When I was 18 I re-call a involvement with man called Saint John at the time he was in his tardily 50's, he was divorced but in a relationship with a widow called Ann whose son Roger who was my age but in a different socio-economic class when we in schooltime. Ann didn't love very far from me, on a Saturday nighttime Ann and John would give ear the local working men's nine for dancing and lotto, it was the same clubhouse my parents visited on Saturday nights. So my parents know Ann quite well she introduced St. John to them and they became friendly when meeting at the club's dance night.

Sometimes I would shout at the golf club on Sat nighttime and meet my parents to take the air home together, that when I met St. John who seem to take a shine to me unknowingly to me at that fourth dimension. From the time I use protrusion into John regularly became well-disposed with him, I didn't think much about it at the time, but John Lackland use to put his hand on my shoulder. When touch or massage my fundament accidently on purpose. I didn't object though I must allow in I liked it.

Some eve I'd sports meeting John in town by luck, he'd been drinking all afternoon John was not really tope but you could secern he was a slightly tipsy. John invited me to go with him for a boozing in a nearby pub, with John's persuasive supplication I accepted, the pub he chose was pretty lull, we sat in the corner out of vista of the bar there were not many customers in pub at that metre. John put his hand on my knee underneath the mesa and began questioning me,"Did I like missy, did I have a girlfriend ”, then he asked me out of blue"What character of son underwear did I like wearing ”, by now I knew what his purpose where, I didn't take offence, so I answered honestly, I hope I won't seismic disturbance or surprise you Saint John ”, but I like wearing skimpy briefs that resemble a twain of miss breeches, I love the tactile property of the material and its soft jackanapes, I love the skimpiness and the orbit of vividness. John seemed captivated by my openness, I knew he wouldn't comment about our conversation to my parents, then John Lackland asked me would I allow for him to see what my knickers I wearing"he commented"I bet you like fucking great in step-in ”.

"Where shall we go trick I'm not comfortable going to pub's toilets"lavatory said he knew of a shoes near to my menage, it was a abandoned ship barn by some abandoned allotment. John the Divine had given up his flat to go and live with Ann and her tike. We caught the bus that I usually catch home but alighted two stops before where lavatory and I normally vacated the bus, John seemed to be well acquainted with the old barn, He admitted he's fucked Ann there on a few social function before he lived with Ann. As we walked to the old b, I became bold and asked John was Ann a good fuck, Gospel According to John uttered my pecker isn't enough for her, when I usually finishing fucking her she still wants her slit to be satisfied. So I suck her tits, finger her pussy before performing oral on her pussy ”. I said `` whoremaster thanks for sharing your confidences with me ”.

When we finally reached the b by walking down an vulgar pathway, we entered the barn, we climbed a ladder to take us to the first floor where an window faced the path we just walked it gave us a beneficial lookout position if someone was approaching, I stood future to the wall and toilet said"Let's see your passably bloomers Jay ”, so I undid the belt of my jeans then lowered them to my ankles, to reveal skimpy knickers to John, I was wearing a couplet of lilac lace panties, within secondment of admiring my panty covered crotch John grabbed me and kissed me which led to John giving me a deep Daniel Chester French candy kiss, John's kissing was so enjoyable I didn't want him to break off, at this pointedness he didn't fondled my scanty cover shaft, as he kissed me he gyrated himself against my privates, 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 trick undid his belt dropped his trouser and underpants ( briefs dash ).

John continued to gyrating himself against my cock, although his cock was flaccid, just having a warm body against my pecker was really a nice touch sensation. John suggested we strip off naked, I agreed with only one exception, as long as I can keep my knickerbockers on. In the street corner of the room there were bales of hay, so we moved towards them, after we stripped naked, I laid down and lav laid on top of me, John returned to kissing to, French kissing me, it was John's strong suit. bathroom slowly gyrated his body rubbing his cock against my panty covered prick I loved the sense of having a John's quick soundbox on top of me, I wrapped my legs around his body, John exclaimed"I want to get laid you, I want to shag you"I asked John would he take care playing with my panty covered cock, my turncock straining due to the restriction of style of my knee breeches. Saint John moved along side me so he could kiss and fondle me at the same fourth dimension, by now I was in a heightened of horniness, John then released my stopcock from my knickers John said"I've waited and longed for this consequence ever since I met you ”, John sucked both my mamilla, but due to John's consideration after his drinking spree, his cock stayed flaccid, John said"Fuck, screw, screwing, of all the meter for my pecker not to be erect ”, I let John stock on kissing me and fondling me, he released my turncock from my step-in and masturbated me slowly, but I was so bang horny, I became desperate with the burning desire to masturbated myself .John cupped my testacies and while I masturbated, John looked into my optic until I eventually ejaculated. Then John kissed me again.

As we laid on the hay, lavatory explained his fantasies, the get-go being he wanted me to fuck him, about 18 geezerhood ago when he was Pres Young and joined the merchant US Navy, one evening while he was on night duty with another older Panama hat, they entered into a onanism session, but this became a petty boring so the early sailor kissed John, and asked if John would allow himself to be fucked, John had never thought about having anal sex before, but something inside him made him match, John knew the modus operandi he pulled his trousers down and underpants down, and knack over, the other sailor dropped his trousers and position his stopcock at John's anus, he spat on hand and stroked his putz, fortunately for some reason John had some whiter Vaseline in a belittled piece of brownish paper, John lubricated his asshole, before the sailor thrust his cock deep inside John the Divine's asshole, John experienced excruciating pain but managed to control his cry of pain in the neck, the sailor fucking whoremaster was too far gone in his interest of releasing his spunk load in John asshole to worry about John's pissed asshole. After the sailor boy eventually shot his cum consignment inside Saint John anus, John was in painful sensation but he felt it was worth experiencing anal sex with another man. This cock session continued another 6 times then the bluejacket and lav were transferred to separate ships. From that day to this day john has never been with another man. But John always longed for another occurrence.
The second fantasy John explained he wanted me to know Ann while he fucked me, do you recollect Ann would hold, I asked, John said"I believe so ; she acts like a bawd in bed, her cunt is always athirst, with your Loretta Young hammer getting stone hard quickly you 'll satisfy her lust.

John then went on to say `` Your founder and I converse a lot about fair sex 's cunt and shagging them, we comment on some of the women who attend the clubhouse 's dance, your Dad is more fucking horny than me '', I expect you already know he 's be intimate lots of cleaning lady past and present, of track your mother does n't bonk '', the difference with your Dad 's cock and mine, his dick can give a replete erection easily and stay hard longer, mine takes much longer ''.

'' I asked your father would he join Ann and me for a terzetto"Knowing my father I was not shocked, at what John said, I know he confided in trick about his lust for dissimilar cunts to fuck, I suspected Dad had already fucked Ann before her kinship with Gospel According to John began, I already knew Ann was sexually scotch since her husband died. Roger and I were friendly in school day he said he watched through the bedchamber 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 John Lackland is alone in the planetary house which is very rare social function, because Ann or her shaver are always around, he puts on a pair of Ann daughter 's knickers and masturbates .