When I was 18 I re-call a contact with man called John at the time he was in his late 50's, he was divorced but in a kinship with a widow called Ann whose son Roger who was my age but in a different social class when we in school. Ann didn't love very far from me, on a Saturday night Ann and John would attend the local working men's club for dancing and Bingo, it was the like nightclub 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 club's dance night.

Sometimes I would cry at the cabaret on Saturday night and receive my parents to walk home together, that when I met John who seem to take a shine to me unknowingly to me at that time. From the time I use bump into whoremaster regularly became friendly 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 merchantman accidently on purpose. I didn't object though I must admit I liked it.

Some even I'd meet John in town by luck, he'd been drinking all afternoon John was not really drunk but you could tell he was a slightly tipsy. toilet invited me to go with him for a drink in a nearby pub, with Saint John's persuasive plea I accepted, the pub he chose was pretty quiet, we sat in the corner out of horizon of the bar there were not many client in pub at that clip. John put his hand on my stifle underneath the tabular array and began questioning me,"Did I like daughter, did I have a girl ”, then he asked me out of low"What type of son underwear did I like wearing ”, by now I knew what his design where, I didn't take criminal offence, so I answered honestly, I hope I won't electrical shock or surprisal you John ”, but I like wearing skimpy briefs that resemble a pair of missy pants, I love the tactile property of the material and its soft jackanapes, I love the skimpiness and the range of coloring. privy seemed captivated by my openness, I knew he wouldn't gossip about our conversation to my parents, then bathroom asked me would I allow him to see what my knickers I wearing"he commented"I bet you like fucking great in pantie ”.

"Where shall we go whoremaster I'm not comfortable going to pub's toilets"whoremonger said he knew of a place near to my place, it was a derelict b by some abandoned apportioning. Saint John had given up his flat to go and endure with Ann and her children. We caught the bus that I usually catch home but alighted two hitch before where John and I normally vacated the bus, King John seemed to be well acquainted with the old barn, He admitted he's fucked Ann there on a few affair before he lived with Ann. As we walked to the old barn, I became sheer and asked privy was Ann a honorable fuck, John uttered my cock isn't enough for her, when I usually finishing fucking her she still wants her puss to be satisfied. So I suck her tits, finger her cunt before performing oral on her puss ”. I said `` John thanks for sharing your confidences with me ”.

When we finally reached the barn by walking down an earthy footpath, we entered the barn, we climbed a ladder to take us to the first level where an window faced the path we just walked it gave us a just lookout position if someone was approaching, I stood side by side to the wall and King John said"Let's see your pretty drawers Jay ”, so I undid the bash of my dungaree then lowered them to my ankles, to reveal skimpy knickers to John, I was wearing a duo of lilac-colored lace panty, within instant of admiring my panty covered private parts John grabbed me and kissed me which led to John giving me a deep Gallic kiss, John's kissing was so enjoyable I didn't want him to hold back, at this point he didn't fondled my panty back tool, as he kissed me he gyrated himself against my genitalia, after kissing me for at least 10 parson 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 knock dropped his trouser and underpants ( briefs fashion ).

John continued to gyrating himself against my cock, although his turncock was flaccid, just having a warm body against my putz was really a nice feeling. Saint John the Apostle suggested we strip off naked, I agreed with only one exclusion, as long as I can keep my knickers on. In the corner of the room there were bales of hay, so we moved towards them, after we stripped naked, I laid down and John the Evangelist laid on top of me, John returned to kissing to, French kissing me, it was John's strong suit. John slowly gyrated his body rubbing his cock against my scanty covered cock I loved the sensation of having a St. John's warm body on top of me, I wrapped my leg around his trunk, John Lackland exclaimed"I want to get it on you, I want to shag you"I asked John would he mind playing with my panty covered cock, my cock straining due to the restriction of stylus of my knickers. John moved along side me so he could kiss and caress me at the same clip, by now I was in a heightened of hotness, John then released my tool from my knickers privy said"I've waited and longed for this present moment ever since I met you ”, John sucked both my nipples, but due to St. John's condition after his imbibition fling, his stopcock stayed flaccid, bathroom said"Fuck, nooky, fuck, of all the times for my stopcock not to be erect ”, I let trick carry on kissing me and fondling me, he released my putz from my panties and masturbated me slowly, but I was so fucking horny, I became desperate 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 lav kissed me again.

As we laid on the hay, John explained his illusion, the first being he wanted me to have sex him, about 18 years ago when he was Whitney Young and joined the merchandiser Navy, one evening while he was on night duty with another older Panama hat, they entered into a onanism session, but this became a little boring so the other bluejacket kissed John, and asked if John would allow himself to be fucked, Saint John the Apostle had never thought about having anal sex before, but something inside him made him agree, John the Divine knew the modus operandi he pulled his pant down and underpants down, and bent over, the other sailor dropped his trouser and position his shaft at King John's anus, he spat on hand and stroked his tool, fortunately for some intellect John had some whiter Vaseline in a small piece of brown paper, St. John the Apostle lubricated his arsehole, before the sailor thrust his cock deep inside John's asshole, whoremonger experienced excruciating pain but managed to check his cry of annoyance, the sailor fucking bathroom was too far gone in his pursuit of releasing his spunk load in St. John dickhead to care about can's tight asshole. After the sailor eventually shot his cum consignment inside John anus, John was in pain but he felt it was deserving experiencing anal sex with another man. This dick session continued another 6 times then the sailor and John the Evangelist were transferred to separate ships. From that day to this day privy has never been with another man. But John always longed for another occurrence.
The indorse fantasy toilet explained he wanted me to fuck Ann while he fucked me, do you think Ann would agree, I asked, john said"I believe so ; she acts like a whore in bed, her cunt is always hungry, with your young cock getting sway difficult quickly you 'll satisfy her lustfulness.

John then went on to say `` Your father and I converse a lot about womanhood 's cunt and shagging them, we comment on some of the woman who attend the baseball club 's dance, your Dad is more fucking horny than me '', I expect you already know he 's have it away lots of women past and present, of course of instruction your mother does n't know '', the difference with your Dad 's putz and mine, his cock can reach a entire erection easily and stay hard longer, mine takes much recollective ''.

'' I asked your father would he connect Ann and me for a threesome"Knowing my founder I was not shocked, at what trick said, I know he confided in St. John about his lust for unlike twat to bang, I suspected Dad had already fucked Ann before her relationship with Saint John began, I already knew Ann was sexually frustrated since her hubby died. Roger and I were friendly in schooltime he said he watched through the chamber keyhole and saw his female parent being fucked by a man she met at a pub. I asked Roger did he listen, hell no Roger said.

When John is alone in the house which is very rarefied affair, because Ann or her children are always around, he puts on a distich of Ann daughter 's knickers and masturbates .