Blond muso mate

Back in the early 1980s I’d been working at a government office in Western Australia and as a young gay activist had been interviewed on TV once or twice so people at work knew the score.

I got to know a colleague in my section who was some years younger than me and played in a band. Let’s call him Dave.

I went along to hear his band perform at a pub one Sunday afternoon, and he was looking hot as he strutted round the stage with his guitar. He was my height but broader across the shoulders with shaggy blonde hair, and he exuded sex appeal by the bucket-load.

Not long afterwards he invited me to dinner with his girlfriend at their flat in South Perth and we had a pleasant evening conversing about things that interested us.

After dinner one night some weeks later, Dave showed up at my flat, alone, and suggested we have a few drinks. I’d already had a couple but we polished off a couple more then Dave told me he was 95% into women and 5% into men. He confided that he had once messed around with the (male) lead singer in his band. I was completely surprised by this revelation.

Dave then asked me if he could try sucking my cock. I was a bit stunned by the idea that this gorgeous hunk wanted to go down on me, but was more than happy for him to try. We both stripped off and got down on the sofa so he could suck me for a while.

I’m reasonably well-sized down below, quite a bit bigger than Dave’s equipment, but I was about to find out size ain’t everything.

Although I like to be versatile, Dave’s hot muscular body made me want to bottom, so I told him, “Since you’ve got a hard-on why don’t you use it on me?”. He didn’t hesitate, just flipped my legs back over my shoulders and plugged straight into my rear end. It didn’t hurt because his cock was not over-big and I was horny as hell and wanting it.

He gripped my sides with both hands and began hammering into me. I had been screwed plenty of times before, but this was the best fucking I had ever experienced. He rammed me like a wild man and I was in heaven. Eventually Dave emptied his load inside me and collapsed on top of me, dozing off for a few minutes as I ran my fingers over his neck and shoulders gently caressing him.

Dave then suggested we shower together and he soaped and rinsed my body in a totally natural and relaxed manner, with no sign of any angst or regret about what we’d just done. We dressed and he went home, and I headed to my own bed.

The next morning when I got into the shower I realised I had bruises on both sides of my ribs, where Dave’s hands had been gripping while he fucked me on the sofa the previous night. I was kind of disappointed when those bruises faded away a few days later!

Over the next couple of years we got together occasionally. We never fucked again, but I got to swallow his load a few times and I loved the feel of his hot spunk filling my mouth and throat.

Dave moved overseas eventually and found love with a woman, but we kept in touch by mail. I still have a photo of him as a hot young muso dude in his twenties. Happy memories.