of events that took place decades ago, and led to some of the most enjoyable encounters of my life.
My parents owned a frozen food shop. Although they didn’t work there they regularly got me to put a shift in at weekends and especially during the long summer breaks from college. The shop shared an entrance with a shoe repair/key cutting sort of business run by a friendly, funny guy called Alan. Late 40’s, blonde, slim and about 5’8”.
Although they were separate businesses they shared a huge room out back where our walk in freezer was situated and Alan had his main work station. As a large part of my job was sorting out bulk deliveries into individual portions I spent many hours in that back room, and got to know Alan really well. He was really good company and I think he liked spending time with me.
I didn’t know much about his personal life. Occasionally there would be another bloke there with him called John. Again quite a short chap, but almost the opposite of Alan. Stocky, black hair and moustache and hairy arms. Unlike Alan’s broad Nottingham accent John had quite a posh, cultured voice, and I later found out he was from a well to do family who had sent him to very good boarding schools.
Although not there that often John was also friendly and, as he didn’t seem to do much other than serve the odd customer, he spent most of the time in the back room chatting to me. I have already written about my early gay experiences, so at this point I was not a virgin, but had very little idea about the wider LGB world, and zero experience of dating. I didn’t get the impression that John was flirting with me, but he seemed to punctuate conversations with touching, patting my shoulders, arms and occasionally face, which seemed odd at the time.
I assumed they were business partners as I recall my mother mentioning Alan’s wife, but one day I was packing away with our shop manager as Alan and John locked up and walked to their car. The manager, who was a pleasant inoffensive sort, watched them go and muttered “fucking poofs”. I wasn’t sure I heard him correctly so said “what was that?” He repeated his comment, adding “a pair of benders. Fucking disgusting. You want to watch yourself around them.”
I was a bit slow on the uptake and said “but Alan’s married, isn’t he?”. “Nah,” was the reply “he got rid of her when he met that”.
Apart from being shocked by my first exposure to such blatant homophobia, I also felt a thrill of excitement at finding not one but two older gay men almost on my doorstep. In those pre internet and mobile phone days my greatest frustration was not knowing how to find other men who might be interested in me, so resolved to try and take advantage.
Over that long hot summer I carried on chatting to them both, but tried to add in a bit of inexpert flirting of my own. Alan didn’t seem to notice but John definitely picked up on something, and became more tactile until one day he was standing next to me with on hand on my shoulder. I stood up and turned for something and his hand slid across my chest coming to rest with his fingers on one nipple. Mine have always been quite erect and I love them being played with, so his touch through the thin material of my vest top was like electric, and I let out a little involuntary gasp of pleasure.
Time seemed to stop, and all I could hear was the pounding of blood in my ears as John went silent, staring at his hand. Without a word he carefully pulled the neck of my top down to expose my now very erect nipple. My mouth had gone dry and I think I was even trembling a little as Johns finger traced the shape of the areola, then tweaked the nipple between thumb and finger.
This was too much for me and I let out a low groan. With terrible timing the lock of the door rattled and we teleported several feet away from each other just before the manager walked in to ask me to bring a load of produce through.
It was a couple of hours later that John and I found ourselves in the back room alone, with an awkward silence hanging over us. I was sat at the bagging table whilst he stood near the freezer door. He eventually spoke, saying “you’re a good looking lad, I bet you get a lot of attention from girls and…” it was clear to even naive old me what he was wanting to hear. “And boys? Yes, I’ve had more fun with them than girls.” I replied with what I hoped was a sexy smile.
Johns eyes widened slightly and he took a step closer. “What about men?” He asked with a slight wobble in his voice. My heart was now pounding and pushing the blood to my groin, leaving me with a diamond hard cock hidden away under the table. “Yes” I told him “men as well, and they are definitely the best…so far”.
He took another step forward, and now I could see that he was, perhaps unconsciously, squeezing himself through his trousers. I took this as my queue to stand up and, as I was just wearing a loose pair of thin shorts my sizable erection made a very obvious distended tent. John groaned again and licked his lips in excitement. I was so turned on that i didn’t give a thought to the risk of being caught, instead quickly pulling the front of my shorts down to let my rock hard meat spring out.
I have a few pics on my profile so you will have a good idea of the view John got, and he seemed to appreciate it, judging from the way he clutched his chest and muttered “oh fuck” several times. It was probably 5 seconds but felt like minutes as I stood there exposing myself before common sense prevailed and I covered up and sat down.
Alan chose that moment to come in and ask John to cover the shop whilst he searched for something in the stock. I was still nursing my hard on and now horny as hell. The adrenaline pumping through me was making me tremble, and I seriously considered standing and exposing myself to Alan to see what reaction I got, but common sense prevailed.
Just before we closed John found me alone, and in a low voice asked me if I was working the next day. I told him I didn’t have to, and he suggested that I took the day off to come round to his place, so we could spend some time alone. I was stunned at this rapid development, but managed to say yes please.
He agreed that I would get my usual bus into work, but get off two stops early where he would be waiting. The next morning it all went to plan, and as we drove the 15mins or so to his house we chatted as he took the occasional opportunity to explore inside my shorts.
We arrived at his house and, once through the door, he locked it behind me, threw the keys on a side table and pounced on me! I was much taller than him but he pulled my head down and rammed his tongue in my mouth before I even knew what was happening. My god he loved to kiss, and the wetter and sloppier the better. If his tongue was not in my mouth it was licking my cheeks, chin, ears, even my armpits!
I was pressed hard against the front door, and the force of Johns assault was making it rattle and bang like an old drum. I could not have cared less though, as I was loving every moment and trying to kiss him back as hard as I could.
When we eventually broke off we were both panting hard, our faces glistening with each other’s saliva. I had never been kissed like that before and I wanted more. Somewhere along the line my shorts had come off and gone flying, so my rampant wet cock had been making spider trails over johns clothes as we wrestled.
He suddenly dropped to his knees and took my cock in his mouth. There was no delicate preamble, just him swallowing the head and working up and down the shaft, getting further every time until he had the whole length buried up to the back of his throat. This was like nothing I had experienced before and, other than hanging onto the door frame to stop me falling down, could only gasp moan and beg for more.
At one point John’s hand found my balls and, after stroking them, he gave them a squeeze and pulled. It sent shockwaves of pain and pleasure through my body, making me twitch and shout out. John stopped to apologise, as he didn’t mean to hurt me. I told him honestly that it had hurt and had been a bit of a shock, but that I liked it and didn’t want him to stop.
That was all he needed to hear, and recommenced his deep throating with ball torture to our mutual pleasure. All too soon though I felt the rush of an oncoming orgasm, and in moments flooded John’s mouth with my seed. He did not hesitate to suck and swallow my load, slurping noisily as he milked me dry then cleaned me up.
The intense pleasure and excitement was now replaced with an “oh no, was that it?” We had only been inside for 10mins and he hadn't even undone his shirt! Luckily he was in no rush, so led me by the hand to the living room where he poured us a couple of lemonades.
At his request I took off my top, so I was totally naked as we sat close together on a couch and chatted. Before he sat down John turned on the TV and loaded a videotape into the first machine of its type I had seen. The picture quality was rubbish and by modern standards the screen was tiny, but the gay gangbang it showed certainly got my attention! It was hard core and, as the scene seemed to involve a group of men using an Initially unwilling participant revealed, aligned with one of my earliest sexual fantasies. He told me that these were not legal in the UK, so he had to get them imported through a contact.
As the porn played John wanted to know about my experiences and as I told him he listened, gently stroking my bare skin. Inevitably as I described more and more of my exploits to date whilst sneaking glances at the ever more extreme goings on onscreen we both became excited and soon I was nursing another rock hard erection. (Remember those days?)
John’s hand wrapped around my swollen flesh as he pulled me in for more kissing. Less violent than before, but still forceful and with so, so much deep, wet tongue. Eventually we took this to the bedroom, and from the pictures around the room it was clear that he and Alan were partners. I didn’t get much chance to take in the decor though as I was quickly pushed onto the bed whilst John quickly stripped and joined me.
I got just enough time to note that he was stocky going on chubby, with dark hair covering his chest and stomach, extending down to the dense forest of his groin. I was a little taken aback to see that, although he was clearly turned on and erect, his cock was only about 4”, the smallest I had ever seen.
None of this mattered though as he was soon wrapped around me, his lips tongue and hands exploring every inch of me. He kissed and licked my feet, my armpits (again) thighs, neck. Flipped me over to kiss from the back of my neck down to my feet, then parted my arse cheeks to put that monstrous tongue to good use.
Each action was interspersed with him coming back to my mouth for more deep kissing. After what seemed like an age John manoeuvred us round so that we were spooning, and my throbbing dick was rubbing up and down his arse crack. Each time it touched his puckered hole he let out a gasp and a twitch which encouraged me to linger longer.
Soon we changed positions again and, after a moment to apply lube to us both, John positioned himself on his back with cushions under him to offer me the perfect angle of attack. As the head of my cock penetrated him john tensed and started to take quick breaths, but as I started to gently thrust into him a little deeper each time he began to moan and groan.
I had my hands on his knees holding him wide so that I could get as much of my length into him, and once buried deep I started to fuck him. His moans became shouted cries for more as the pounding increased. The bed was shaking, the headboard hammering against the wall and both of us making an ungodly racket. I have no idea if the attached house had anyone home, but if so the noises must have been deafening!
Eventually matters reached an inevitable conclusion, and after pumping him full of my second load of the day we lay on the bed together, panting, exhausted and soaked in sweat. John got up for a shower and I went after him. Having thoroughly cleaning myself I wandered, still naked, back downstairs to find John also nude on the sofa. He had set out some fruits and opened a bottle of wine, so as we nibbled and drank we chatted more.
This time I wanted to know about him. He was obviously much older than me and had been gay for as long as he could remember. He told me a few tales about boarding which made me wish my parents had been wealthy, about being gay whilst it was still a crime, and his life up to his current life with Alan.
He was absolutely fascinating, a great storyteller with so many tales. It was obvious that he had been very active on and behind the scenes, and although in his 50s still knew every gay bar, club and meeting place, and explained in delicious detail just what went on there.
Lunch over he tidied away whilst I sat in the living room. Whilst I was waiting I went over and turned the video back on and watched the latter stages of the orgy. Just as John walked in someone on screen dribbled a long stream of saliva into another blokes mouth. My kinky urges regarding spitting and saliva had always been bubbling under the surface, and the sight of this for real made me involuntarily moan “oh yes”.
John chuckled and said I was obviously a kinky boy, judging by how much I enjoyed his sloppy kisses, but it was time to get me home before Alan arrived. I told him that there was a bit of a problem with this plan though, and stood up to reveal that I was once again hard and still as horny as hell. As John sat down on the sofa and moistened his lips, he shook his head and asked himself “what on earth have I got myself into?”.
