The next day arrived, a sort of tidied up a bit, made sure the dog had been walked and fed and checked the area wasn't looking like a war zone with toys everywhere.
I'd arranged to et him in the pub again in case he had changed his mind, and so I got there at 8 and he was already waiting, scrubbed and shining, tight T shirt showing nipples, skinny jeans showing promise.
We drank up and walked back along the harbour and cut through the back streets to home.
He was introduced to the dog who made a huge fuss before being banished to his basket. I went to the kitchen to fix beers, Jed came behind me. I turned and kissed him, huis hard tongue shot back and licked, it seemed, my tonsils, his hands caressing my buttocks and moving to find my growing penis - all I could feel was his manhood growing bigger as he held me in place, obviously placed his cock pointing uphill and firmly held in place by his tight jeans.
I eased him away, lead him to the settee and we sat, holding beers, and chatted. He was 22, had had some experience but not a lot and had been fairly closeted - and shocked at how we met. He was in the choir, not church, and they met twice a week. He was working for the council, a job his father had got him, and enjoyed the open air feeling and being able to use his hands. His has a liking for older guys about my age as they had maturity and stability and knew how to have "fun". and this seemed to be a good time to start having some. his hands. already on my knees worked up to my groin, he pushed me back and laid on top on me making the inevitable happen compounded by his lips pressing to mine. His hands, and mine groped for belts and zippers and buttons as we tried to undress in that silly position till I pushed him upright, grabbed his hand and said this way.
In the bedroom his body was not a disappointment, he did indeed have firm pert nipples, a little honey trail from his belly button to his groin and a thick wiry black bush of unkept pubic hair - rising from which when it was revealed was a fine sturdy meaty thick uncut cock already wet ended. As he stripped me down I sprang up firm, we laid on the bed face to face, cock to cock, kissing. He might have been young but he knew what he wanted and it didn't take long before he penetrated my willing puckered hole and he filled me with his juices. That was a sign of his youth, n stamina, or maybe excitement. The evening passed slowly with a few more beers and yet another sexual experience when I sat on him and made him go slow - for him a new way. After we'd showered and cleaned up we just laid naked chatting about stuff, good that he had more between his ears than the average 22 year old, but working in the open and with his hands, well current styles etc not really the done thing. I wanted to fuck him but that night only managed to rim him, make his eyes cross and give him a third orgasm.
The next weekend he came over again, I took his cherry, slowly and with patience, and as it was breaking in kept him impaled on my organ after my first cum till he relaxed and I could really fuck him - his time he really enjoyed it, no apprehension about pain or other things just now knowing that he could enjoy being taken as well as taking. Once we played a little game in the hi vis trying to relive the first time we met, how sexy he looked and how I wanted to bury y face inn his crotch. But we laughed to much and my then both knew what the other had to offer and so we didn't need that extra to make us enjoy sexual congress. By now he was fucking me in so many different ways and places no where seemed safe with us both naked. I loved his cock and really took him all the way, it was chunky and meaty and really did fill the hole, stretched me wide and made my eyes water with appreciation as his balls swung and grazed my lower buttocks when he really thrusted deeply in. I could feel all the tensions and workings of his cock through my anal nerves, and that moment when he shot, the pulses through his cock hitting my nerves always sent me over the top in appreciation as I received his cum as deep inside me as he could penetrate..
Working for the council he had to be where they wanted him to be and like all councils they move staff about and so after 6 months of twice a week meetings, sometimes more but never all night as he lived at home, the council posted him to another depot the other side of the county.
In any case I know he didn't want a relationship where he was tied, but that said I don't think he had anything outside of what we did together. It wasn't love but it was appreciation and understanding. I was sad to see it end, but i practice there was already a lot of driving involved from his home to mine, add 40 miles each way on a working day and, well, it speaks for itself.
We didn mange a few frantic weekends days trying to make up for lost lust times but in the end...
We did se each other on the odd occasion, the gaps becoming months then several months before nothing.
Out of the blue about 18 months after we'd first met I had a phone call.
Would I like to meet for a drink, and would I like to meet a friend - and by the way he was blond!
I'd arranged to et him in the pub again in case he had changed his mind, and so I got there at 8 and he was already waiting, scrubbed and shining, tight T shirt showing nipples, skinny jeans showing promise.
We drank up and walked back along the harbour and cut through the back streets to home.
He was introduced to the dog who made a huge fuss before being banished to his basket. I went to the kitchen to fix beers, Jed came behind me. I turned and kissed him, huis hard tongue shot back and licked, it seemed, my tonsils, his hands caressing my buttocks and moving to find my growing penis - all I could feel was his manhood growing bigger as he held me in place, obviously placed his cock pointing uphill and firmly held in place by his tight jeans.
I eased him away, lead him to the settee and we sat, holding beers, and chatted. He was 22, had had some experience but not a lot and had been fairly closeted - and shocked at how we met. He was in the choir, not church, and they met twice a week. He was working for the council, a job his father had got him, and enjoyed the open air feeling and being able to use his hands. His has a liking for older guys about my age as they had maturity and stability and knew how to have "fun". and this seemed to be a good time to start having some. his hands. already on my knees worked up to my groin, he pushed me back and laid on top on me making the inevitable happen compounded by his lips pressing to mine. His hands, and mine groped for belts and zippers and buttons as we tried to undress in that silly position till I pushed him upright, grabbed his hand and said this way.
In the bedroom his body was not a disappointment, he did indeed have firm pert nipples, a little honey trail from his belly button to his groin and a thick wiry black bush of unkept pubic hair - rising from which when it was revealed was a fine sturdy meaty thick uncut cock already wet ended. As he stripped me down I sprang up firm, we laid on the bed face to face, cock to cock, kissing. He might have been young but he knew what he wanted and it didn't take long before he penetrated my willing puckered hole and he filled me with his juices. That was a sign of his youth, n stamina, or maybe excitement. The evening passed slowly with a few more beers and yet another sexual experience when I sat on him and made him go slow - for him a new way. After we'd showered and cleaned up we just laid naked chatting about stuff, good that he had more between his ears than the average 22 year old, but working in the open and with his hands, well current styles etc not really the done thing. I wanted to fuck him but that night only managed to rim him, make his eyes cross and give him a third orgasm.
The next weekend he came over again, I took his cherry, slowly and with patience, and as it was breaking in kept him impaled on my organ after my first cum till he relaxed and I could really fuck him - his time he really enjoyed it, no apprehension about pain or other things just now knowing that he could enjoy being taken as well as taking. Once we played a little game in the hi vis trying to relive the first time we met, how sexy he looked and how I wanted to bury y face inn his crotch. But we laughed to much and my then both knew what the other had to offer and so we didn't need that extra to make us enjoy sexual congress. By now he was fucking me in so many different ways and places no where seemed safe with us both naked. I loved his cock and really took him all the way, it was chunky and meaty and really did fill the hole, stretched me wide and made my eyes water with appreciation as his balls swung and grazed my lower buttocks when he really thrusted deeply in. I could feel all the tensions and workings of his cock through my anal nerves, and that moment when he shot, the pulses through his cock hitting my nerves always sent me over the top in appreciation as I received his cum as deep inside me as he could penetrate..
Working for the council he had to be where they wanted him to be and like all councils they move staff about and so after 6 months of twice a week meetings, sometimes more but never all night as he lived at home, the council posted him to another depot the other side of the county.
In any case I know he didn't want a relationship where he was tied, but that said I don't think he had anything outside of what we did together. It wasn't love but it was appreciation and understanding. I was sad to see it end, but i practice there was already a lot of driving involved from his home to mine, add 40 miles each way on a working day and, well, it speaks for itself.
We didn mange a few frantic weekends days trying to make up for lost lust times but in the end...
We did se each other on the odd occasion, the gaps becoming months then several months before nothing.
Out of the blue about 18 months after we'd first met I had a phone call.
Would I like to meet for a drink, and would I like to meet a friend - and by the way he was blond!