When my old car broke down nine years ago I was desperate to get it fixed. The following weekend I was supposed to be driving a girl I'd fancied for ages, down to a hotel in a coastal resort for a dirty weekend of sex and fun.
With no choice seemingly, I accepted what the garage owner said, knowing my father resented me buying the car in the first place. Over the next four evenings I walked the three miles to his garage and waited for him to finish his days work. In his back office he had me strip naked and then had me suck on his massive cock until it was rock hard and leaking pre cum. Bending me over his desk the first evening, he drove his cock up my virgin arse. It hurt so much I very nearly passed out, but I stayed conscious and eventually the pain turned to a growing feeling of total joy. I'd not even noticed that my own cock had grown and before he shot his hot sticky load up my arse, I came all over his grubby oil stained desk.

The following night there was no pain as I mounted his cock. He'd sat in his blackened leather office chair and told me to sit on his cock, after I'd sucked on it for ages. He took hold of my dick and tossed me off as I rose and fell on his wonderful dick. Again I came first, then felt his cum flood my bowels as he pumped his sperm into me.
The last two evenings he drove me over to his house. What a complete difference. Not a speck of dirt anywhere and it was furnished with expensive furniture and all the latest technology and entertainment.
Taking a bath with him in a massive tub, we both washed before he had me suck on hs cock. Then more slowly than he'd fucked me before, he screwed my arsehole from behind and reached round to toss me off. He didn't cum, nor did I as we moved out of the tub and into a huge and very plush bedroom. Over the next hour I did things sexually I'd never even heard of, but soon learned to love. Eventually he fucked me standing up as I looked out of his enormous bedroom window, overlooking the hills.

I didn't go to the garage the next night, I took the taxi he sent and joined him for a full night of sex. It was I have to say, the best night of my life sexually and I found myself wanting and needing him to fuck me over and over again. Eating breakfast with him the next morning, I was shocked to see a very pretty older woman walk casually into the kitchen and kiss him like a wife would. It was his wife and she'd been home all along knowing he was fucking me.
She aid hello and asked me if I'd had a good time. I answered truthfully to which she said "Good, maybe you could keep my husband happy for some time then". Kissing him again with genuine love, she left us to our breakfast.
I did go on the weekend with the girl, and we did have a great time. I didn't however drive my old rusty sports car, I drove her down to the seaside in one of his very expensive cars. She was surprised how inventive I was in bed and we had a fantastic time fucking one another. But all throughout our time having sex, I couldn't get the garage owner out of my mind.

On the Tuesday evening I rang him up, after I'd delivered his car back the previous night, but he wasn't home. When he answered I heard his wife saying in the background "Hey honey, Sean waiting for you in bed". I knew then I wasn't his only fuck piece and decided not to ring back again.
He's not been my only gay lover over the years, and I've enjoyed many a mans cock up my arsehole. But his was and still is the only cock to completely drive me crazy in lust for an anal fucking. My wife knows nothing of my gay past, or that I occasionally meet men for a brief suck and fuck.
The man I'm meeting next week might just change all of what I've just said, as he's very well endowed indeed. And from our chats, he's desperate to get his monster cock up my rear hole. And what's more, he's a car mechanic who owns his own business.