Right people, pull up a chair and grab some nibbles, this may take a while. I've recently had messages from a few people asking if I'd repost this after such a long time as it took ages to find it again.... The following is all true and to the best of my memory, accurate. My first experience of any naughtiness with some one of my own sex was with a man when we were living abroad, dad was in the army and it was before I went to boarding school. I was caught by our landlord masturbating to porn mags I had found in his office. But that's another story and one I shouldn't put on here, I was way too young then. Boarding school was an eye opener and the beginning of a rather mixed sex life as you can probably imagine, all sorts went on with the boys and with the girls from down the road at their school. My story now is from the days after I left and we'd returned to the UK. I was still young, had long hair and on this day was wearing jeans and a tee shirt. It was a Sunday, I'd gone to a car show with friends and it was a beautiful summers day. The show was a long walk from the train station through the countryside, winding lanes, small hump back bridges, fields smelling of cowshit etc. As soon as we got there it started to rain and boy did it chuck it down. An hour later and I'd had enough. Soaked to the skin I headed back to the station on my own and the rain was relentless. It was late summer so still warm and humid. Many cars passed me but none stopped, had I been a driver I don't think I would have either, no way was I going to let a soaking wet, steaming youth in my car! Anyway, after an hour and a half I finally got to the station to find it locked with no sign of anyone. I didn't have enough money on me for a bus, if there was one, and certainly not for a cab. I trudged my weary way back towards the main road to a phone box, (no such thing as mobiles in those days-pure science fiction) and put my last 10 pence in the slot and dialled my parents. No answer. Typical, mum was always one to get dad to take her for a ride out on a Sunday to god knows where and today was no different. To top off a bad day, I put the receiver back on the hook and waited for my 10p to drop. Nothing. Now I'm totally pissed off, miles from home, piss wet through and being a Sunday in a very quiet rural location, not many passing cars. It was still raining but had eased somewhat but being already soaked to the skin I stood outside the box and any car that passed I waved at and stuck my thumb out, universally understood to be the sign for a lift. No chance, noses in the air, every one of them passed by and eventually I just gave up and sat on the wall, wondering what the hell I was going to do to get home. It must have been at least an hour later or so it seemed when a BMW slowly drove by heading in my direction, the driver looked at me but carried on. He looked about 60, silver hair, wearing a blue polo shirt and I could see he was wearing a large silver faced watch. Funny what you can take in and remember from a fleeting moment. Anyway, 10 minutes later, the car returned and slowed to a stop right beside me. The guy opened his window and asked me if I needed help. 'Not if your heading that way sir, I live 12 miles that way' I said, pointing in the opposite direction, the one from which he had just come. (yes, polite, I may have looked like a hippy but I was a decent sort and brought up well). 'Not to worry' he said, 'you look like you need to get in the warm, (being wet, the breeze, as warm as it was, was beginning to make me shiver after being out in it for so long), I live just down the road, I can see you're soaked and you'll catch your death if you stay like that for much longer, we can get you dried off and I'll drop you off home afterwards. Are you hungry?' Well, that was pure music to my ears so I said thanks and got in. I had thumbed lifts many times before and had no fear, nothing had ever happened and it always ended up well, being dropped off exactly where the lift said they would, without incident. 'Sorry about wetting your seat' I said, 'Not to worry, it'll dry' he replied and off we went. We had a bit of a chat on the way, he asked me what I'd been doing sat outside in the pouring rain and I told him. Again he said 'we'll soon have you dried off' and gently patted my knee. Such a kind man and at this point, I had assumed by 'we', he meant himself and his wife. We arrived at a large house set behind a walled perimeter with a drive leading up to a big front door, nice lawns to both sides and lots of bushes. Money. And plenty of it by the look of it. We got out and he opened the door and asked me inside. Once the door was closed he said, 'If you wouldn't mind, you can take your trousers and top off here, save getting the place wet...I'll get you a towel. Don't worry, there's no-one else here, I live on my own' and off he went, not giving me much time to respond. Having been brought up in a boarding school it wasn't out of the ordinary to be told what to do and to be half naked around others so did as I was told, grateful of the help he was offering and looking forward to something to eat, I was starving. He returned with the towel but stood in the doorway to a room off the hallway and beckoned me to join him. I was leaving wet footprints behind me on his wooden floor and as I got inside the room, a large warm living room, he looked down at my feet and said, 'you might as well take those socks off and those pants, you're really soaked right through aren't you?' and held the towel up just out of my reach. Again, not one to be impolite and as so far he had been nothing but kind to me in my situation, I did as told but turned away from him when I pulled my pants down, for decencies sake. 'Here you are' he said and thinking he was behind me I turned to take the towel from him but he wasn't where I thought he was. He had taken the time it took for me to fully undress to take a seat in a big armchair. He still had the towel held up but was also fiddling with a pack of cigarettes on a side table so wasn't actually looking at me, or so I thought. I padded across to him and he looked up and dropped his hands into his lap with a look of surprise and a smile on his face. 'My, aren't you a good looking boy' he said 'long hair hanging all wet over your shoulders, a nice smooth body and, whats this? Do you shave?' He was staring openly at my genitals. I was a late developer as far as sprouting pubic hair, it was always a source of embarrassment to me in the school showers and still after one year of leaving school, there was still just a wisp of hair. It was only a week before when having a bath I saw my dads razor on the side of the basin and I wondered what it would be like to shave, as lads do, but I had no facial hair just my small wisp so off it went. It looked very nice I must admit and felt lovely and smooth but not having had a girlfriend or knowing Id not be stripping off for any occasion, I thought nothing of it and had forgot. I stopped in my tracks, not quite knowing what to do and of course this allowed him to get a good, closer view as I had obviously got closer to him. I remember then feeling a little bit shy but also and quite unnervingly, feeling excited at him staring at me. I had, as I told you already, had some experiences as a younger youth at school and bells started to ring! I was about to put my hands over myself when he again lifted the towel up and I moved nearer to take it from him. His other arm came up and he put it around my waist without warning and pulled me to him, at the same time, starting to rub the towel over my right thigh then picking up the loose end with his other hand and working the towel up and down my leg, front and back, drying me off. It happened so quickly that it seemed ok to just let him do it, especially as it appeared he was actually concentrating on the job in hand. Very quickly, he changed legs and this time, his left arm was between my legs and as he rubbed higher he very gently and often, nudged my genitals with his up and down movement. Having completed that, he told me to turn around which I did. It hadn't escaped either his or my attention, that I was becoming hard and as I was about to again place my hand over my embarrassment, even though I now had my back to him, he beat me to it with the towel and 'dried' my growing stiffness and balls whilst at the same time, patting and rubbing my bum dry. He gently pushed me forward and got up out of the chair and rubbed my back with some vigour, then turned me around to face him and dried my chest, then threw the towel over my head and rubbed away at my hair, taking his time doing it and again with some vigour, causing my now solid cock to bounce around in front of him with all the movement he was creating. I didn't bother to try and hide it any more, I liked the feel of it bouncing around and by now had guessed he wasn't going to 'attack' me, just the opposite in fact, I mean, I just knew this wasn't exactly right and guessed he did too and besides, I'm sure I could see he too was getting a little excited by now. He obviously didn't appear to be bothered by my being naked and wasn't being overly sexual towards me, he was just 'drying me off'. Once he had finished, I expected him to hand me the towel to cover up but no, he walked away with it in his hands, picked up my socks and pants, went to the hall and gathered my jeans and tee, wiping the water up with the towel, leaving me stood starkers in his living room and said he'll pop them all on the radiator and what would I like to eat? 'What do you have' I asked but his reply was lost in the emptiness of his large house, I couldn't get what he was saying so gingerly and with some excitement, I followed his voice into the kitchen, feeling very conscious of my nakedness but sporting a solid hard on. I suddenly felt very embarrassed on entering the kitchen and used my hand to try and cover myself. He was getting some butter out of the fridge and placed it on the kitchen table along with some bread and peanut butter. He pulled a chair out and sat down then waved me over patting the seat next to him and at the same time pushing the seat away from him so I had to go round to his side, saying I should dig in. As I drew the chair out from under the table he gently grabbed my arm and pulled me to him, making me loose balance temporarily and landing square on his lap. It was so obvious what was to come and yes, I was now wholeheartedly looking forward to it, my cock pulsing away, standing straight up as I sat there on him and now leaking precum copiously. 'Go on then lad, dig in' he said and I did, at the same time, feeling his arms around my waist, slowly caressing the tops of my thighs, his hands making their way up ever so slowly to my hard cock and BINGO! thumb rolling over and around the tip of my cock, sliding my precum all over the end then gently pushing a finger between the head and under my foreskin, rolling his finger round and round in circles, all the while I'm pretending to concentrate on spreading the bread with butter until I could take no more, then leaning back into his chest allowing my hips to straighten out and make my cock appear to get bigger and he wrapped his hand around me and slowly and deliciously milked me for all he was worth. I came, shooting cum all over his fingers and my legs and he carried on rolling his hand all over the end of my cock, making me buck really hard with the sensitivity of it and shrieking like a little girl, grinding my bum into his lap, feeling his now unmistakably solid cock under my bum and absolutely loving every second of it. Sheer heaven! After my orgasm had subsided he got me to stand up and unbuckling his trousers and pulling both them and his pants down and asked if it would be alright to sit in his lap again while he was undressed like that. It was then I saw for the first time that he too, was as bald in the cock department as I was and I returned to his lap, his hot cock pressed against my bum. I wiggled around and eventually felt his cock slide right underneath me and poke out from below, nudging the back of my balls. I placed my hand on his cock and did the same for him as he had done for me, running my finger inside his foreskin and after a while he pushed me forward a bit and I felt him nudge my hole. It was electrifying and the precum now leaking from him had completely wetted the entrance and ever so slowly and with great care, he slid into me, just the head at first but god did it feel good! I wanted more and after becoming used to him being in me, we helped each other to set up a rhythm, eventually I was bouncing away on his cock for all I was worth, his hands grabbing me gently on either side of my hips and I felt him explode into my bum. I was amazed, excited and very pleased with myself for making this nice kind and gentle man, cum in me. My bum had a hot glow to it for seemingly ages, very nice! Afterwards we had a shower together, I was getting used to being soaked! and he asked me to suck him which I did and he returned the favour. True to his word, he gave me a lift near to my house but not before we stopped the car and dived into some bushes alongside a railway line and winding our way through the overgrown siding into a deserted and dilapidated workmans hut I knew of for more playtime, stripping off completely in the now dry warm evening air with the smell of freshly watered grass and trees and the occasional shooosh of a car passing by down on the road below us. I'd never before felt so excited and sexually aware as I did then, letting him enter me for the second time that day, only this time, out in the open air while I was leaning on the window ledge looking out into the surrounding undergrowth. If only the car drivers knew what we were up to just feet away..... I did see him on many occasions after that for a couple of years until I moved into the city for work, by now I had turned twenty and found a girlfriend, thus putting an end to my gay sex life. For a while. To this day though, I still have a very soft spot and preference for an older gentleman, it's how I've learned to have sex with guys from all those years ago, starting as a young boy.