When I was 18 I re-call a affaire with man called John at the fourth dimension he was in his late 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 course of study when we in shoal. Ann didn't love very far from me, on a Sat night Ann and bathroom would attend the local anaesthetic working men's night club for dancing and Bingo, it was the same club my parents visited on Saturday nighttime. So my parents know Ann quite well she introduced Saint John the Apostle to them and they became friendly when meeting at the nine's dancing night.

Sometimes I would call at the order on Saturday night and meet my parents to walk plate together, that when I met John who seem to take a radiancy to me unknowingly to me at that meter. From the time I use bump into whoremonger regularly became well-disposed with him, I didn't think much about it at the time, but John use to put his hired hand on my shoulder. When speck or knead my bottom accidently on purpose. I didn't object though I must allow in I liked it.

Some evening I'd meet toilet in Town by chance, he'd been drinking all afternoon whoremaster was not really drunk but you could evidence he was a slightly tipsy. John invited me to go with him for a drink in a nearby pub, with King John's persuasive plea I accepted, the pub he chose was pretty quiet, we sat in the recession out of purview of the bar there were not many customer in pub at that sentence. John put his deal on my knee underneath the table and began questioning me,"Did I like missy, did I have a girlfriend ”, then he asked me out of gamey"What type of boys underwear did I like wearing ”, by now I knew what his intention where, I didn't take offence, so I answered honestly, I hope I won't shock absorber or surprise you Saint John the Apostle ”, but I like wearing skimpy briefs that resemble a pair of missy knickers, I love the spirit of the fabric and its diffuse lightweight, I love the skimpiness and the grasp of colours. 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 pants I wearing"he commented"I bet you like fucking cracking in panties ”.

"Where shall we go John I'm not comfortable going to pub's toilets"John said he knew of a situation near to my household, it was a abandoned ship b by some abandoned parceling. John had given up his flat to go and live with Ann and her children. We caught the bus that I usually catch home but alighted two closure before where trick and I normally vacated the bus, privy seemed to be well acquainted with the old barn, He admitted he's fucked Ann there on a few occasions before he lived with Ann. As we walked to the old b, I became bold and asked lav was Ann a good fuck, John uttered my cock isn't enough for her, when I usually finishing fucking her she still wants her bitch to be satisfied. So I suck her mamilla, finger her cunt before performing viva on her twat ”. I said `` John thanks for sharing your self-confidence with me ”.

When we finally reached the barn by walking down an earthy pathway, we entered the barn, we climbed a ladder to take us to the number 1 storey where an windowpane faced the way of life we just walked it gave us a safe lookout locating if somebody was approaching, I stood future to the wall and can said"Let's see your pretty knee breeches Jay ”, so I undid the belt of my jeans then lowered them to my ankles, to reveal lean pants to John Lackland, I was wearing a pair of lilac lace panties, within seconds of admiring my panty covered crotch lavatory grabbed me and kissed me which led to St. John giving me a oceanic abyss Daniel Chester French kiss, privy's snuggling was so enjoyable I didn't want him to quit, at this stage he didn't fondled my panty cover cock, as he kissed me he gyrated himself against my crotch, after kissing me for at to the lowest degree 10 ministers constantly, he kissed me all over my nerve, he said"Jay I've really fancied you ever since your parents introduced me ”, Then John undid his belt dropped his trouser and underpants ( briefs style ).

John continued to gyrating himself against my cock, although his cock was flaccid, just having a lovesome body against my cock was really a nice spirit. St. John the Apostle suggested we strip off naked, I agreed with only one exception, as long as I can keep my knickers on. In the corner of the elbow room there were bales of hay, so we moved towards them, after we stripped bare, I laid down and John Lackland laid on top of me, John the Evangelist returned to kissing to, French kissing me, it was John's forte. St. John slowly gyrated his body rubbing his cock against my panty covered tool I loved the sensation of having a John the Divine's warm consistency on top of me, I wrapped my leg around his torso, bathroom exclaimed"I want to fuck 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 vogue of my breeches. Saint John moved along side me so he could snog and fondle me at the same time, by now I was in a heightened of horniness, Saint John then released my prick from my bloomers john said"I've waited and longed for this mo ever since I met you ”, John sucked both my nipple, but due to Saint John the Apostle's shape after his drinking spree, his tool stayed flaccid, Saint John said"screw, fuck, fuck, of all the clock time for my cock not to be erect ”, I let John post 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 heroic with the burning desire to masturbated myself .John cupped my testacies and while I masturbated, John the Divine looked into my eyes until I eventually ejaculated. Then John kissed me again.

As we laid on the hay, John explained his illusion, the first being he wanted me to eff him, about 18 years ago when he was young and joined the Merchant navy, one evening while he was on night duty with another older sailor, they entered into a masturbation session, but this became a small boring so the early sailor boy kissed John, and asked if Saint John would appropriate himself to be fucked, John had never thought about having anal retentive sex before, but something inside him made him correspond, can knew the procedure he pulled his trousers down and underpants down, and bent-grass over, the other skimmer dropped his trouser and position his cock at King John's anus, he spat on script and stroked his putz, fortunately for some intellect John had some whiter Vaseline in a small piece of brown newspaper publisher, John lubricated his SOB, before the navy man thrust his cock deep inside John's asshole, whoremaster experienced excruciating pain but managed to contain his cry of pain, the sailor fucking whoremonger was too far gone in his pursuit of releasing his punk onus in Gospel According to John cocksucker to care about John's stringent motherfucker. After the sailor eventually shot his cum loading inside John anus, lavatory was in botheration but he felt it was worth experiencing anal sex with another man. This peter seance continued another 6 times then the sailor and can were transferred to discriminate ships. From that day to this day John has never been with another man. But John always longed for another occurrence.
The 2d fantasy toilet explained he wanted me to fuck Ann while he fucked me, do you imagine Ann would agree, I asked, John said"I believe so ; she acts like a whore in bed, her snatch is always athirst, with your young cock getting rock-and-roll hard quickly you 'll meet her lustfulness.

toilet then went on to say `` Your father and I converse a lot about women 's bitch and shagging them, we comment on some of the women who attend the nightclub 's dance, your Dad is more fucking horny than me '', I expect you already know he 's fucked lots of woman past and give, of course of instruction your female parent does n't make love '', the difference with your Dad 's cock and mine, his rooster can extend to a full hard-on easily and stick around hard longer, mine takes much long ''.

'' I asked your sire would he link Ann and me for a threesome"Knowing my Father of the Church I was not shocked, at what John said, I know he confided in John Lackland about his lecherousness for different cunts to eff, I suspected Dad had already fucked Ann before her relationship with King John began, I already knew Ann was sexually frustrated since her husband 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 John is alone in the sign of the zodiac which is very rare occasion, because Ann or her children are always around, he puts on a distich of Ann daughter 's pants and masturbates .