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Gay Confessions
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Bi-Sexual Male / 33
As a young teenaager, myself and a few of my then mates, used to a thing called garden hopping. Either moving through peoples front or back gardens, one after another.
There was a particular run we did, and one I never finished because of one guys garden which was supposed to be full of car parts.
One night on my own after returning from my nans, I decided I'd do the run. getting to the garden which I never went through, I started to climb through the hedge and was gripped roughly. Before I knew it I was forced into a oily shed and had my clothing ripped clean off me.
Not having chance to think or cry out, I was rammed into a work bench, knocking my breath out of me. And within seconds, had a mans fully erect cock thrust up my arsehole.
It was like having ahot poker shoved up my rectum and I tried to cry out, but al that came out was a low moan as he began to fuck my backside.
I'm not sure how long it lasted, probably no more than five minutes, but the more he fucked me, the more the sensations up my arse changed. From abject pain to unbelievable pleasure, and then on until it felt like a bolt of lightning up my arse and on through to my cock, as I orgasmed with my cum flying up and out everywhere.
The man fucking me laughed, fucked me harder and cried out himself, telling me I was his little slut from now on as his cum filed my rear hole.
I didn't inform on him, nor did I say anything to any of my mates, ever. What I did do, was to visit his garden throughout that summer and take his gorgeous cock up my arsehole. I also learned how to suck on his thick cock, making him cum down my throat.
The same man to this day, seventeen years on, still fucks me from time to time. He's now sixty two and a granddad. He's not the only man to fuck me nowadays, but being married myself, it isn't that easy to get enough time for extra marital gay sex.
I do however find time to have my first gay lover fuck me, whenever he's got the house to himself. And at sixty two, he's still got more sex appeal and sexual energy than any person, male or female, that I've ever had sex with.
There was a particular run we did, and one I never finished because of one guys garden which was supposed to be full of car parts.
One night on my own after returning from my nans, I decided I'd do the run. getting to the garden which I never went through, I started to climb through the hedge and was gripped roughly. Before I knew it I was forced into a oily shed and had my clothing ripped clean off me.
Not having chance to think or cry out, I was rammed into a work bench, knocking my breath out of me. And within seconds, had a mans fully erect cock thrust up my arsehole.
It was like having ahot poker shoved up my rectum and I tried to cry out, but al that came out was a low moan as he began to fuck my backside.
I'm not sure how long it lasted, probably no more than five minutes, but the more he fucked me, the more the sensations up my arse changed. From abject pain to unbelievable pleasure, and then on until it felt like a bolt of lightning up my arse and on through to my cock, as I orgasmed with my cum flying up and out everywhere.
The man fucking me laughed, fucked me harder and cried out himself, telling me I was his little slut from now on as his cum filed my rear hole.
I didn't inform on him, nor did I say anything to any of my mates, ever. What I did do, was to visit his garden throughout that summer and take his gorgeous cock up my arsehole. I also learned how to suck on his thick cock, making him cum down my throat.
The same man to this day, seventeen years on, still fucks me from time to time. He's now sixty two and a granddad. He's not the only man to fuck me nowadays, but being married myself, it isn't that easy to get enough time for extra marital gay sex.
I do however find time to have my first gay lover fuck me, whenever he's got the house to himself. And at sixty two, he's still got more sex appeal and sexual energy than any person, male or female, that I've ever had sex with.
