In my previous stories I detailed how we met and how things progressed to the point where we met for the first time.

I had thought that I was straight and was living with my then girlfriend who I had been with for a few years. We were having plenty sex as you do at that age but I was becoming more and more intrigued at the thought of having fun with guys.

I was in my early 20s at that time and my only prior experience was giving an older guy a blow job in his car one night when I’d had a few drinks. It was all very horny and  was over in a few minutes but left me wanting more.

The guy I was talking to was a good 25-30 years older than me and would openly describe himself as perverted and dominant, which was a huge turn on but deep down I always kind of knew I was playing a dangerous game but I couldn’t help myself.

During our first meeting he had been very  dominant with me and had instructed me with very specific details on what he wanted from me.

He was telling me exactly how he wanted me to suck him, making sure I paid attention to his balls while he was spanking me and playing with my ass, becoming more and more excited before he forced my head down on to his dick and shot his cum in my mouth and making me swallow it.

I had never really done anything like this before but I did  my best to follow all his instructions. I think he sensed that I would do what he wanted and allow him to be in control.

The regularity of his messaging increased and was messaging me several times per day and wanting to speak on the phone most nights, which meant staying up late until our female partners had gone to bed.

The tone of the communication also changed and he was becoming more and more dirty with me, telling me what he wanted to do to me, telling me things that turned him on and suggesting risky places where we could meet.

This went on for a number of weeks and I was becoming more and more turned on by this guy and knew that I would have to meet him again.

As I mentioned before, it was difficult for us both to find time when we were both free but knew that eventually we would find a time that suited us both, but in the meantime the dirty texts and phone calls would need to suffice.

We managed to arrange another couple of car meets over the next few weeks to satisfy his needs, which were very horny, albeit quick.

The first time was in a large car park next to some local sports pitches. The second meet was at another car park near some woods, that were local to him, which were very popular for dog walkers, joggers and the like.

Both were incredibly risky place to meet and anyone could have walked past at any time and seen what was happening. He knew I was uncomfortable meeting in both these places but that seemed to turn him on more.

On both these occasions he would get a little bit more pervy and more demanding.

Looking back, I guess he was seeing how far he could push things.

He was spanking me more and harder than before and was also being more rough while his fingers probed my virgin ass.

At one point I remember complaining about him being too rough but was told to shut up and had my head forced down all the way on his cock making me gag. He was letting me know who was in charge and I accepted that I would need to do what he wanted.

On both occasions I was forced to take his cum in my mouth and was made to swallow what he had given me. Once he was done, he would leave me there, hard and unsatisfied as he got in his car and drive off.

He had become more and more demanding and dominant with me and was telling me how he wanted more than just a quick blow job. He was telling me that he wanted to fuck me, to let me know what it really felt like to be used by a dirty old man.

I really wasn’t sure about this and let him know that I had reservations about it and that I was happy with how things were, which didn’t go down well with him. I was told that he was in charge and he would do what he wanted otherwise we would stop meeting.

He cut down on the communication, the calls stopped and the only time I heard from him was when he would text to tell me what he wanted from me which was to take my anal virginity.

He flat out told me that if I wanted to meet him again then that’s what would happen and told me that we needed to find somewhere safer than the car.

I really didn’t want this, I was happy with how things were, but I also knew he had this sort of hold over me.  I was confused however as deep down I knew I was eager to please this pervy older guy and be controlled by him.

This went on for a few weeks, he wouldn’t respond to my messages or requests to chat, it was almost as if he was cutting me off. I guess he knew what he was doing, asserting his dominance over me and making sure he got what he wanted.

I was thinking about him more and more, I really wanted to meet him again but I wasn’t sure I was up for what he wanted.

The thought of being fucked turned me on but at the same time it terrified me but I knew that if I wanted to meet him again then that’s what would happen.

My girlfriend was due to be away in a couple of weeks for a hen weekend for one of her friends upcoming marriages.

I knew I would have the place to myself for a couple of nights but was still unsure about allowing myself to be fucked. I also knew it was incredibly risky to invite him to my house but I felt powerless to stop it.

I knew i wanted him to use me again and I knew that for that to happen, I’d need submit to his every demand.

I thought about this over and over, assessing the risks of having him over to the house and what he wanted to do to me. Every time I would think about it , I’d get hard and turned on by the thought of it but something in the back of my mind was saying No, this is a step too far.

The days went by and the weekend got closer and I still wasn’t sure what to do. I knew I should probably walk away from this and say enough is enough but this guy got me so horny and I knew deep down I wanted him to use me again.

He still wasn’t engaging in any conversation with me, as if I was only there for his pleasure and if I wasn’t prepared to do what he wanted then he wanted nothing to do with me.

It got to the Thursday, my girlfriend had started packing to go away the next day, the realisation kicking in that I’d be on my own from Friday morning until Sunday afternoon.

We went to bed early and fucked, knowing that we wouldn’t have the opportunity for a few days. Afterwards she said she needed to sleep as she was up and away early the next day. I told her I wasn’t tired and was gonna go downstairs and watch tv for a bit.

I went downstairs and waited a while for her to fall asleep, I took out my phone and typed up a very short message, something along the lines of “GF away for weekend, have place to myself” but I was still reluctant to send it.

I kept looking at it, still unsure wether to send it or not but my ever hardening cock told me the answer and I clicked the send button.