When I was 18 I re-call a affair with man called Saint John the Apostle 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 class when we in school. Ann didn’t fuck very far from me, on a Saturday dark Ann and John would attend the local anaesthetic working men’s club for dancing and Bingo, it was the Sami nightspot my parents visited on Saturday dark. So my parents know Ann quite well she introduced John to them and they became friendly when encounter at the club’s dance night.

Sometimes I would call at the golf club on Saturday night and meet my parents to take the air home together, that when I met John who seem to take a refulgency to me unknowingly to me at that clock time. From the clock time I use kick downstairs into John regularly became well-disposed with him, I didn’t conceive much about it at the sentence, but John use to put his hand on my shoulder. When touch or massage my bottom accidently on function. I didn’t object though I must allow I liked it.

Some eve I’d meet privy in Town by chance, he’d been drinking all afternoon toilet was not really fuddle but you could order he was a slightly tipsy. John Lackland invited me to go with him for a drink in a nearby pub, with can’s persuasive plea I accepted, the pub he chose was pretty quiet, we sat in the corner out of view of the bar there were not many customer in pub at that time. privy put his hand on my knee joint underneath the table and began questioning me, “ Did I like girls, did I have a lady friend ”, then he asked me out of grim “ What case of boys underclothes 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 surprisal you John the Divine ”, but I like wearing skimpy Jockey shorts that resemble a span of female child knickers, I love the feel of the cloth and its flaccid lightweight, I love the skimpiness and the range of colours. can seemed captivated by my openness, I knew he wouldn’t remark about our conversation to my parents, then St. John the Apostle asked me would I allow him to see what my knickers 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 toilets ” John said he knew of a seat near to my home, it was a derelict barn by some abandoned parceling. John the Divine had given up his flat to go and inhabit with Ann and her minor. We caught the bus that I usually catch menage but alighted two hitch before where Gospel According to 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 face and asked Gospel According to John was Ann a good fuck, lavatory 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 tits, finger her pussy before performing viva on her cunt ”. I said " John thanks for sharing your self-assurance 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 first storey where an window faced the itinerary we just walked it gave us a near lookout position if someone was approaching, I stood next to the wall and John said “ Let’s see your pretty drawers Jay ”, so I undid the knock of my jeans then lowered them to my ankles, to reveal skimpy knickers to John, I was wearing a pair of lilac lacing panties, within seconds of admiring my panty covered crotch John the Divine grabbed me and kissed me which led to John Lackland giving me a abstruse French kiss, toilet’s kissing was so enjoyable I didn’t want him to discontinue, at this detail he didn’t fondled my panty covering fire shaft, as he kissed me he gyrated himself against my crotch, 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 belt dropped his trouser and underpants ( briefs style ).

bathroom continued to gyrating himself against my pecker, although his cock was flaccid, just having a warm body against my cock was really a decent touch sensation. lavatory suggested we strip off defenseless, I agreed with only one exception, as long as I can observe my knickerbockers 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 St. John laid on top of me, John returned to kissing to, French kissing me, it was John’s specialty. privy slowly gyrated his physical structure rubbing his tool against my scanty covered cock I loved the sensation of having a John’s lovesome organic structure on top of me, I wrapped my legs around his torso, john exclaimed “ I want to fuck you, I want to shag you ” I asked john would he mind playing with my panty covered hammer, my cock straining due to the restriction of style of my knickerbockers. John moved along side me so he could buss and fondle me at the Same time, by now I was in a heightened of horniness, John then released my cock from my knickers John said “ I’ve waited and longed for this moment ever since I met you ”, John sucked both my nipples, but due to John’s shape after his drinking spree, his cock stayed flaccid, John said “ screw, fuck, fuck, of all the times for my dick not to be erect ”, I let John express on kissing me and fondling me, he released my putz from my step-in 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 phantasy, the low being he wanted me to fuck him, about 18 years ago when he was Brigham Young and joined the merchandiser Navy, one eventide while he was on night duty with another older sailor boy, they entered into a masturbation session, but this became a piffling boring so the early sailor kissed John, and asked if John the Divine would allow himself to be fucked, lav had never thought about having anal sex before, but something inside him made him hold, John knew the act he pulled his trouser down and underpants down, and bent over, the former sailor dropped his trouser and billet his shaft at John’s anus, he spat on helping hand and stroked his rooster, fortunately for some reason can had some whiter Vaseline in a humble while of brown newspaper, John lubricated his asshole, before the sailor thrust his tool deep inside Saint John the Apostle’s SOB, John experienced excruciating painfulness but managed to curb his cry of pain, the boater fucking Saint John the Apostle was too far gone in his pursuit of releasing his heart shipment in Gospel According to John arse to care about John’s tight asshole. After the sailor eventually shot his cum burden inside John anus, John was in infliction but he felt it was worth experiencing anal sex with another man. This turncock session continued another 6 time then the Panama hat and John were transferred to separate ships. From that day to this day John has never been with another man. But toilet always longed for another occurrence.
The mo fantasy lavatory explained he wanted me to have it off Ann while he fucked me, do you consider Ann would gibe, I asked, toilet said “ I believe so ; she acts like a sporting lady in bed, her cunt is always athirst, with your unseasoned cock getting sway hard quickly you'll satisfy her lustfulness.

lavatory 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 scads of women past and demo, of course your female parent doesn't know ", the difference with your Dad's cock and mine, his pecker can hand a full hard-on easily and stay hard longer, mine takes much longer ".

" I asked your father would he join Ann and me for a threesome ” Knowing my father I was not shocked, at what St. John the Apostle said, I know he confided in john about his lust for dissimilar twat to fuck, I suspected Dad had already fucked Ann before her relationship with John Lackland began, I already knew Ann was sexually spoil since her husband died. Roger and I were friendly in shoal 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 mind, hell no Roger said.

When Saint John is alone in the house which is very rarefied occasion, because Ann or her tike are always around, he puts on a couple of Ann girl's knickers and masturbates.