Memories

Chapter 1

I lived with my parents in a Victorian house in the west London suburb of Ealing W13. On the first floor at the back of the house was my parents bedroom to which was attached a wooden balcony. My mother would put me out on the balcony on a fine day with my toys so that she could get on with the house work without hindrance. On a particularly fine day as I was looking down onto our neighbour’s garden, there emerged two young guys with deck chairs. They quickly took their shirts off and sat in the chairs to sunbathe. I was transfixed. Looking back, I would imagine that they were both in their early twenties and had slim defined physiques. I obviously didn’t understand the feelings that I was experiencing but this image is still as vivid today as it was all those years ago (circa 1950). This experience proves to me that you are either born ‘straight’ or ‘gay’ and it has little or nothing to do with your upbringing.

My next memory of feeling attracted to another boy, was when I was around 7. We had moved from London down to a small village called Falmer in Sussex. I attended the village school and was particularly drawn to a boy in my class who had lots of fine blond hair on his forearms. I’m sure that he must have grown up into a real hairy lad.

Alas my father lost his job and so we moved back to London – this time Wimbledon Park SW19. As a small boy I suffered from acute asthma and at age 11 I had to be admitted to St Hellier Hospital in Sutton for observation. I shared a ward with three other boys (all older than me), the one had a broken leg and was in traction. I would sit next to his bed and chat. One day he brought the subject round to sex and asked if I wanked, I said no. He then asked if I would like to watch him wank? I quickly said yes, not really knowing what to expect. He told me to close the curtains around his bed and he began. He was about 14 and had defined abs which I found such a turn-on. He came all over is tummy. I was hooked and went back to my own bed to play with my hard-on.

I failed my 11+ exam and so was shipped off to a Secondary Modern school, this was where my sexual encounters really took off!. As schools weren’t prepared for the influx of ‘baby boomers’ we were often squashed 50 in a classroom designed for 25. This meant that we had to share desks. It had the great advantage that one could grope your neighbour without the teacher seeing. At the back row of the class there was always a competition of who had the biggest cock and who could cum without the teacher noticing. We would then use blotting paper to mop up the spunk.

I befriended a tall redhead called Roger whose parents both worked, so after school we would go to his house to wank. Roger as with so many redheads had a beautiful big uncut cock and his favourite thing to do was to pull his foreskin over his knob as he was about to cum. This was such a turn-on for me, as he would then slowly pull his foreskin back and expose his creamy cock mmmm. We then recruited two other like-minded boys – David and Rodney. I’ve always loved cum and my favourite was to lie between Roger and David with Rodney straddling my legs. They would then toss themselves off and cum all over me – I was in seventh heaven. I’ve always been fascinated about the amount of sperm some boys can produce and David who was a short skinny lad could cum in gallons – very much a BIG turn-on.

Chapter 2

I was at home alone one night when the doorbell rang – upon answering it I was surprised to see a boy from my class. Although we knew each other, we weren’t really friends. He asked if he could come in, so I said yes, rather intrigued as to why he had come round. We sat on my bed and then he asked if we could have some sexual fun – it seemed that my exploits had gotten around. Gordon was one of those sickening guys that started shaving at age 15, he was tall and had a beautiful bod. He said that he didn’t want to get undressed as he was worried that my parents might come back, so he put his cock through my trouser flies lay on top of me and rubbed himself up and down until he came. I then did the same to him. After we had finished he pulled his shirt up to wipe my cum off his stomach, this exposed a fine rope of dark hair that wove its way up from his groin. I nearly shot another load. This encounter became a regular event. He loved being tied to the bed posts, spread-eagled with a pillow under his ass so his torso was stretched out and his cock fully exposed. He had a plaited leather whip and he begged me to whip his chest, stomach and cock. At first I was rather put-off and was scared I was going to hurt him but after a few sessions I really got into it. He would then cum hands free. I would jump on top of him and rub my cock in his cum on his 6-pack until I also came.

Our relationship extended to way after our school years and we ended up being best men at both his and my weddings. Although we were both married this didn’t stop us having fun. One night our respective wives went off to the Laundromat, so we were soon naked and Gordon wanted me to fuck him. Just as we were getting going we heard the garden gate creak. I have never got dressed so quickly in all my life. The Laundromat had closed early.

Gordon and his wife moved to Oxfordshire and invited us to visit for the weekend. Gordon had an Austin-Healy Sprite parked in the garage, so whilst the girls were making lunch Gordon suggested that we take a look at his new car. We were busy having a lovely time on the bonnet of his car when suddenly the garage door swung up and there were our two wives standing there – what’s a guy to say in a situation like that – not a lot! This event preDICKtably ended in divorce.

Chapter 3

Homosexuality was still a criminal offence back then and although I knew deep in my being that I was gay, I conformed with a lot of parent and peer pressure and got married for the second time to a South African - as a good friend once quipped ‘He didn’t think it could be that bad, so he tried it again’. After siring three great kids I finally told my wife that I was gay and needed to move out of the family home. This ended up in a messy and expensive divorce with me keeping the clothes on my back and very little else. During this time I met a young guy called Andre. We just clicked and he quickly moved in with me in my rented house in Cape Town. Being in his twenties he really could relate to my three kids (18, 16 and 12) and he helped me to become closer to them and them with me. Time heals most things and my ex and I are now good friends and my offspring have all accepted that their Dad is gay.

Chapter 4

I wasn’t very good at picking up guys and so when Gaydar was launched it literally changed my life. I’ve met a good cross section of gay men on the site and had some fun times but I did despair to ever having to meet Mr Right, then one day I got a message from a guy called Pieter, I messaged him back and we met the next evening. I have a penchant for younger slim or defined guys and Pieter met my total criteria. He was a bottom and I a top so we were fully compatible from the start. We just had great sex and had a good relationship outside of the bedroom.

Things had improved for me financially and I had bought a lovely Victorian house in Woodstock, Cape Town and a beach house 60kms up the West Coast at a private nature reserve called Grotto Bay. Pieter and I spent many wonderful weekends there fucking ourselves silly – but then the unexpected and maybe inevitable happened. One Saturday evening whilst we were watching telly there was a knock on the door and there stood a 20 something blond, blue-eyed boy with blue jeans and a white T-shirt.

He asked if he could come and visit – I was a little flustered and didn’t know quite what to say. When I had finally found my voice I told him that it wasn’t convenient. He said that he had been told to come and visit me by a gay couple that lived just up the road (the only gays in the village). I finally got rid of him but Pieter was very suspicious and wanted to know who he was and what he wanted. Although I knew nothing about my mysterious visitor, I felt guilty and embarrassed.

For the next week I just couldn’t get this blond boy out of my mind and hoped that he would come knocking again. I rushed up the coast the next Friday and sure enough Blondie came knocking again. This time I invited him in and before I knew what was happening he had my cock out, spat in his hand, lubed me up and promptly sat on my dick. After I had recovered somewhat I took him to the bedroom and fucked him silly. Now as I said previously, I have a weakness for cum and this boy shot an enormous creamy load all over his abs. I bent down and licked it all up. This sent me over the edge and I shot my load deep in his cute ass.

Once we had recovered somewhat, he told me his name was Werner and that he lived on the estate with his Mom and her boyfriend. He told me that he was straight and had a girlfriend but that he really liked to be fucked. I asked how he had discovered that and he said that when he was just 14 he had got drunk and had been fucked by an older friend.

I’ve always been fascinated with the power of ‘man scent’ and how when one is sexually attracted to another, it’s that magical scent that makes it an ‘out of the ordinary’ experience. Werner has the sexiest of sexy smells, after I’ve had a couple of fingers in his sweet ass and even after I’ve washed them, I can still smell that ‘man scent’ for hours.

Strangely Pieter said to me that I would have a blond visitor 2 weeks before Werner arrived on my doorstep. He knew that I was hiding something from him and finally confronted me – we parted which was very sad, but I also knew that I would never have had the strength of will to rebut Werner’s advances.

I’ve been fucking this boy, who has now grown into an even more attractive man for the past 22 years. Werno is now 44 and I’m 78, he truly is the sexiest fuck I’ve ever had. He still fucks girls (lucky girls), but I think that I’ve been able to turn him from a ‘straight’ boy with a penchant for a cock up his ass into a truly bi-sexual man.

Over the years I’ve managed to entice him to enact some more slightly kinky sexual acts. The latest being for him to straddle my cock and whilst riding it, he strokes his cock and when ready he shoots one of his enormous loads in my mouth. I then put him on his back with his cute ass in the air and drop his load into his sweet ass, making sure it’s has all gone in deep. I then fuck him again until he shoots a second load over his abs – this is such a turn-on for me.

All I can say is that I must have done something good during my lifetime (or a previous one) to deserve this much pleasure!