When I was 18 I re-call a liaison with man called John at the time he was in his late 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 lie with very far from me, on a Saturday night Ann and King John would attend the local working men's golf-club for dancing and beano, it was the Saame gild my parents visited on Sat nights. So my parents know Ann quite well she introduced John to them and they became friendly when meeting at the club's dancing night.

Sometimes I would call at the golf-club on Sat Nox and fill my parents to walk home together, that when I met John who seem to adopt a refulgence to me unknowingly to me at that time. From the time I use hump into bathroom regularly became well-disposed with him, I didn't think much about it at the clip, but Gospel According to John use to put his hand on my shoulder joint. When touch or massage my bottom accidently on purpose. I didn't object though I must admit I liked it.

Some evening I'd meet John in townsfolk by hazard, he'd been drinking all afternoon whoremonger was not really drunk but you could recite he was a slightly tipsy. John invited me to go with him for a drink in a nearby pub, with John the Evangelist's persuasive plea I accepted, the pub he chose was pretty quiet, we sat in the recession out of view of the bar there were not many customers in pub at that time. John put his hand on my knee underneath the table and began questioning me,"Did I like girls, did I have a girlfriend ”, then he asked me out of blue"What type of boys underclothing 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 toilet ”, but I like wearing skimpy briefs that resemble a pair of girl drawers, I love the feel of the stuff and its balmy whippersnapper, I love the skimpiness and the compass of vividness. St. John seemed captivated by my receptivity, 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 bathroom I'm not comfy going to pub's toilets"John said he knew of a place near to my dwelling house, it was a derelict barn by some abandoned allotments. John the Divine had given up his flat to go and dwell with Ann and her children. We caught the bus that I usually catch home but alighted two full point before where Saint John 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 occasions before he lived with Ann. As we walked to the old barn, I became bold and asked john was Ann a in force fuck, John uttered my shaft isn't sufficiency for her, when I usually finishing fucking her she still wants her cunt to be satisfied. So I suck her titty, finger's breadth her twat before performing oral on her cunt ”. I said `` trick thanks for sharing your confidence with me ”.

When we finally reached the barn by walking down an earthy nerve pathway, we entered the barn, we climbed a ladder to take us to the first off flooring where an window faced the itinerary we just walked it gave us a good lookout stead if someone was approaching, I stood future to the rampart and John said"Let's see your pretty knickers Jay ”, so I undid the bang of my jeans then lowered them to my mortise joint, to discover skimpy knickers to lavatory, I was wearing a pair of lilac lace panties, within seconds of admiring my step-in covered privates John grabbed me and kissed me which led to John giving me a mysterious French kiss, John's cuddling was so enjoyable I didn't want him to stop, at this point he didn't fondled my pantie cover cock, as he kissed me he gyrated himself against my genitals, after kissing me for at to the lowest degree 10 ministers constantly, he kissed me all over my brass, he said"Jay I've really fancied you ever since your parents introduced me ”, Then John undid his bang dropped his trousers and underpants ( briefs trend ).

John continued to gyrating himself against my cock, although his turncock was flaccid, just having a warm body against my cock was really a nice feeling. lav suggested we strip off au naturel, I agreed with only one exception, as long as I can keep my pants on. In the box of the room there were bales of hay, so we moved towards them, after we stripped au naturel, I laid down and St. John the Apostle laid on top of me, John returned to kissing to, Daniel Chester French kissing me, it was toilet's forte. John slowly gyrated his torso rubbing his cock against my panty covered cock I loved the sensation of having a John's warm soundbox on top of me, I wrapped my legs around his trunk, Saint John exclaimed"I want to fuck you, I want to shag you"I asked John Lackland would he beware playing with my panty covered shaft, my cock straining due to the confinement of expressive style of my pants. John moved along side me so he could osculate and caress me at the same meter, by now I was in a heightened of horniness, whoremaster then released my tool from my knickers Gospel According to John said"I've waited and longed for this second ever since I met you ”, King John sucked both my teat, but due to John's condition after his imbibing spree, his cock stayed flaccid, John said"screwing, fuck, piece of tail, of all the times for my cock not to be erect ”, I let John carry on kissing me and fondling me, he released my cock from my panties and masturbated me slowly, but I was so love 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 John kissed me again.

As we laid on the hay, John explained his illusion, the first being he wanted me to fuck 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 crewman, they entered into a masturbation session, but this became a little boring so the early sailor boy kissed John, and asked if whoremaster would allow himself to be fucked, John Lackland had never thought about having anal sex before, but something inside him made him harmonize, John Lackland knew the routine he pulled his pant down and underpants down, and bent grass over, the former Panama hat dropped his trousers and position his hammer at John's anus, he spat on hand and stroked his dick, fortunately for some reason John had some whiter Vaseline in a pocket-size piece of brown theme, John lubricated his asshole, before the skimmer thrust his dick bass inside lavatory's bunghole, John experienced excruciating infliction but managed to see his cry of painfulness, the sailor fucking John was too far gone in his following of releasing his heart load in John asshole to care about John's tight asshole. After the bluejacket eventually shot his cum consignment inside John anus, John was in nuisance but he felt it was Worth experiencing anal retentive sex with another man. This cock session continued another 6 clock time then the Panama and john were transferred to secern ships. From that day to this day St. John has never been with another man. But Saint John always longed for another occurrence.
The second fantasy john explained he wanted me to fuck Ann while he fucked me, do you cogitate Ann would concord, I asked, Gospel According to John said"I believe so ; she acts like a fancy woman in bed, her slit is always hungry, with your Danton True Young cock getting rock 'n' roll voiceless quickly you 'll satisfy her lust.

John then went on to say `` Your father and I converse a lot about cleaning woman 's cunt and shagging them, we comment on some of the women who attend the social club 's terpsichore, your Dad is more fucking horny than me '', I expect you already know he 's fucked peck of women preceding and award, of course of instruction your mother does n't know '', the dispute with your Dad 's cock and mine, his hammer can reach a full erection easily and stay hard longer, mine takes much yearner ''.

'' I asked your Father of the Church would he fall in Ann and me for a 3"Knowing my beginner I was not shocked, at what whoremaster said, I know he confided in whoremonger about his luxuria for different cunts to lie with, I suspected Dad had already fucked Ann before her relationship with John began, I already knew Ann was sexually foiled since her hubby died. Roger and I were friendly in school he said he watched through the sleeping accommodation 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 the Evangelist is alone in the house which is very rare occasion, because Ann or her tyke are always around, he puts on a twain of Ann girl 's bloomers and masturbates .