face, massive tits, took me under her wing. There was 3 women and 12 men that day. She asked me if I was gay and I said definitely no. She and everyone noticed my 5 and a half inches of steel, U shaped erection pointing up to my face. My cock never settled down. She said, “Martin, you have a real G Spot hitter there.” She warned me that 80% of the men here were gay and would love to tap my virgin ass. Sally said I needed sunscreen and then applied it to my body. “Your little penis is adorable” with her bending down and kissing the head of my dick. I showed up every weekend from then on. Another woman Angela, skinny, skinny, no tits, was always with Sally. One weekend the two took me to a private area behind big rocks and took my cherry. They over the weeks and months taught me everything and I loved it. Out of the regulars there, was a distinguished gentleman late 60s who befriended me. For this piece I’ll call him Walt. He was famous in our State, big time lawyer, political type. He warned me of the gays as well and became like a father figure to me. He was rich and came to my home and I to his. I spent a lot of time with him attending games and things often staying at his place on weekends. At 15 almost 16, he and I being nudists, were doing a nude swim at his home and a hot tub as we had many, many times before. He then dropped a bomb on me. He told me that he loved me and that he was gay. I was shocked. He said his estranged wife knew and left him but has kept it secret, even to his four kids and grandchildren. He said he wanted so much to have a closer relationship with me. He knew I was heterosexual but wanted to love me. He asked that I give him the g*ft of giving me oral. He made a very good argument of me using my hand and that I would love his mouth more than my own hand. After much talk, I seeing how much he wanted to blow me, I let him. I wanted to make him happy. I sat in a chair with him kneeling between my legs and my God did he ever do a beautiful job of sucking me off. He really lovingly sucked on my balls, taint, anus and cock. I came a gallon. He paid me $1,000 and said he trusted no one would know. Each time we got together he made love to my genitalia paid me usually $500 - $1,000. He always did it to me and I never reciprocated. He asked that I do but I always said no. After 6-8 months he convinced me to take his ass. I remember like it was yesterday the pink head of my dick pushing on his brown anus that had a darker brown mole on it. My dick disappearing in his ass and he moaning in pleasure. This 5’9” skinny famous man loved it mostly with him laying on his back facing me while I fucked his ass. He would beat his meat and come while I banged his ass. Cum? Very little. He produced all of a quarter teaspoon but moaned in pleasure. On his 70th birthday, my g*ft to him was me. I met him at his door and kissed him for the first time. A passionate kiss. He was stunned. I then took him with my mouth doing to him the same as how he had done me and later that weekend, gave him my anus. He was so overjoyed and seeing the pleasure it gave him made me very pleased. We made love often. Real love. I never fantasized about men, him or any. I wasn’t attracted to men and I dated many girls. He always knew and had told me that his last lover 10 years his junior, kept their relationship secret but passed away from pancreatic cancer. Walt told me that his “love holes” were exclusively mine and our secret. And they were. He loved doing the 69 and his greatest joy was laying in bed together, he with his head on my stomach his mouth playing with my cock until he slept. I grew to a muscular 190lbs and 6 foot which he loved. He gave me a beautiful car, lots of money paying for my education but sadly passed away when I was 20. In his last weeks, even though he called me the love of his life, he asked that I stay away. He did not want his kids knowing. His wife did know and gave me a g*ft of a trust on his behalf with it generating a healthy dividend. I do miss him and the love we shared but have not thought or wanted another man. I love women and am married with a child of my own. Love is powerful. I know today that Walt groomed me which is a wrong but he taught me much about love and loving. It was more than worth it and if I could do it over, I would.