The following Wednesday, we were walking the dog when it came over dark, and we were caught in a thunderstorm. We hurried home, but were drenched. Ted put the kettle on for tea, and gave me a dressing gown to put on. I peeled my sodden clothes off, slipped the gown on, and huddled by the fire. Ted then suggested we have a bath together, giving my dick an instant reaction. My clothes were draped over an airer in front of the fire, and we went to the bathroom. The only time I'd shared a bath was with my brother in preschool days. I had a feeling this would be a whole lot better. Once in the bath, we kissed and cuddled, giving us both erections. We soaped each other all over, and then he asked me to lick his bottom. "Yes, that's it, force your tongue into my hole". His breathing increased, "Now get it really soapy and push a finger or two in", "Yes, you can fuck me now". He held his cheeks apart, and I knelt up. I was surprised how easily it slipped in, but I guessed I wasn't the first, and I'm only about 6". Nature took over, as though my body instinctively knew what to do. I tried not to rush it, as it felt amazing. Ted wanked himself and told me to fuck harder. My orgasm was approaching and I tried to warn him, but jet after jet sprayed his insides. I carried on pumping until strings of his semen floated away in the water. We kissed and dried each other, put our gowns on, and went back to the warmth of the living room. I phoned my mother to tell her I was drying off at a friend's. We sat on the sofa, arms round each other, watching telly. "You're gonna make a great fuck", he complimented. My cock was already rising again. I opened my gown and said, "This is what you do to me". He said he wasn't ready to go again, but loves watching me jerk. I duly obliged. I was now convinced I was a versatile gay boy, and I loved it.
That night, lying in bed, I replayed the scenario back in my mind. Ted's hole winking at me, penetrating him, my first fuck, spraying inside him. I retrieved my wank pants from the back of the drawer and soaked them again. When to tell my parents?
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The following week, I was in the shop at closing time, hoping for some action. Ted slipped a magazine to me, and told me to come to his house later, as he had a surprise for me. I went home, and flicked through the hot new mag, but decided it could wait as I was sure Ted had something good for me.
I arrived about 8.00. Ted kissed me and gave my balls a squeeze. Sat on the sofa was another man I vaguely recognised. "You may know Mr. Williams, Bob, from the haberdashery store. We've been lovers on and off for years. He'd love to get intimate with you. You can use my bed, I'll just watch". We made our way to the bedroom. Bob looked a little older than Ted, but I trusted them. Ted leaned against the chest of drawers, as Bob and I made out. I was like putty in his hands, and pretty soon we were undressing one another. He wore loose boxers and a very fat cock was poking through the fly hole. I knelt and cock worshipped, running my tongue up the veiny shaft and swallowing what I could. We finished stripping and fell on the bed. Ted had dropped his pants and was idly stroking himself. Bob had hair everywhere, apart from his ball bag, which was shaved, making it lovely to kiss and lick. We worked our way into a sixty-nine. With my bum in the air, winking at Ted, he rimmed me and poked a couple of fingers in (so much for just watching). I turned around and straddled him, easing myself down on the beer can knob. It took a minute to get used to, then I rode him. We rolled over, and he held my ankles and mounted me, then changed again, and he did me doggy. His voice became laboured and I felt his cock spasm as he filled me. He softened and dropped out, cum running down mt leg. I thought that was it, but Ted took his place, plowing hard. I wanked. A second load was dumped in me as I shot over the duvet. Wow! That was amazing", I said as I got my breath back. "No, you're amazing", cooed Ted, and we all kissed. "Next time, I'm gonna fuck you both", as I kissed them goodbye. I think my wank pants are going to take another hammering, and I've a new book to pore over. Happy days.
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I had a dilemma. Homosexuality had only recently been decriminalised for the over-21s. I had some way to go. I decided to tell Mum, Dad would go mad. I didn't tell her I was already having regular sex with older men, she would be horrified.
I went to see Ted at the shop. Even though it was only at 6 pm, he locked up. In the back room, I fell into his arms and we kissed like young lovers. He dropped his trousers and Y-fronts and sat on the desk. I took my time, cradling his balls and licking his crown, while slipping out of my jeans. He pulled himself further back on the desk, and I climbed on and impaled myself. Leaning over to kiss him, he began thrusting upward. I began riding, making the strokes longer, each time feeling his wiry pubes hit my balls. By arching back a little, he hit the spot, and I dribbled precum. "I'm getting close", he whispered hoarsely. I fist pumped my cock and we came together. Climbing off, his spunk ran down my leg.
Once we had tidied up, I explained my situation. "Well, I have a confession, you're not the only young man I've been seeing, though you are my favourite. Perhaps I could put you in touch with some boys of your own age, you may fall in love. In the meantime, Bob and I love your body". My eyes lit up. Who knows, I may get the best of both worlds.
A week or so later, I visited Ted at his house. Sat on the sofa was a gorgeous young man. Pete was 20, very muscular, with shiny blue eyes. I could see by the way he looked at me, there was an instant attraction. "Can Pete and I walk Mixie?" I asked Ted. "Of course you can, go and enjoy yourselves". As soon as we were alone, we held hands and chatted as if we'd known each other for years. He was an apprentice bricklayer. We stopped in the woods and had our first kiss. Pete said Ted wanted to watch us have sex, if I was up for it. I popped a boner and headed back. Indoors, Ted had stripped to his underwear and was obviously excited. We went to the bedroom. Pete was very sensual, kissing every part of my body as I was undressed. Lying me on the bed, he kissed and licked me all over, while stripping himself. His body was beautiful, rippling abs and defined pecs. His dick was about 7" and uncut (which was unusual back then), and fat. We climbed on the bed. Knowing Ted was watching, we put on a show, making out this way and that. When we were in a sixty-nine, Pete had his butt in the air, winking at Ted. It was 20 minutes before I was rolled over. Pete pushed my feet right over beside my head and rimmed me. Then, standing on the bed, he positioned himself and penetrated. I groaned. Ted had his dick out of the side of his briefs, idly playing with himself. Pete kept pulling right out, spitting on my hole, and plowing back in. He turned me over and did me doggy, then lay on his back, so I could sit on him. Ted came round the side of us as I bucked up and down, tossing. By now, I was so worked up that I fired jets onto Pete's face. Ted moved closer and put more spunk onto Pete's face. I climbed off and blew him. He produced so much cum that it dribbled down my chin.
We recovered and dressed. Ted said we were welcome to meet anytime here, as long as he could watch. It seemed to me he was as happy to watch and wank, as he was to fuck. Pete and I skipped away, hand in hand, arranging to meet again at the weekend.
