FORMATIVE YEARS - TONY

Formative Years - Tony

Having enjoyed my time on the building sites and my young companion with his lust for blow jobs till working locations took us in different directions we hadn't met till one day out in town I saw him and met his wife.
I do remember looking at him lustfully and hoped he got from her what I gave.

A few years later, after I'd left town I returned to see family. Needless to say I wandered up town to see what changes had gone on, the local gay bar still looking seedy so opted for a brighter more jolly place so I nipped in for a quickie, like one does and hey bingo, there he was propping up the bar.

No mistaking him, it was Tony, filled out certainly but still the dazzling smile and sleek black hair and that wonderful olive complexion. He saw me, smiled, waved so I went over and we got chatting, showed me pictures of his wife and daughters, not yet school age. I decided I'd been polite enough and finished my drink and began to make my exit saying I had to see my folks when he stopped me. Would you give me a lift, you go in my direction.

So we got in the car and started off down the road, dodging the traffic till we were on the edge of town. He chatted non stop asking questions, pointing out new things and then said you wouldn't like to make a stop and, you know, do what you like doing - and his hand pulled my hand and placed in on his hard cock. My heart beat quickened, memories of his sweet cock and foreskin flooded back and being weak willed said yes. e As it happened I knew a quiet place so we drove there, my now I was gagging for his cock and was suffering form a raging erection.

We pulled in under some trees and I watched as he pulled his trousers and pants down and up popped happiness, just as I remembered it, very tasty looking, hard and upright growing from his really black bush. I went to go down on him but no, he needed me semi naked as well. I obligated, slipped my clothes down over my ankles and with my boner dancing and already damp I went down on him, slowly, enjoying every inch till I was filled with his hard meat while he moaned with appreciation. I teased and tickled and slipped and slurped and sucked his balls and munched his pubic hair and slipped his length down over my tonsils knowing he'd come soon and I wanted to enjoy every drop. His back arched, he pushed out and groaned and let it go, I tasted his milky spunk as it filled my mouth, swallowing quickly as it seemed he was shooting for ever. And then he was done, relaxed, laying back with a happy smile on his as I came up for air. That was good he said, you don't know how many times I've wanted that to happen with you. I sat back, my cock dripping with pre cum but still hard. He reached out, put his fingers round my cock and began to toss me, then, without warning he leaned over and devoured me, swallowed me deep throat and all so much so that I involuntarily came off and shot as he sucked me. He swallowed, licked my shaft and came up. And that, he said, I always wanted to do but was scared.

We sat for a while just holding hands. Always wanted to suck you off but never had the courage - and then he said he had to get home. We pulled trousers up, zipped, leaned in and kissed. As we drove he wanted to know how long I was visiting and was I busy and could we maybe meet again. I had a few days and yes, certainly meeting again if this was the reward. We arranged for the next evening,

I washed and primped and got ready wondering if and what would happen, if my blow job from him was a one off.
I needn't have worried though, I arrived at the meeting place and he was there, primped and polished and eager.

He asked me to go to a friends house as he wanted to collect something, wouldn't take a minute so off we went. We pulled up and he got out. Come on he said, this is what I'm picking up - and he waved some keys and pointed to a van. Nondescript, a bit well used but serviceable and white, dirty white.
I parked and joined him and we drove off, now I was puzzled. No questions, all will be revealed he said as he took us round the roads till he came to some local woods and found a spot well hidden and secluded, got out of the van and motioned me to follow. Round to the back doors and he opened them and wow, wall to wall bedding.

He laughed and pulled me in and closed the doors, pulled me close and kissed me as he began to undress me - and them me him till we were both naked, and hard, and feeling each others bodies with hands and tongues. He went between my legs and sucked me in, I positioned him so I could return the compliment and so we sucked in our little tin box, licked balls. My hand slipped down his bum cheeks and found his tight hole, moist and then I turned him over, scooped him up and rimmed his asshole, sweet, succulent and a little sweaty, but tasty, even his pink puckered hole was sweet and beckoning, my tongue enjoying licking round and feeling his quivering asshole. I slipped a finger in deep and felt him moan and groan. I flipped him back and laid on top and kissed him, went down and sucked him as he managed to find my cock for his mouth and eagerly sucked till we both came, within seconds the flood gates opened and sweet spunk flowed, shot and spurted. No waste. After me cuddled up, kissed and explored each others bodies, nipples and holes and buttocks and balls and cocks till they hardened up again which in his case was very quickly. I laid on my back with my cock pointing up, a good mouthful of spit applied as I got him straddling me and aimed at his precious hole, my end a bit wet found the spot and I pushed, and it entered a little. Now I said its up to you, just lower slowly or... and he lowered my cock slipping gently between his opened buttocks, he stooped every now and again and took a deep breath and then continued, his eyes locked on mine enjoying my enjoyment till, at last I was deeply embedded inside him. Good I asked, feeling amazing he replied, now all you have to do is fuck me. That I said is now up to you. And so he rode me my cock going in deeper and quicker as he gained confidence now his virginity had gone. I could feel his balls bounce on my belly, see his cock hard and erect and very stiff pointing towards me, so, as he rode me I applied my hands to his manhood, and, as I could feel myself arriving at a climax helped him along so as I came deep inside his anus I then jerked him off and got a spurt over my face and belly and chest, I could feel his body contracting over my inserted cock as he enjoyed his orgasmic experience.
Slowly hi lifted up till he was no longer impaled and laid by my side. Not a virgin any more he said, thanks, thanks for everything.

We chatted for a while about life and things and circumstances. He came from an Italian background and so was expected to marry and have kids and so, as they would never accept a gay son he obliged, as it happened I was the only guy to recognize he was gay and so our experiences were the only ones he'd had. Many times after work took us apart he'd been tempted but circumstances never seemed right.and since his marriage he hadn't strayed, he'd been tempted but never touched a man believing his life was set to be seen by his family - till I turned up the day before and the doors and good memories came back.

We drove back to change the vehicles over, both happy and a bit giggly. Having dropped the van off I took him to the end of his road. Can we meet again he asked because I would really like to fuck you.
He did and so did he.

But that's another story.

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Quite wonderful and well told.
 
I don't know how he managed it but he did. A few clandestine meetings were brief and to the orgasm as they say, wanks and sucks and kisses had sufficed for a while, the heady stuff, the lusting in the loins just didn't get satisfied for either of us.
Of course it didn't help that I had to return to visit family so I didn't have a place and the van wasn't always available and time, well time had to be snatched.
But then he did it, a week away on his own. He was supposed to be going on holiday with his wife and kids to see a relative up north. The upshot was he wriggled out of it and said he wanted to go visit some places the family would find boring.
And so he did, boring is exactly what it was, winning seconds of him arriving I was boring his asshole with my erection poking out my fly and his butt barely bare where I pulled his pants down a bit.
I pulled myself deep and just stayed there enjoying the sensation of his tight ass clasped round my dick. he tensed his muscles and sent messages to my balls and my hands groped his body, slowly stripping him as we stood, stumbled impaled till the trail of clothes ran from the door to the bed. My hands caressed his body, pinched his nipples, I ran my fingers through his bush, held his cock, touched the dribbling end and cupped his balls and he squirted into my hand as I finally shot a well-saved load.
And then a tumble of naked body and arms and legs interjoined and bodies rubbing touching and sweating as our lips joined for a long passionate tongue to tongue kiss that seemed to go on forever.
Then, sated for the moment we cuddled droopy cock to droopy cock - but not for long. Soon that bodily contact had hardened up and we frotted for what seemed an eternity, cock to hard cock, leaking cock to leaking cock as about pre cum mixed and our bodies slid in the mix. I felt his cum on my cock which had the desired effect as my cum went on his and we writhed more as we shot and then, lying back, fingers tracing shapes in the spunky mess on each others bodies. And then we laughed, giggled and I said "hello, welcome".We showered and dried and had a snack, still naked, enjoying the sight of each other's bodies.
We dressed, went sightseeing, had a drink and got a pizza to take home - I guessed, rightly he wanted to go to bed and not waste time.
The pizza was devoured and we tumbled into bed, once more enjoying the pleasure of our naked bodies touching.
We got hard, we got very hard, we were so hard it was almost impossible to avoid the question of wanting to spill spunk again. He whispered in my ear " remember when you did me in the van and I said next time I want to do you". I nodded. "I want to do you now", and with that he flipped me over on my tummy and laid on top of me. His cock fitted my bum crack perfectly, it felt huge (it want small for sure) and he gently eased my legs apart, slightly lifted me and slid his pre cum wet cock down my crack to my ring, a silky sliding sensation that tingled my nerves, made me eager to take him. His precum dripped even more now, like a tap and lubed my hole, lubed his cok as he slowly got his cock end on my hole and pushed. In, his cock was in me, it wasn't going to be easy. I breathed deep as he pushed again and then pop, he was in proper, my sphincter had opened and I could breath deeply once again. Slowly he worked his way inside me till his balls stopped going deeper. We laid there, my cock digging deeply into the mattress.
He nibbled my ear, tweaked my nipples and had one hand on my cock gently squeezing it. My b ody relaxed, I could feel him inside me, all of him and it was feeling pretty good.
He began to move, slowly at first and shirt strokes building up to long deep strokes faster before diving himself deep into me, pressing my buttocks, gaining more penetration and then back out again, a wild fucking until he moaned, groaned and gasped as his orgasm took over and spurted deep inside me and he collapsed on top of me while he hand on my cock did its job and brought me off. Before I filled his hand I knew my muscles were flexing his cock as my orgasm came to a crescendo, I felt him smile, he knew I'd cum before his hand was filled.
Let's just say the rest of the week was pretty much the same. His favorite place to have me, " I want to do you at the sink" made washing up a joy and a new experience. His lack of man-on-man experience didn't matter, he could fuck and soon found so many new positions to try and enjoy.
By the last night making cum, shooting spunk from dried up wells didnt matter, we enjoyed nakedness, penetration and stillness and being together.
It was heartbreaking seeing him off knowing he was going home to what was in effect an arranged marriage in which he had no interest and had sired the right amount of children to satisfy the family.
Since then we've had times together, not a whole week as yet but working on it and each meeting is a pleasure, each sexual act a bonus, and each act meaningful.
The van never re-appeared som it was cars and woods and river banks, fucking naked in the fresh air beside a stream, groping madly in a multi-story car park.
Oddly, life is good, will what I want in life come - whom knows
 

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