Dad 'S Protagonist John
Gay, MatureWhen I was 18 I re-call a amour with man called King John at the meter he was in his late 50's, he was divorced but in a family relationship with a widow called Ann whose son Roger who was my age but in a different class when we in school day. Ann didn't sleep with very far from me, on a Saturday night Ann and John would attend the local working men's night club for dancing and bingo, it was the Lapplander club my parents visited on Saturday nights. So my parents know Ann quite well she introduced John to them and they became friendly when meeting at the society's saltation night.
Sometimes I would squall at the club on Saturday dark and satisfy my parents to walk home together, that when I met St. John who seem to take a refulgence to me unknowingly to me at that clip. From the prison term I use bump into John regularly became friendly with him, I didn't think much about it at the time, but whoremonger use to put his hand on my articulatio humeri. When contact or rub down my bottom accidently on intention. I didn't object though I must admit I liked it.
Some evening I'd meet John in township by chance, he'd been drinking all afternoon John was not really drunk but you could tell he was a slightly tipsy. John invited me to go with him for a potable in a nearby pub, with john's persuasive plea I accepted, the pub he chose was pretty quiet, we sat in the corner out of view of the bar there were not many client in pub at that time. privy put his paw on my knee joint underneath the table and began questioning me,"Did I like girls, did I have a lady friend ”, then he asked me out of blue"What eccentric of son underwear did I like wearing ”, by now I knew what his intentions where, I didn't take offensive, so I answered honestly, I hope I won't shock or surprise you Saint John the Apostle ”, but I like wearing skimpy brief that resemble a pair of girlfriend knickers, I love the feel of the material and its soft whippersnapper, I love the skimpiness and the range of colours. St. John seemed captivated by my openness, I knew he wouldn't comment about our conversation to my parents, then John asked me would I allow him to see what my knee breeches I wearing"he commented"I bet you like fucking great in panties ”.
"Where shall we go John I'm not well-fixed going to pub's toilets"John said he knew of a piazza near to my home, it was a abandoned ship b by some abandoned allotments. John had given up his unconditional to go and be with Ann and her tyke. We caught the bus that I usually catch home but alighted two stop before where toilet and I normally vacated the bus, John seemed to be well acquainted with the old barn, He admitted he's have it away Ann there on a few occasions before he lived with Ann. As we walked to the old barn, I became sheer and asked St. John the Apostle was Ann a good fuck, John uttered my turncock isn't enough for her, when I usually finishing fucking her she still wants her cunt to be satisfied. So I suck her tits, finger her twat before performing viva on her snatch ”. I said `` John thanks for sharing your confidences with me ”.
When we finally reached the barn by walking down an vulgar tract, we entered the barn, we climbed a ravel to take us to the first storey where an windowpane faced the path we just walked it gave us a effective lookout lieu if person was approaching, I stood next to the wall and whoremaster said"Let's see your pretty knickers Jay ”, so I undid the belt of my denim then lowered them to my ankles, to reveal skimpy knee pants to King John, I was wearing a pair of lilac-colored lace panties, within bit of admiring my panty covered crotch bathroom grabbed me and kissed me which led to King John giving me a cryptical Daniel Chester French kiss, John's kissing was so enjoyable I didn't want him to stop, at this pointedness he didn't fondled my panty back dick, as he kissed me he gyrated himself against my genitals, after kissing me for at least 10 pastor constantly, he kissed me all over my face, he said"Jay I've really fancied you ever since your parents introduced me ”, Then John undid his whang dropped his trousers and underpants ( Jockey shorts style ).
whoremaster continued to gyrating himself against my cock, although his cock was soft, just having a strong body against my pecker was really a skillful feeling. trick suggested we strip off defenseless, I agreed with only one exception, as long as I can keep my knickers on. In the corner of the room there were bale of hay, so we moved towards them, after we stripped naked, I laid down and King John laid on top of me, John returned to kissing to, French people kissing me, it was toilet's forte. John slowly gyrated his consistency rubbing his dick against my step-in covered rooster I loved the champion of having a whoremonger's warm body on top of me, I wrapped my branch around his trunk, John exclaimed"I want to fuck you, I want to shag you"I asked John would he bear in mind playing with my panty covered pecker, my cock straining due to the restriction of elan of my knickers. John moved along position me so he could osculate and fondle me at the same meter, by now I was in a heightened of hot pants, lav then released my dick from my knickers John said"I've waited and longed for this bit ever since I met you ”, John sucked both my nipples, but due to John's experimental condition after his drinking spree, his turncock stayed flaccid, toilet said"ass, shtup, shag, of all the meter for my cock not to be erect ”, I let John carry on kissing me and fondling me, he released my tool from my step-in and masturbated me slowly, but I was so fucking horny, I became do-or-die with the burning desire to masturbated myself .John cupped my testacies and while I masturbated, John looked into my eyes until I eventually ejaculated. Then John kissed me again.
As we laid on the hay, St. John explained his fantasies, the for the first time being he wanted me to have a go at it him, about 18 long time ago when he was Edward Young and joined the merchandiser USN, one even while he was on Night duty with another honest-to-goodness sailor, they entered into a masturbation session, but this became a little boring so the other sailor kissed John, and asked if bathroom would allow himself to be fucked, John had never thought about having anal sex before, but something inside him made him agree, John Lackland knew the routine he pulled his trouser down and underpants down, and set over, the other sailor dropped his trouser and position his hammer at can's anus, he spat on hand and stroked his cock, fortunately for some reason John had some whiter Vaseline in a pocket-sized objet d'art of brownish newspaper, John lubricated his asshole, before the leghorn thrust his cock deep inside whoremonger's asshole, John experienced excruciating infliction but managed to assure his cry of infliction, the skimmer fucking John was too far gone in his pursuit of releasing his heart shipment in trick SOB to care about John's tight cocksucker. After the crewman eventually shot his cum payload inside John the Divine anus, John was in botheration but he felt it was worth experiencing anal sex with another man. This cock academic session continued another 6 times then the sailor and John the Divine were transferred to break ships. From that day to this day John has never been with another man. But Gospel According to John always longed for another occurrence.
The secondment fantasy privy explained he wanted me to fuck Ann while he fucked me, do you cogitate Ann would harmonize, I asked, John said"I believe so ; she acts like a whore in bed, her snatch is always thirsty, with your young cock getting rock hard quickly you 'll meet her lust.
bathroom then went on to say `` Your forefather and I converse a lot about woman 's puss and shagging them, we comment on some of the char who attend the nightspot 's terpsichore, your Dad is more fucking horny than me '', I expect you already know he 's fucked lots of charwoman by and exhibit, of grade your mother does n't hump '', the difference with your Dad 's cock and mine, his cock can reach a to the full erecting easily and stay hard longer, mine takes much longer ''.
'' I asked your father would he link up Ann and me for a 3"Knowing my Fatherhood I was not shocked, at what John said, I know he confided in John about his lecherousness for different cunts to have it away, I suspected Dad had already fucked Ann before her relationship with John began, I already knew Ann was sexually frustrated since her married man died. Roger and I were friendly in school he said he watched through the bedroom keyhole and saw his mother being fucked by a man she met at a pub. I asked Roger did he mind, hell no Roger said.
When whoremonger is alone in the house which is very rarified occasion, because Ann or her children are always around, he puts on a pair of Ann daughter 's knee breeches and masturbates .