A Game Of Two Halves

My name is Al

It was the 21st September 1996, I remember the date because it was the weekend after my 19th birthday and I went out on the town with a four mates.

Ed, he was about 6 years older than me, he always got the girl, Darren and Phil, a two or three years older and Phil’s younger brother (I’ll get to him in a minute) and myself, just five ordinary guys.

After the pubs shut we all ended up at a nightclub, nothing too dramatic, no arguments and no fights, it was just an ordinary night.

I really wasn’t into nightclubs, or dressing up in a shirt and trousers, I was into metal music and had long blond/brown hair and looking a bit like a goth I didn’t really fit in. I think if I had been that age now I would've been a bit of a femboy, but it really wasn't the done thing in 1996 where I came from.

We all left the club at about 1:30am-ish and headed off to the kebab shop and me being drunk and acting the fool tried to climb up on a bus stop, but managed to slip and land on my back much to the amusement of the others. I got up acting like it didn’t hurt, but the worst thing was I’d managed to land in a load of discarded food and other crap, I was filthy and had ripped my right trouser leg open almost all the way up, oh well I said “I hated wearing trousers anyway!” I got a bit sulky and said that I didn’t want a kebab and Ed said neither did he. So while the others started to walk up to the kebab shop we said our goodbyes and me and Ed (who unusually wasn’t taking a girl home) walked off the other way. I was very quiet on the walk back; I’d acted the fool because I had things on my mind.

Ed lived in a big flat/apartment above a shop on my way home and I sometimes stopped off there for a drink or to have a joint or a bit of speed, sometimes to take a couple of girls back.

I had known Ed since I was about 10 (he was the son of our old neighbours) and after a few drinks often used to play about wrestling, don’t know how it started, but it was just a bit of messing about and the one who submitted first (usually me) had to do a forfeit, usually this meant using a really bad chat up line or doing something stupid in public, it was nothing sexual at all.

Ed was six feet two with a fit muscular physique, really good looking, with an air of confidence about him, girls just fell at his feet. I was quite skinny five foot nine, very fit but with a more athletic build, but in contrast to Ed, I was boyish looking and quite shy.    

We were both into girls and he’d been instrumental in getting me laid my first and many other times since, so I definitely felt I was in his debt Though in truth  girls didn’t really do much for me and I secretly had gay fantasies about our mate Phil’s younger brother, nobody else just him, his name was Paul, he was 18 and quite mature for his age but at the same time very boyish, there was something about him, and the way he looked at me gave me butterflies in my stomach, I just wanted to drop to my knees and suck him off every time I saw him, but being Phil’s younger brother and them living in the same flat nothing ever happened, but god I really wanted it to.

I had spent the whole night trying to keep my eyes off him. There was a moment earlier in the evening when we were alone in the toilets together and our eyes met and we stood face to face, so close I could feel his breath, his innocence was obvious as both of us stood frozen to the spot, I came so close to dragging him into a cubicle, really close, but I forced myself to stop before anything happened, but it left me shaking and I had to calm myself for a while outside, but when I went back into the club I the only one who noticed was Phil, but I just said that I felt a bit sick and got some air and he didn’t question it.  

But for all that I had never even thought about it with Ed not even for one second.  

We got to Ed’s flat and as usual at that time I rolled up a spliff. Ed busied himself in the kitchen making some coffee and while he sorted that out, I put the music on, he had a multi CD player and I just pressed play, I remember the first CD to play was AC/DC Back In Black. As the he brought two mugs of coffee over he said “do you fancy some Charlie?” I rarely did it, it was too expensive but I wasn’t going to refuse it. He returned to the kitchen and immediately returned with a small mirror with 4 lines he’d already done on it, so we did a couple of lines each. It was a really hot night and we stripped off to our boxers, which was nothing unusual, (I was glad to get my ripped trousers of) and just dropped into a giant bean bag he had on the floor to listen to the music.

Almost straight away he jumped on me and got me in a neck hold, we started grappling on the floor and after a few minutes I managed to pin him down, I was on top of him looking straight into his eyes, my long hair hanging over his face; do you submit I said and started laughing, the cheeky bastard jokingly said “you’re really pretty aren’t you” he always used to rib me about my ‘girly long hair’ and with that he found the strength to push me off, we carried on for a while when suddenly he got the better of me and was sitting on my chest with my arms pinned to the spare bed, it was just a mattress on the floor in the corner and we had ended up on it.

Now it was him laughing. I struggled hard, but as much as I tried I couldn’t get free, we were both sweating and he had a really manly smell as he leaned over my face holding my wrists. I looked up at his smooth muscled chest and perfect six pack above me and for a moment I thought Mmmm……….

It had got quite rough and at some point his boxers had ‘somehow’ come off and as he sat high on my chest his balls were resting on my neck and his cock was touching the right side of my face, I tried to tell him but he wasn’t listening, laughing as he held me in that position for a minute or so before asking if I was going to submit.

He looked down, but he barely reacted at all and just said “oh dear” and just gazed straight into my eyes saying “submit to me, come on submit to me” (with hindsight those words were a clue) and after one last try to get free “ok I submit” I said in a slightly breathless voice, thinking I didn’t really have much choice, but he didn’t break his gaze which made me a little uneasy. Then without moving he gradually relaxed his grip on my arms, then as he slowly sat up he just looked at me with what I can only describe as an evil grin.

My heart started to race then pound hard as I watched mesmerised as his cock got bigger and bigger directly above my face, it was enormous and I became extremely nervous as I realised what was about to happen. I think I was too nervous to stop him, but a big part of me didn’t want to, but with him sitting on me the reality was, I powerless to do anything.

It was said that he was hung like a horse and an animal in the bedroom. I had just found out the former was true, as for the latter, well I’d heard it when we’d taken girls back, and I knew I was about to find out for myself!

Without any words being spoken Ed grabbed his now huge erect cock and pointed it directly at my smooth boyish face, I was so nervous I felt sick, but didn’t want to stop and with his other hand now cradling the back of my head he moved slowly backward and forward his legs straddling my chest, his cock rubbing back and forth on my chin, we were so sweaty he was just sliding back and forth with ease.

As he moved back and forth a drop of precum appeared on the end of his cock and each time he moved forward the drop got a little bigger, then he stopped and before it had chance to drip off he rubbed it onto my lips. I froze, my heart was beating like a jack hammer as quite involuntarily my quivering mouth opened to take him; then in a soft husky voice he just said “good girl.” I physically shook with fear and all I could do was think of Paul as he moved forward and slowly slid that huge thick throbbing cock into my virgin mouth.

My lips slowly enveloped his pulsating member, and as he started moving in and out; I picked up on the fitting lyrics of the song playing “Don’t you struggle, Don’t you fight, Don’t you worry, ‘Cause it’s your turn tonight” those words rang in my ears while for the next 15 minutes or so he gently made love to my mouth.

I started to enjoy it and I really liked the feel of his cock in my mouth. As he slowly slid in and out he was saying on his breath “ah you sexy little cock sucker.” I fancied it a ‘little bit’ rougher, so I gestured to him and he pulled out, I had relaxed a lot but was still very nervous.

I don’t know why I said what I did, but as I looked up at him, his huge cock standing up in front of my face, I just couldn’t get my words out and I started talking in a high girly voice, and the only legible words that came out were “fuck my mouth.” With that he jumped to his feet, and in a husky voice said “I love it when you talk like that.” I was studying drama at college and had played female parts and sometimes spoke like that when we were out because it made people laugh, but my words had just come out in that voice through nervousness.

Now his tone became quite menacing “get up on your knees you fucking girly bitch” he said in a way that totally asserted his authority over me and told me I was his girl for the night, and in that moment it made me feel helpless but weirdly feminine and in a strange way I quite liked it.

As I clamoured up to my knees he leaned back against the wall and stood naked in front of me, I must admit he looked absolutely gorgeous, and he smelt really good, I could see why the girls liked him, with his 90s designer stubble and dark skin he was stunning, he had a beautiful smooth muscular body and his massive erect circumcised cock looked so inviting as it glistened in the low light, yeah I fancied him alright!

I reached up feeling his tight muscled chest, then leaned in to lick his balls and kiss and lick his long, thick shaft, with him saying “that’s my girl” then in his husky voice he said “suck it hard you sexy bitch” I wasted no time and just took it back into my mouth and greedily started sucking on it. In that moment I imagined I was with Paul, but before I could take that thought any further Ed grabbed my hair pulling my head down and shoved that long thick cock right to the back of my throat making me gag almost violently, but despite my flailing arms hitting him he just kept going.

After a what seemed like ages I stopped gagging and any fear I had totally subsided and I started to really get into it, he was totally in charge that was for sure, and tonight I was his, but I was getting turned on by it and just went along with it.

I discovered as his balls pressed against my chin that I could comfortably do deepthroat and the thought not to mention the feeling of that huge cock all the way down my throat drove me wild, I was now up for anything, and as he pulled out. I looked up licking my lips and curling my tongue inviting his cock back in. He grabbed the back of my head tightly and he started to fuck my throat hard, the feeling and sound of his soaking wet balls slapping on my chin was really making me hot, he carried on doing this for a couple of minutes. Suddenly he started gasping and shuddering. I got nervous as I knew what was about to happen. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and grabbed it with his right hand, just at that moment his body started to convulse and a jet of hot semen shot out with huge force, spraying all over my face, almost instantly he shoved it back into my mouth and continued to ejaculate.  Any thoughts of Paul had completely disappeared, it was the dirtiest, sexiest thing I’d ever experienced, I loved the taste, I loved the texture, it felt so good; my head was buzzing as I swallowed it down, Ed was amazing and it felt really good as he squeezed out the last drops of cum and rubbed his cock all over my face.

I looked up at him telling him in my best girly voice how much I loved his cum in my mouth, he just smiled, then before I knew what was happening I was pulled up and led over to the big old table on the other side of the room. I didn’t need to be told and as I bent over the table my sweat soaked boxers were almost frantically ripped off. His hands feeling and gripping my bottom, as his raspy voice told me he was going to fuck my brains out and “you’re going to love it like the dirty little girl you are” I replied in a very girlish voice “tonight I’m ‘your’ dirty little girl and I’ll do whatever you want” I he seemed to be really turned on by this role play.

This really wasn’t how I’d imagined my first time gay sex would be, I’d imagined it with Paul, how we would seduce each other and gaze into each other’s eyes as he we made love, but here I was laying across Ed’s table, gazing at yesterday’s paper pretending to be a girl, and about to be opened up by his massive weapon. But he seemed to really get off on my girly voice so I just went for it and started to tell him what a beautiful body he had and how I wanted his cock inside me. He was visibly excited, this role-play thing was working!

The next thing I know, a pair of black fishnet stockings landed on the table beside me “put them on bitch” he said “thirtainly thir” I said in my girly voice” then got up, sat on the edge of the table and gently pulled them on before standing up again.

To the left of the table the wall was covered in mirror tiles I must admit I felt really sexy and my long slender legs looked good in them and as I turned sideways I could see my slim body with my long hair hanging down, I really did look like hot girl.

He just stared at me and said “you look so fucking sexy,” that made me smile, and he said “you really are pretty when you smile,” this time those words made me blush & I felt very girly.

Then I sat on the edge of the table and crossed my legs and while one hand covered my boy bits, I rubbed my chest and tummy with the other and in my girly voice I said “I want to be the dirtiest girl you’ve ever had, you can do whatever you want to me” then stood up wiggling my bottom at him before dutifully bending back over the table.

He told me to stretch my arms out in front of me, this seemed a little strange until he walked round and produced a pair of handcuffs from the drawer in the table, I tried to protest but he said “you said I can do whatever I want, now be a good girl” and he cuffed my wrists, and as Dark Side Of The Moon started on the stereo he secured the cuffs by a chain that clipped under the table.

I’d never felt so vulnerable and a new wave of fear came over me, there was no doubt this excited him, but he was now behind me and completely out of view.

Suddenly I felt a burning on my ass cheeks and I realised he was whipping me with a cane; it hurt like hell but at the same time excited me.

One hand started to rub my tender bottom as he drizzled what smelt like baby oil all over my back, it tickled as it ran down between my bottom cheeks. It felt really nice as his fingers followed it down, rubbing it into my little bottom hole, and as I lay tied to the table his hands slid up my back, then round to my chest & he squeezed my nipples, then with a firm hold his hands squeezed my waist before gripping my hips.

I felt him rubbing his big cock between my ass cheeks and he leaned forward and whispered in my ear “you’re completely mine now” and I suddenly felt the pressure of his cock trying to enter me.

Then I felt a sharp pain and gasped out loud, almost screaming as my body yielded to the pressure as he forced his way inside me, it hurt like nothing else and I couldn’t even move, but luckily for me he went extremely gently and the pain gradually subsided as he slowly went in and out of me gradually going deeper slapping my ass as he did it.

Once he was all the way inside me he quickened the pace a bit which was really nice, he had gathered my hair into a pony tail and was pulling on it, gradually getting quicker and more forceful, the slapping noise as our wet bodies collided sounded like a metronome, with each of his thrusts harmonising into melody with my moans and gasps, it went on like this for quite a while and I was loving it.

Looking at the mirror to my left it was like I was watching a live porn show with a long haired, long legged girl in fishnets, tied up, her head pulled up by her hair, being fucked hard from behind by a very fit muscled guy, it was difficult to believe it was me, but as I watched his thick cock go in and out, it was a mind-blowing turn on.

Then suddenly with his cock deep inside me he stopped, like the needle had suddenly been lifted off a record, the stop button had been pressed, he had stalled the engine. His voice darkened, he was suddenly like a different person. He leaned over me pulling my hair hard and said “I bet your thinking of Phil’s brother aren’t you,” I gasped nervously “what do you mean,” he said “I know; I’ve seen the way you look at each other, and you were in the toilet for ages” “I wasn’t” I replied, then he barked “you fucked him didn’t you;” I whispered “honestly I didn’t” and he just said “I knew it” and pulled out, there was a silence as I realised he fancied Paul too and was jealous.

I thought he’d finished and asked him in my normal voice to release me so I could get up, but before I could say any more he switched back to how he’d been before, only with an increased level of intensity and as he thrust into me again I instantly forgot about what had just happened and became his girl again. He was now much more forceful, pulling my hair hard as he thrust into me, god his cock felt good inside me.

Then after a few minutes he stopped again and without speaking he walked round and released the handcuffs I said in my girly voice “oooh are you releasing me,” “you’ll see” he said. It was nice to be able to move, but I was really enjoying being fucked like that.

As he walked back round to me I started to stand up, but before I got up straight he spun me round and pushed me down saying “on your knees you dirty little whore, I haven’t finished yet.”

As my knees hit the floor he rubbed his cock all over my face, I didn’t even think about it as he gripped my head and rammed it back into my mouth and shook my head back and forth, it felt so dirty, but so fucking hot as he just used my mouth for his pleasure.

As he released my head and pulled out of my mouth I stood back up, thinking I was going to be bent over the table again but he stopped and walked and got a beer, then again handed me the small mirror with a line of coke on it, I sniffed it up and it hit me almost immediately and I wanted more sex.

He walked back towards me and expecting to be bent back over the table I turned ready to bend over, but he span me round and pushed me backwards so I lay on the table then lifted my legs up so they rested on his shoulders “you really are a dirty slut aren’t you, tell me what you want now;” “fuck my pussy” I said in my girly voice. He became like a man possessed and with his arms wrapped tightly round my legs he just said “I’m going to fuck your brains out you slutty little whore” then with quite some force rammed back into me causing a little scream to exit my mouth, then proceeded to fuck me as hard and fast as he possibly could, calling me a dirty slut between his breaths. I looked up and the sight of my fishnet covered legs and his body thrusting into me was almost too much and the feeling of being his whore and having his big thick cock ploughing its way deep inside me was mind blowing.

He pounded me so hard I went into a dream, it was like I was the cheapest whore just doing it for the pleasure. I don’t know how long it had lasted, but I snapped back to reality as he orgasmed inside me, all I knew was a different album was playing.

He pulled out and stumbled back to the bed dripping with sweat and lay on his back gasping. Almost unbelievably his cock was still hard and my eyes were again transfixed on it.

I had forgotten I was wearing stockings until I caught sight of myself in the mirror, my legs really did look good in stockings and as I again covered my boy bits. I walked back to the bed putting one foot in front of the other like a catwalk model, I really did look sexy and it obviously pleased Ed too.

I gently got on top of him and as his cock sliped back inside me it was just sheer pleasure and the first time I’d had any control, it was also the first time I’d really seen his face and watching it as I rode his cock in my fishnets was a picture, I felt so lucky he’d chosen me and I got lost in my thoughts as I rode his beautiful cock for ages to the beat of the music.

Then as earlier I was brought back into focus as he started to gasp and shake like he’d done the first time, but this time I could see his face and as he got really vocal he absolutely exploded deep inside me I could feel his cock pulsate as he pumped his seed into me.

I leaned forward to kiss him but he wouldn’t let me. I eased myself off and slid down and licked the sweat from his chest and started to kiss my way down, he was breathing really hard and he whispered “oh my god, you filthy fucking slut” as he watched me lick his cock and suck the last bit of juice from him.

As his body relaxed he just lay back not saying anything, I lay beside him and he just dozed off, he was soon sound asleep.

As I lay there totally awake I started to think about what had happened, I got quite panicky & I needed to get out, so I just got up, quickly put my clothes on apart from my boxers which I couldn’t find and quietly left just before 7am.

As I started the 30 minute walk home I realised to my horror what a state I was in and I began to really take in what had happened, he had made me feel so cheap but at the same time so sexy, he’d used me like I was a cheap sex doll, but I’d loved it and I had a mixture of fear, shame and utter excitement in that order.

I walked home across the fields, I couldn’t go the road way, I was terrified someone would see me; my hair was completely matted, I had marks on my wrists from the handcuffs, I had dried sperm and my own juices all over my face and the two huge loads he’d pumped inside me were starting to leak out. I had no boxers on, my shirt was filthy and I was still wearing fishnet stockings, the right one on full show due to the rip in my trousers; on top of all this I stank of gay sex, baby oil and sweat, hardly my Sunday best!

As I walked across the long wheat field that lead to the back of my home, my flapping trouser leg started to really annoy me, so I ripped it off and discarded it.

I was still living at my parents at the time and was terrified they’d be up as I crept in through the back garden, I don’t think I could have gone on living if they’d seen me like that, luckily there was nobody up and it was all quiet, what a relief. I crept into the dark hallway and very slowly climbed the stairs. Halfway up the stairs there was a couple of steps that creaked & I was trying desperately not to make any noise, and as I got to the top of the stairs I breathed a huge sigh of relief, I’d made it, my room was only a few feet away and I smiled as I took the last few steps. Suddenly there was a bright light to my left, a door swung open and my twin sister, half asleep came out of her room, and almost walked into me, she absolutely jumped out of her skin, then there was one of those moments as we kept getting in each other’s way as I tried to pass and for a moment we stood face to face. Then there was total silence and all I could hear was my heart beating as my sister, now wide awake looked me up and down, then stood motionless, watching intently as a torrent of Ed’s semen ran down the inside of my right leg glistening in the light from her room as it ran over the bumpy surface of the fishnet. A knowing grin appeared on her face and she said “oh my fucking god; shit, I don’t need to ask what you’ve been doing, do I” I just said “please just don’t” and I ran into the shower shaking with fear that my sister would tell everyone.

After my shower I ran to my room, locked the door and just collapsed on my bed gazing at the ceiling thinking about everything that had happened. One thing I knew for sure, a new chapter in my life had started and I was definitely no longer a virgin in the gay sense, I loved cock and I wanted more, much more!

Although I really fancied Paul, Ed was the one I wanted now I couldn’t stop thinking of him standing naked in front of me and how I much I fancied him, and the thought of watching him fuck me in the mirror made me really hard, I think I was in love.

I drifted off into a deep sleep and woke at 4pm. My parents were out and I showered again and went down to the kitchen to get some food.

I stood shaking absolutely frozen to the spot as my sister entered the room. Her first words were “you smell better than you did earlier;” there was an extremely awkward silence as she looked at me with a big grin on her face. I didn’t know what to say and as I stuttered on my words she laughingly said “I always thought you were gay, but the stockings were a surprise;” “It wasn’t what it looked like, I can explain” I gasped out loud, “I’m listening” she said, but I couldn’t bring myself to say anything.

“I thought Ed was totally straight” she said as my heart missed several beats, somehow she’d found out that I’d gone home with Ed, I had no choice but to admit what we’d done, and just spilled it all out.

She didn’t seem to be bothered that I’d had gay sex; it seemed all she really wanted to know, was his cock as big as her friend Mel said it was and how the hell I’d taken it up my ass. I told her all about it in detail, how long it was, how thick it was how he’d fucked me for hours, and how at one point I’d had it all the way down my throat with his balls slapping my chin and that I had swallowed his cum but I left out the bit about me acting like a girl, she probably guessed the rest. My god she said, “you’re a right dirty little slut aren’t you” – “that’s exactly what he said” I replied, we both had a good laugh and that really broke the ice.

She promised she wouldn’t say anything to anyone, I had no choice but to trust her; quite fortunately I had something on her, I knew she was shagging a married, close family friend over double her age, so I was pretty sure she’d keep my secret.

She went out, and as the door closed she popped her head round and said “oi, gay boy” and blew me a kiss, I shouted”BITCH” as the door closed.

I sat contemplating what to do as I hadn’t heard from Ed. My mind was made up as my parents arrived back about 7pm, I just said hi and left quickly before they even spoke.

I drove round to Ed’s and even though I was sore and ached all over I wanted to start where we’d left off, I really wanted his cock in my mouth again, I wanted to taste his cum again, I wanted him inside me and I really wanted to kiss him.

Ed’s door was unlocked and I opened it somewhat excitedly. As I went in Ed was sitting slumped on the table his head in his hands, he didn’t even look up so I went over to see if he was ok, I put my arm round him but he didn’t move or say anything, so I got down on my knees and did the girly voice again “you’re little whore is back, I’ve come to suck your cock” He suddenly jumped up and shouted “you fucking dirty little faggot” this took me completely by surprise and he proceeded to blame me for everything, telling me he was straight and that I’d taken advantage of him, I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, I pointed out that he’d started it by pinning me down and putting his cock in my mouth, but he wouldn’t have it, he seemed to think that somehow I’d made him do it, I tried in vain to tell him if anything the opposite was true, I tried to talk sensibly about it and how I’d gone along with the role-play to please him but no way could I get through. I slapped my hand on the table and said “so I made you fuck me twice over this table last night and I made you cum in my mouth and up my ass did I” then he said if I ever told anyone he’d kill me. It nearly came to a fist fight when I jokingly said “I suppose fuck’s out of the question then” then he started saying he’d tell Phil I was fucking his brother, with that I just said “fuck you” and a few other things and walked out slamming the door behind me.

I was absolutely devastated, I felt used and abused and sick to my stomach. I jumped in my old car, the tyres screeching on the road as I sped away and just drove.

I was really upset and as the tears ran down my face and my vision blurred I had to stop in a field entrance. I sat crying and as I looked out over the hills I felt ashamed that I’d let it happen and couldn’t help thinking he’d planned it, I felt dirty. I sat there for hours just mulling it over before I just wanted to go home.

As I drove into the driveway of my parent’s house at 2am my sister ran out and jumped in my car and said “just drive.” She’d been really worried about me; (this was in the days before everyone had a mobile phone and there was no way to contact me) I just drove round to the same spot I had stopped at earlier. I burst into tears as I told her what had happened and she hugged me as I cried on her shoulder, it was the first time I realised that my sister really cared about me.

Although I loved my sister, we didn’t get on that well, but she was really there for me that night, she didn’t judge me, she was brilliant & without her support I don’t know what I would have done.

For the next few days I was very nervous that details of it would get out or Ed would say something to Phil, but if anyone did know it didn’t get back to me.

I heard Ed ‘mysteriously’ moved away the next week.

Paul went off to university and although we promised to keep in touch I never saw either of them again.

I never told anyone else about it and tried to go back to a straight life and although I had absolutely no regrets about having gay sex, the way it happened, losing a very good friend and his reaction to what happened between us left a bitter taste in my mouth. (Excuse the pun) It really had a bad effect on me and my sex life, although I had quite a few relationships with girls they were all disastrous and apart from giving blowjobs to strangers I’d pick up in gay clubs between girlfriends I could never let it go any further and I never had full on gay sex again.

Fast forward 9 years……….

I had a sales job with an electronics company that made CNC machinery and was working about 350 miles from my home and was staying at a hotel.

It was about 8pm on a Friday evening and I was having a snack and a drink in the bar thinking I might go to a gay club when I saw someone out of the corner of my eye and was gripped by a strange fear, oh my god it was Ed and who should be with him but Paul, I tried to hide myself, but Ed saw me and came straight over, he was quite out of shape, a bit of a gut, balding and looked quite old; I had kept myself very fit and if I say so myself looked 20 years younger than him. Before I could speak Ed launched into a grovelling apology and said that he was very immature then and lots had changed and he had come out as gay and was so sorry for everything, he said I was the best sex partner he’d ever had and how he’d always regretted he hadn’t carried it on the next day and regretted that he’d treated me the way he had and that we hadn’t kissed and that I hadn’t made love to him, which although it sounds weird, I had never thought about it. He went on to say it was only meant to be a blowjob, he fancied me & admitted he took advantage, but me being so willing and up for it, my long hair and especially the girly voice, he’d got completely carried away realising his fantasies “the drugs.” He said.  He went on to say how he still thought about me and desperately wished he could turn back the clock. I was quite cold with him, and just said “well you well and truly fucked it up didn’t you” he replied “words cannot express how sorry I am” I looked him straight in the eyes and said “it’s all in the past, let’s leave it there eh” I sniggered to myself that he’d almost begged for forgiveness, gone was the super confident, sexy 25 year old I remembered. He stuttered; “I wanted to contact you” I replied “well why didn’t you then” He stuttered “your sister” – “what about her” I replied & he started to explain.

It turned out that my sister and John the 40 year old she was seeing had paid him a visit and threatened if he ever contacted me again they’d kill him, john wasn’t a bloke to be messed with and knew a lot of dodgy people and Ed had been so frightened he left. All these years and I never knew, I grinned at him and stopped that conversation right there.

Just then Paul who had been speaking to someone at the bar, realised who Ed was talking to and shouted “Al” and came running over, oh my god he was even more sexy than he was before, no longer a 19 year old boy but a super fit stunning 27 year old man, my heart was thumping, I was completely lost for words as he looked at me the way he did years before, I could have sucked him off right there in front of everyone.

Ed put his arm round Paul’s shoulder and said “we’re on our first date;” I tried not to show it but I must admit I was insanely jealous as all my fantasies of Paul came flooding back.

As we all sat round the table the conversation turned to old times and Paul and me got right into it. For a while I forgot Ed was there, but he obviously realised there was still chemistry between Paul and me as he tried hard to get in on the conversation, Paul explained he had been left some money and after university had bought a house nearby and the hotel had a good bar.

We ended up having a few drinks and Paul was looking at me the whole time and I couldn’t keep my eyes off him, it felt like we were the only two people in the room. My focus was broken by Ed making a big thing about going to the toilet and how he’d get the next round when he got back. He was barely out of sight when I grabbed Paul’s hand and blurted out how much I fancied him years before and he just looked into my eyes and just uttered “ditto” and I knew at that moment all my long held fantasies were about to come true.

We didn’t even wait for Ed to come back, I grabbed his hand and we made a beeline for the lift. As soon as the doors closed we kissed passionately, I almost went down on him there and then.

My room was only a short distance from the lift and we almost ran, straight away Paul kissed me, and we almost ripped each other’s shirts off, my hand quickly found his cock and I wasted no time releasing it from his jeans, it was much bigger than I had imagined, nearly as big as Ed’s and was uncircumcised, and I could feel he had really big balls, they felt lovely in my hand and I gently squeezed them as he kissed me.

I couldn’t wait any longer, I just dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth, gazing up at him as his gorgeous cock slid deep into my throat, it was a beautiful moment I had waited a long time for and his gasps as I greedily sucked him made me feel so sexy, I looked up into his eyes licking my lips and whispered “I really want you to cum in my mouth” he just smiled and said “certainly sir.” We gazed into each other’s eyes as I licked his cock then slowly slid it all the way down my throat until his gorgeous balls pressed against my chin, he gasped out loud “oh my god I’ve never been deepthroated before” this excited me to fever pitch and I pulled back and looking up at him I once again said “fuck my mouth” but this time it was concise, deliberate and I meant it. He did a beautiful job, not too hard, not too fast and the feel of his big heavy balls banging against my chin was mind blowing. He didn’t last long before I felt his body start to tense and shudder as he gasped “I’m cumming” while it would’ve been nice to have him cum directly down my throat I wanted to taste it so eased back so his cock was in my mouth, suddenly he absolutely erupted; my mouth instantly filling with his thick delicious sticky juice, I’d never had so much sperm in my mouth before and some of it ran down my chin and out of the sides of my mouth as I struggled to swallow it, then he started rubbing his cock on my face moving the sperm that was on my chin and face into my mouth, that was so hot. I felt so warm and sexy as he squeezed the last drops onto my tongue as he whispered “I think I love you.”  

I told him how I’d wanted to do that every time I saw him since he was a teenager; he told me he’d always wanted that too.

As I got back up we kissed again and he whispered “my turn” and he led me to the bed and lay me down and started biting and licking my nipples as he worked his way down, as his tongue touched the end of my cock I almost cum but managed to stop myself, the feeling of his tongue and lips around my cock was unbelievable, I got lost in the moment as he pleasured me like no one had ever done before, I managed to gasp that I wanted to suck him at the same time so he turned round and with his legs straddling my face his cock slid back into my mouth, as mine slid back into his.

The look of his tight bottom above my face was beautiful, I just had to lick it, so I pulled myself up put my face between his cheeks and pushed my tongue into him; he stopped sucking me and rubbed himself gently on my face, shuddering as I rimmed his ass, then he leaned forward and continued to suck me again, I felt like I was going to cum so I whispered and he stopped and said “not yet” then he climbed off me, turned round and sat on my stomach, looked into my eyes and said something that almost blew my mind – “I want you inside me” before I could respond he, as if by magic he had a bottle of lube and was rubbing it on my cock, then after leaning forward to kiss me he got up on his knees, his hand behind him rubbing my cock, he started to lower himself, and with his hand holding my cock tightly he guided me into him.

I’d never been inside a man before and this was almost too much, but he went very slowly, it felt beautiful as I slid deep inside him. He started to move up and down, it was heaven, I pulled him down towards me and we kissed as I took over the motions, it was pure love making. I didn’t last as long as I wanted, I couldn’t stop myself, I suddenly exploded into him and he kissed me with a passion like I’d never known before and looked me in the eyes and whispered “I want you” all I could say was “I’m yours.”

Paul got up for a moment and walked across the room, when he returned he put his hand between my legs and sensually rubbed some sweet smelling lube around my ass, I gasped out loud as his fingers one by one entered me, then as he got back on top of me, I wrapped my legs round him as he kissed me. Then my biggest fantasy came true. I felt the pressure of Pauls cock and he gazed straight into my eyes as his beautiful thick cock entered me and moved slowly inside me with us face to face, this was only the second time I’d had a man inside me and this time it was everything I’d ever imagined. After a few minutes Paul motioned me into a doggy position and gently re entered me, I started saying “fuck me,” “fuck me hard” and gradually he started really really pounding me, but it was pure pleasure, he kept this up for ages, he was amazing.

I wanted to see his face again so I got him to lay on his back so I could get on top, he slid easily back into me and I rode his cock and gazed back into his eyes going slow, going fast it was just beautiful. Then came the moment I had dreamed of; we kissed passionately and as he emptied his seed inside me; my brain almost exploded, this was everything I ever dreamed of I didn’t want it to end.

I sat there trembling for a minute, I could feel he was still hard, so I slowly rode his cock for a while,  god he was sexy, I just had to do it, I leaned forward and kissed him and as he slid out of me I turned, his cock was still hard and glistening wet with my juices, I couldn’t help it, I leaned forward and took his beautiful cock back into my mouth, he gasped out loud and almost instantly he again filled my mouth with his delicious cum as he gasped “fuck nobody’s ever done that before” that moment was so charged it was unbelievable.  

As we both lay back I felt fantastic, he started telling me how he’d fallen in love with me when he was a teenager but had kept it to himself all these years.

We lay there in each other’s arms just looking at each other for an hour or so. We were both a bit sweaty so I suggested we have a shower, when I said it I meant separately, but Paul followed me in the shower room, both of our cocks were fully erect as he closed the door of the shower cubicle, but  this time he got on his knees and sucked me; seeing my cock going in and out of his mouth as the warm water of the shower rained on us was absolutely mind blowing, I didn’t want it to stop, but he got up and said in the most sexy voice (please make love to me) and after kissing him I turned him round and dropped to my knees spreading his ass cheeks I feverishly licked his cute ass. He moaned softly as the splashing water made me so horny.

I stood up and put an arm round his chest kissing his neck his hand gripped my cock and guided me to his waiting ass, I eased into him and we slowly made love, it was so fucking hot, it must have lasted an hour.

We dried ourselves off and lay on the bed, he told me how he’d realised he was gay when he was 16 and really fancied me. I told him how I had fantasised about him at the same time, if only we’d just gone for it then. He said his brother Phil always thought I might be gay and we should get together, but he was too scared to ask and Phil wasn’t 100% sure, “shit I thought Phil would kill me if I’d made a move on you” I said.

Paul reminded me of that night in the toilets nine years earlier and how he wanted me to just drag him in the cubicle and fuck him, and I said I had exactly the same thought. It turned out that Phil had also thought we’d had sex in the toilets that night as Paul had gone out the club by a different door and only returned to the club a minute before me.

I was a bit saddened that I hadn’t just gone for it and what a shame we hadn’t caught up outside, how different my life could’ve been, but we were very young then and it probably wouldn’t have lasted and if I’d had sex with Paul that night I would never have had that life changing experience with Ed and probably wouldn’t be here now. And as we lay silently in each other’s arms I realised fate had brought us together this day and I hadn’t made the same mistake.

Suddenly I remembered something “what about Ed, and your first date” I said, Paul explained that he didn’t really like him and they’d just met up in the hotel bar for a drink after Ed had contacted him on the internet “hardly a date.” I must admit I laughed to myself thinking of Ed’s face as he came back from the toilet. And the words ‘revenge is a dish best served cold’ echoed in my head.

I’ve never spoken or had any contact with Ed since.

15 years have passed………….

I went back to Pauls house the next day and never left, we still fuck like newlyweds and we’ve had sex in almost every conceivable way, and we’ve introduced a quite a few others into our sex life over the years.

I did tell Paul every detail of my night with Ed and we’ve had a fantastic time over the years acting it out with many guys. Our role-play has become a big part of our lives. We’ve had threesomes, foursomes even orgies, many of these are stories in their own right.

But for everything that’s happened, it still feels special when he looks into my eyes……