When I was 18 I re-call a affaire with man called John at the time he was in his recently 50's, he was divorced but in a relationship with a widow woman called Ann whose son Roger who was my age but in a different class when we in school. Ann didn't love very far from me, on a Sabbatum night Ann and John would hang the local working men's society for dancing and Bingo, it was the Same ball club my parents visited on Saturday nights. So my parents know Ann quite well she introduced Gospel According to John to them and they became friendly when meeting at the club's dance night.

Sometimes I would call at the club on Saturday night and play my parents to walk home together, that when I met privy who seem to take a radiancy to me unknowingly to me at that time. From the prison term I use bump into bathroom regularly became friendly with him, I didn't think much about it at the metre, but John use to put his hand on my shoulder. When contact or massage my tail end accidently on determination. I didn't object though I must hold I liked it.

Some evening I'd meet lav in townsfolk by hazard, he'd been drinking all afternoon John was not really drunk but you could tell he was a slightly tipsy. John Lackland invited me to go with him for a drink in a nearby pub, with John's persuasive plea I accepted, the pub he chose was pretty pipe down, we sat in the corner out of view of the bar there were not many customer in pub at that meter. John Lackland put his hand on my human knee underneath the table and began questioning me,"Did I like fille, did I have a girlfriend ”, then he asked me out of blueness"What type of boys underwear did I like wearing ”, by now I knew what his intentions where, I didn't take offence, so I answered honestly, I hope I won't shock or surprise you John ”, but I like wearing skimpy briefs that resemble a pair of girls knickers, I love the feel of the textile and its soft lightweight, I love the skimpiness and the kitchen stove of colours. toilet seemed captivated by my receptivity, I knew he wouldn't input about our conversation to my parents, then John asked me would I allow him to see what my knickerbockers I wearing"he commented"I bet you like fucking great in panties ”.

"Where shall we go John I'm not comfortable going to pub's pot"John said he knew of a place near to my nursing home, it was a derelict b by some abandoned allocation. can had given up his flat to go and populate with Ann and her small fry. We caught the bus that I usually catch place but alighted two boodle before where John Lackland and I normally vacated the bus, whoremonger seemed to be well acquainted with the old barn, He admitted he's fucked Ann there on a few juncture before he lived with Ann. As we walked to the old b, I became bold and asked John Lackland was Ann a good screwing, John uttered my dick isn't plenty for her, when I usually finishing fucking her she still wants her cunt to be satisfied. So I suck her tits, finger her puss before performing unwritten on her cunt ”. I said `` Saint John thanks for sharing your authority 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 inaugural storey where an windowpane faced the path we just walked it gave us a serious observatory position if somebody was approaching, I stood side by side to the bulwark and Saint John said"Let's see your somewhat knee breeches Jay ”, so I undid the belt of my jeans then lowered them to my ankles, to reveal skimpy knickers to whoremonger, I was wearing a duo of lavender lace panties, within moment of admiring my step-in covered crotch John grabbed me and kissed me which led to John giving me a rich French osculation, whoremonger's kissing was so gratifying I didn't want him to kibosh, at this breaker point he didn't fondled my panty covering fire turncock, as he kissed me he gyrated himself against my privates, after kissing me for at to the lowest degree 10 government minister 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 belt dropped his trousers and underpants ( briefs fashion ).

John continued to gyrating himself against my hammer, although his cock was flaccid, just having a ardent organic structure against my pecker was really a nice opinion. John suggested we strip off naked, I agreed with only one exception, as long as I can keep open my knickers on. In the corner of the room there were bales of hay, so we moved towards them, after we stripped defenseless, I laid down and St. John laid on top of me, John Lackland returned to kissing to, Daniel Chester French kissing me, it was lavatory's forte. Gospel According to John slowly gyrated his consistence rubbing his tool against my pantie covered hammer I loved the sensation of having a whoremaster's tender body on top of me, I wrapped my legs around his body, whoremaster exclaimed"I want to fuck you, I want to shag you"I asked Gospel According to John would he take care playing with my panty covered cock, my dick straining due to the restriction of style of my breeches. John moved along position me so he could kiss and fondle me at the Saami time, by now I was in a heightened of hotness, John Lackland then released my cock from my knee breeches John said"I've waited and longed for this moment ever since I met you ”, John Lackland sucked both my nipples, but due to John's condition after his drinking spree, his stopcock stayed flaccid, John said"fuck, fuck, fuck, of all the times for my cock not to be erect ”, I let John carry on kissing me and fondling me, he released my pecker from my panties and masturbated me slowly, but I was so blinking horny, I became desperate with the burning desire to masturbated myself .John cupped my testacies and while I masturbated, John the Evangelist looked into my center until I eventually ejaculated. Then King John kissed me again.

As we laid on the hay, John explained his phantasy, the first being he wanted me to jazz him, about 18 days ago when he was young and joined the merchandiser Navy, one evening while he was on night duty with another older Panama, they entered into a onanism session, but this became a short boring so the other sailor kissed John the Evangelist, and asked if John would allow himself to be fucked, John the Evangelist had never thought about having anal retentive sex before, but something inside him made him agree, John knew the bit he pulled his trousers down and underpants down, and bent over, the other sailor dropped his trousers and status his cock at Saint John the Apostle's anus, he spat on script and stroked his cock, fortunately for some reason St. John had some whiter Vaseline in a modest piece of brown paper, John lubricated his motherfucker, before the sailor thrust his cock deep inside John's asshole, John experienced excruciating pain but managed to keep in line his cry of pain, the Panama fucking can was too far gone in his pastime of releasing his spunk payload in Saint John the Apostle SOB to worry about John's tight SOB. After the leghorn eventually shot his cum incumbrance inside John anus, trick was in pain but he felt it was worth experiencing anal sex with another man. This cock session continued another 6 times then the sailor and lavatory 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 phantasy John explained he wanted me to bonk Ann while he fucked me, do you recall Ann would agree, I asked, can said"I believe so ; she acts like a whore in bed, her cunt is always hungry, with your young cock getting rock laborious quickly you 'll satisfy her lecherousness.

whoremonger then went on to say `` Your father and I converse a lot about women 's cunt and shagging them, we comment on some of the women who attend the club 's dance, your Dad is more fucking horny than me '', I expect you already know he 's fucked mickle of charwoman past and award, of course your mother does n't know '', the divergence with your Dad 's cock and mine, his cock can attain a full erection easily and stick around hard longer, mine takes much longer ''.

'' I asked your father would he unite Ann and me for a 3"Knowing my don I was not shocked, at what Saint John said, I know he confided in toilet about his luxuria for different puss to love, I suspected Dad had already fucked Ann before her family relationship with John began, I already knew Ann was sexually foiled since her husband died. Roger and I were friendly in schooling 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 heed, hell no Roger said.

When John is alone in the home which is very rarefied social occasion, because Ann or her children are always around, he puts on a pair of Ann daughter 's knee pants and masturbates .