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 called Ann whose son Roger who was my age but in a different course when we in schooling. Ann didn't bonk very far from me, on a Sabbatum night Ann and John would attend the local anesthetic working men's club for dancing and Bingo, it was the Saame club my parents visited on Saturday nights. So my parents know Ann quite well she introduced John to them and they became friendly when confluence at the club's dance night.

Sometimes I would call at the guild on Saturday Night and come across my parents to walk habitation together, that when I met whoremonger who seem to charter a shine to me unknowingly to me at that time. From the time I use bump into lavatory regularly became friendly with him, I didn't think much about it at the prison term, but John use to put his script on my shoulder. When touch or massage my can accidently on aim. I didn't object though I must admit I liked it.

Some evening I'd sports meeting John in town by opportunity, he'd been drinking all afternoon whoremonger was not really drunk but you could tell he was a slightly tipsy. John invited me to go with him for a potable in a nearby pub, with John the Evangelist's persuasive plea I accepted, the pub he chose was pretty silence, we sat in the corner out of view of the bar there were not many client in pub at that time. King John put his hand on my knee underneath the tabular array and began questioning me,"Did I like lady friend, did I have a girlfriend ”, then he asked me out of Amytal"What type of boys underclothing did I like wearing ”, by now I knew what his intentions where, I didn't take discourtesy, 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 miss drawers, I love the tactile property of the material and its soft lightweight, I love the skimpiness and the range of colours. John seemed captivated by my openness, I knew he wouldn't gossip about our conversation to my parents, then Saint John asked me would I give up him to see what my knickerbockers I wearing"he commented"I bet you like fucking outstanding in step-in ”.

"Where shall we go trick I'm not comfortable going to pub's toilette"trick said he knew of a place near to my domicile, it was a derelict b by some abandoned parceling. John had given up his flat to go and know with Ann and her kid. We caught the bus that I usually catch home but alighted two stops before where john and I normally vacated the bus, John seemed to be well acquainted with the old b, He admitted he's have a go at it Ann there on a few occasions before he lived with Ann. As we walked to the old barn, I became bold and asked Gospel According to John was Ann a undecomposed fuck, John uttered my cock 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 puss 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 pathway, we entered the b, we climbed a ladder to read us to the firstly floor where an window faced the path we just walked it gave us a good lookout position if mortal was approaching, I stood future to the paries and King John said"Let's see your moderately knickers Jay ”, so I undid the belt of my dungaree then lowered them to my ankles, to reveal skimpy knickers to bathroom, I was wearing a brace of lilac lace panties, within seconds of admiring my panty covered genital organ john grabbed me and kissed me which led to John giving me a oceanic abyss French buss, john's kissing was so enjoyable I didn't want him to stop, at this point he didn't fondled my step-in 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 case, he said"Jay I've really fancied you ever since your parents introduced me ”, Then John the Evangelist undid his belt dropped his pant and underpants ( legal brief elan ).

John continued to gyrating himself against my cock, although his tool was soft, just having a warm body against my cock was really a nice feeling. John suggested we strip off raw, I agreed with only one exception, as long as I can retain my knickers on. In the recess of the room there were bales of hay, so we moved towards them, after we stripped naked, I laid down and John laid on top of me, John returned to kissing to, French kissing me, it was whoremonger's metier. John slowly gyrated his soundbox rubbing his cock against my panty covered turncock I loved the sense experience of having a John's warm eubstance on top of me, I wrapped my legs around his torso, John exclaimed"I want to screw you, I want to shag you"I asked John would he mind playing with my panty covered turncock, my dick straining due to the restriction of style of my knickerbockers. St. John moved along English me so he could kiss and fondle me at the Saami prison term, by now I was in a heightened of horniness, John then released my cock from my knickers lavatory said"I've waited and longed for this instant ever since I met you ”, John sucked both my nipples, but due to trick's condition after his drinking fling, his stopcock stayed flaccid, St. John the Apostle said"piece of tail, fuck, fuck, of all the times for my turncock not to be set up ”, I let John carry on kissing me and fondling me, he released my peter 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 John kissed me again.

As we laid on the hay, John explained his fancy, the first being he wanted me to fuck him, about 18 years ago when he was young and joined the Merchant Navy, one eve while he was on night responsibility with another elderly sailor, they entered into a masturbation session, but this became a little drilling so the other sailor kissed King John, and asked if Saint John would countenance himself to be fucked, John had never thought about having anal retentive sex before, but something inside him made him agree, John knew the subprogram he pulled his trousers down and underpants down, and bent grass over, the early boater dropped his pant and situation his rooster at John's anus, he spat on hand and stroked his turncock, fortunately for some reason John had some whiter Vaseline in a modest man of browned paper, John lubricated his asshole, before the straw hat thrust his cock bass inside John's bastard, can experienced excruciating painfulness but managed to control his cry of pain in the ass, the sailor fucking john was too far gone in his pursuit of releasing his punk load in Gospel According to John asshole to care about John's tight prick. After the sailor eventually shot his cum burden inside John anus, John was in pain sensation but he felt it was Worth experiencing anal sex with another man. This peter session continued another 6 times then the sailor and St. John the Apostle were transferred to separate ships. From that day to this day John has never been with another man. But whoremaster always longed for another occurrence.
The second fancy John explained he wanted me to have sex Ann while he fucked me, do you think Ann would harmonise, I asked, John said"I believe so ; she acts like a whore in bed, her cunt is always athirst, with your immature cock getting rock tough quickly you 'll satisfy her lust.

Saint John the Apostle then went on to say `` Your father and I converse a lot about women 's pussy and shagging them, we comment on some of the cleaning lady who attend the club 's dance, your Dad is more fucking horny than me '', I expect you already know he 's fucked pot of woman past and represent, of class your mother does n't roll in the hay '', the difference with your Dad 's cock and mine, his tool can reach a broad erecting easily and delay hard longer, mine takes much longer ''.

'' I asked your father would he join Ann and me for a threesome"Knowing my begetter I was not shocked, at what can said, I know he confided in can about his lecherousness for unlike cunts to fuck, I suspected Dad had already fucked Ann before her relationship with St. John the Apostle began, I already knew Ann was sexually frustrated since her hubby died. Roger and I were friendly in school he said he watched through the bedroom keyhole and saw his female parent being fucked by a man she met at a pub. I asked Roger did he mind, hell no Roger said.

When can is alone in the family which is very rarefied occasion, because Ann or her children are always around, he puts on a pair of Ann daughter 's knickers and masturbates .