Straight Male / 31
Two days after my seventeenth birthday a so called friend of mine, beat the shit out of me. The reason being, that I'd so called tried to get off with his girlfriend. He knew I had a big cock, and he'd heard from another idiot, that I'd offered to fuck his girlfriend at a party.
It was all a lie and in fact I'd left the party well before his girlfriend had gotten there. She had and I know this for sure, been fucked by another guy, but it definitely wasn't me.
Two days I spent in hospital. Two days in which my mum and dad tried to get me to tell them who'd beaten me up, so they could report the person to the police. I never did say anything, not because it was out of loyalty to my supposed friend, but because I knew deep down inside me, I'd somehow get him back one day.
That opportunity I thought had gone, when he moved away only months after kicking my head like a football. Moving on with my life, I went into the building game and through hard work, lots of hard work, I built myself a small business, which now employs four people. Actually it now kind of employs five.
In early March this year I got a call from a supplier who said his new driver thought he knew me. It turned out, Gary, their new driver, was the very same old friend of mine who liked to beat up smaller people. When I first saw him, he couldn't have been more apologetic, and even bought me some expensive whisky. He'd been inside for violence and through a deal I'd done with my supplier, we sponsored men who were finding it hard to come by employment due to their recent incarceration.
Before Gary went inside he got married and his bride, although I didn't know it at the time, turned out to be an ex girlfriend of mine. She's a very attractive woman, who when I was having fun with her, enjoyed lots of sex and lots of varied sex. In fact I'd say she's the dirtiest bitch I've ever fucked. Beneath her stunning looks, that woman is a real anything goes cock hungry slut, I can tell you.
Because Gary worked for my supplier, I began to see him a couple of times a week. After a couple of months, so the end of May, I got a message from my supplier saying he was having a bash for his fiftieth. I went along and saw Gary there, with to my surprise, my ex. He introduced me to his wife and when she kissed my cheek to say hello, not letting on we knew each other, she whispered "I don't half miss your cock".
I saw the look on Gary's face, but it soon disappeared when as usual the birthday boy piped up "Oy, you queer bastard, you getting me a drink or what". It was my supplier shouting to me. It was something he called me after seeing me looking through a gay mag I'd found at a house we were renovating, years before.
Later on in the evening, I went outside for some air and turned round when I heard a female voice saying my name. It was my ex and straight away she walked over to me, cupped my cock bulge and asked me if I'd take her somewhere and fuck her.
Knowing the place we were at, I knew around the other side of the building, there were groves of trees and plenty of cover. It took us only a couple of minutes to get there, and to have each others tongues fighting as we kissed passionately. She all but had my trousers and boxers down stroking my cock. I had my right hand up her short skirt, furiously as I knew she liked it, finger fucking her pussy and arsehole. Breaking off she said we didn't have long and she'd wanted all night since first seeing me to feel my cock up her pussy. Bending her over against a tree, I put my cock head to her opening and thrust in. I didn't waste time letting her get used to the size of my cock, instead I reached around and gripped her tits hard. She gasped as I squoze her breasts, but she backed onto me as if telling me she wanted rough sex. Slapping her arsehole as I fucked her time after time, she turned her head and told me "It's yours if you want it". I knew what she meant, so I slid my cock out of her soaking wet pussy and forced it up her tight arsehole. She cried out a little, but I didn't care and still rammed it home. Screwing her arsehole as hard as I'd ever fucked anyone before, I realised I was taking out my long term frustration of being beaten up, on his wife.
My ex reached back to me, almost as if to tell me she was near, but didn't get chance to say anything as she came hard on my dick. No more than four or five thrusts later, I too came, flooding her arsehole with my cum.
She moved off my cock getting herself sorted out, but I wasn't finished. Yanking on her hair hard, I pushed her down and shoved my cock into her face. Over the next five minutes she worshiped my cock, licking and sucking on it until every drop of my cum and her anal juice was cleaned off.
We were back in the main function room of the golf club a few minutes later and her husband was non the wiser. He was I think, re telling his part in my reason for going to hospital when I was seventeen. He sounded all cock sure of himself and I got a little angry, but then I had just fucked his wife and had her swallow some of my seed. What cooled my temper, was seeing her go up to him, kiss him full on the mouth and then turn to wink at me.
The following Monday morning, I phoned my supplier and asked him if he'd had a good evening, as well telling me it had been great, he also told me about some new materials I'd wanted. Saying he'd send Gary over later in the afternoon, I asked him to direct Gary over to a site which was on the other side of the city. A good hour in ordinary traffic and told him to text me when he left his yard.
As soon as I put the phone down, I text the number Gary's wife had given me, and got a text back saying "I'm home now, can't wait". Getting the text from my supplier, I drove over to Gary's home. half an hour later I was balls deep up his wife's pussy, after she'd been sucking on my dick whilst I was tonguing her pussy and arse.
It's funny most of Gary's deliveries have been these past couple of months, out of town. And I've pretty much taken him on via my supplier most days of the week. It's also funny his wife never goes short of sex now, not now I'm fucking her every chance we get.
Now to why I'm really here. In three days time, I'll be sending over a van to pick up Michelle's things from Gary's. She's moving in with me and ditching her tosser of a husband. She now knows about his past with myself and has also decided as soon as she can, she's divorcing him. Gary will be delivering his last ever items for me in the south of the country. It will take him at least five hours there and back. When he returns, he'll find a note from his wife and he'll find her gone.
What will be really galling for him, Is he'll know from the note and the men I'll have sat there, it's because of me. And believe me, he'll have no choice but to keep quiet and stay away. It's that or a huge beating and a definite return to prison. And from what I now know, he apparently doesn't enjoy being fucked up the arse by bigger, much harder men.
It was all a lie and in fact I'd left the party well before his girlfriend had gotten there. She had and I know this for sure, been fucked by another guy, but it definitely wasn't me.
Two days I spent in hospital. Two days in which my mum and dad tried to get me to tell them who'd beaten me up, so they could report the person to the police. I never did say anything, not because it was out of loyalty to my supposed friend, but because I knew deep down inside me, I'd somehow get him back one day.
That opportunity I thought had gone, when he moved away only months after kicking my head like a football. Moving on with my life, I went into the building game and through hard work, lots of hard work, I built myself a small business, which now employs four people. Actually it now kind of employs five.
In early March this year I got a call from a supplier who said his new driver thought he knew me. It turned out, Gary, their new driver, was the very same old friend of mine who liked to beat up smaller people. When I first saw him, he couldn't have been more apologetic, and even bought me some expensive whisky. He'd been inside for violence and through a deal I'd done with my supplier, we sponsored men who were finding it hard to come by employment due to their recent incarceration.
Before Gary went inside he got married and his bride, although I didn't know it at the time, turned out to be an ex girlfriend of mine. She's a very attractive woman, who when I was having fun with her, enjoyed lots of sex and lots of varied sex. In fact I'd say she's the dirtiest bitch I've ever fucked. Beneath her stunning looks, that woman is a real anything goes cock hungry slut, I can tell you.
Because Gary worked for my supplier, I began to see him a couple of times a week. After a couple of months, so the end of May, I got a message from my supplier saying he was having a bash for his fiftieth. I went along and saw Gary there, with to my surprise, my ex. He introduced me to his wife and when she kissed my cheek to say hello, not letting on we knew each other, she whispered "I don't half miss your cock".
I saw the look on Gary's face, but it soon disappeared when as usual the birthday boy piped up "Oy, you queer bastard, you getting me a drink or what". It was my supplier shouting to me. It was something he called me after seeing me looking through a gay mag I'd found at a house we were renovating, years before.
Later on in the evening, I went outside for some air and turned round when I heard a female voice saying my name. It was my ex and straight away she walked over to me, cupped my cock bulge and asked me if I'd take her somewhere and fuck her.
Knowing the place we were at, I knew around the other side of the building, there were groves of trees and plenty of cover. It took us only a couple of minutes to get there, and to have each others tongues fighting as we kissed passionately. She all but had my trousers and boxers down stroking my cock. I had my right hand up her short skirt, furiously as I knew she liked it, finger fucking her pussy and arsehole. Breaking off she said we didn't have long and she'd wanted all night since first seeing me to feel my cock up her pussy. Bending her over against a tree, I put my cock head to her opening and thrust in. I didn't waste time letting her get used to the size of my cock, instead I reached around and gripped her tits hard. She gasped as I squoze her breasts, but she backed onto me as if telling me she wanted rough sex. Slapping her arsehole as I fucked her time after time, she turned her head and told me "It's yours if you want it". I knew what she meant, so I slid my cock out of her soaking wet pussy and forced it up her tight arsehole. She cried out a little, but I didn't care and still rammed it home. Screwing her arsehole as hard as I'd ever fucked anyone before, I realised I was taking out my long term frustration of being beaten up, on his wife.
My ex reached back to me, almost as if to tell me she was near, but didn't get chance to say anything as she came hard on my dick. No more than four or five thrusts later, I too came, flooding her arsehole with my cum.
She moved off my cock getting herself sorted out, but I wasn't finished. Yanking on her hair hard, I pushed her down and shoved my cock into her face. Over the next five minutes she worshiped my cock, licking and sucking on it until every drop of my cum and her anal juice was cleaned off.
We were back in the main function room of the golf club a few minutes later and her husband was non the wiser. He was I think, re telling his part in my reason for going to hospital when I was seventeen. He sounded all cock sure of himself and I got a little angry, but then I had just fucked his wife and had her swallow some of my seed. What cooled my temper, was seeing her go up to him, kiss him full on the mouth and then turn to wink at me.
The following Monday morning, I phoned my supplier and asked him if he'd had a good evening, as well telling me it had been great, he also told me about some new materials I'd wanted. Saying he'd send Gary over later in the afternoon, I asked him to direct Gary over to a site which was on the other side of the city. A good hour in ordinary traffic and told him to text me when he left his yard.
As soon as I put the phone down, I text the number Gary's wife had given me, and got a text back saying "I'm home now, can't wait". Getting the text from my supplier, I drove over to Gary's home. half an hour later I was balls deep up his wife's pussy, after she'd been sucking on my dick whilst I was tonguing her pussy and arse.
It's funny most of Gary's deliveries have been these past couple of months, out of town. And I've pretty much taken him on via my supplier most days of the week. It's also funny his wife never goes short of sex now, not now I'm fucking her every chance we get.
Now to why I'm really here. In three days time, I'll be sending over a van to pick up Michelle's things from Gary's. She's moving in with me and ditching her tosser of a husband. She now knows about his past with myself and has also decided as soon as she can, she's divorcing him. Gary will be delivering his last ever items for me in the south of the country. It will take him at least five hours there and back. When he returns, he'll find a note from his wife and he'll find her gone.
What will be really galling for him, Is he'll know from the note and the men I'll have sat there, it's because of me. And believe me, he'll have no choice but to keep quiet and stay away. It's that or a huge beating and a definite return to prison. And from what I now know, he apparently doesn't enjoy being fucked up the arse by bigger, much harder men.
