Back in 197I, I was a tall and skinny, blue-eyed and dark-haired, twenty year old college student living in a small University town in the south of England. I met Robert at a local pub's gay night. He was a good looking, dark haired, well-muscled man in his forties who recognized me for the eager cock-sucking bottom boy that I was and took me home for an exciting evening of man/ boy sex.
That first night he'd let me suck his cock and fucked me a couple of times, and had also tied me up and shoved a butt plug up my ass. I submitted gladly to this stern older man's control and domination. His cock pleasured me and, since bondage was my number one fetish, I adored being tied up and gagged. I was his from then on; he could do anything he wanted to me.
I was ecstatic when he invited me back the following Saturday night and on successive Saturdays for the rest of the University term. I happily obliged him with a pair of eager holes, and would head back to college each time with a cum-filled ass, stoppered by that same butt plug. I don't really know how much of a turn-on bondage was for him, but since it aroused me and made me easy to control, he seemed happy to keep tying me up.
Once I returned from spring vacation, the cock sucking, fucking and bondage started all over again and continued for the next few weeks, but now he let me stay over rather than sending me back to college after midnight with a cum-filled, butt-plugged ass. He seemed happy to use me as his regular fuck, while my time with him was the highlight of my week. So I was disappointed to be told, as we were cleaning up after sex one Saturday in the middle of term, that I wouldn't be seeing him for the next two weeks. He'd told me once before that he was a carpenter with a home renovation business, and now he said that he had a big job to complete before the home owners came down from London. There was a final inspection three Fridays away and he'd be working long hours every single day until then.
But then he asked me if I could get away from college that afternoon. I told him I could easily skip my only scheduled lecture and he said that once he'd met with the owners he was heading out on a well-deserved weekend trip to Brighton, the seaside resort three hours away along the South Coast. He'd already paid for a room in a small hotel near the beach, so why didn't I come along too?
"You'll get sea, sun, sand and cock. Any reason not to come, my lad?"
It sounded great and when I said yes, please, he gave the address to his workshop and when to be there. Missing our weekly get-togethers, I spent the next three weeks wanking every night, fantasizing about the naughty things he could do to me with an entire weekend at his disposal. When the day came around, I skipped my morning classes as well and spent a long uninterrupted time in the showers, and used a Fleet enema to clean myself thoroughly inside as well as out.
Shoving swim trunks, underwear, t-shirts and jeans in a backpack, I headed out early to our meeting place, determined not to be late, and ended up arriving so early that I had to wait half an hour before he got back from his appointment. He parked his van on the street, led me into his workshop, shut the door behind us, dropped his toolbox on the floor, and put the house plans away in a filing cabinet. Then as he pulled a tube of KY Jelly from his pocket, he finally turned his attention to me.
"OK, that's it for work till Monday. I've been doing twelve and fourteen hour days and been so knackered by bed time that I only got off two decent wanks in three bloody weeks. Which means you're getting fucked right here, right now! So pull those bloody jeans down and lean over that bench."
When I cleaned myself out that morning, I'd expected he'd fuck me once we got to the hotel, not here in his workroom at eleven thirty in the morning! But this was just fine; I wouldn't have to wait! Robert had told me not to wear underwear, so all I had to do was pull my jeans off and bend over and my asshole was on display. Squeezing a big blob of KY onto his fingers, he prepared me in his usual thorough way; inserting one, working it around, adding a second and then a third. Once he'd got me loose enough, I felt his big mushroom head squeeze its way through my first ring, and then the rest of his fat cock followed, filling me and rubbing against my prostate.
This was what I'd been missing for three whole weeks. With no one around to hear me, I squealed loudly, begging him to take me. He proceeded to do just that. I was so hot for his cock, having had to wait to feel it inside me, and he was just as eager, pumping in and out faster and deeper than he'd ever fucked me before. He was so forceful that I started to beg him to slow down and give me a few moments' rest from the relentless pounding. But just as I was saying that, he simultaneously screamed "Fuck, fuck, fuck" and I felt him fill my chute with what felt like a gigantic load of cum. Once his cock stopped pulsing, he pulled out, and stumbled over to the cabinet, returning with the butt plug that I knew so well.
"Fuck it, you little bastard. That hole of yours was so tight and it felt bloody good after three dry weeks. That was far too quick, but I was too bloody hot. I couldn't stop myself, but it won't happen again. I'll be taking my time with you later, don't you worry. In the meantime, I don't want you leaking cum all over the seat in my new van."
He shoved the plug and told me to clean him off. I slithered off the bench onto the floor in front of him, and while I licked the remnants of cum and ass juice off his greasy dick, he berated himself for acting "like some hormone crazy teenager" for not being able to stop himself before it was too late.
Once I'd cleaned him up, he pulled up his trousers and as he did so, put his hand in the pocket and found the spare key to the house that he'd just finished renovating.
"Damn it, I forget to give this back to Alex. We'll have to swing by the house to hand it back. Let's go."
Motoring quickly to the outskirts of the city, he parked in the driveway of a large Victorian house, and strode up to its front door. A few moments later a tall, slim man who must have been Alex, the homeowner, came to the door. I heard him thank Robert for returning the keys which he said he hadn't even missed yet, at which point I presumed that Robert would turn around and we'd drive away. But Instead of saying goodbye, the guy walked over with Robert towards the van. As they came near he asked,
"Is this the boy you told me about?"
When Robert replied, "Yes he's the one" I could only wonder what had been told to this total stranger about me. When the guy asked me to step out of the van, I glanced at Robert, thinking he'd tell him we didn't have time to stop. But instead Robert told me to get out, and when I did so, heard him tell the guy that he'd fucked me just now and shoved a butt plug in me. I was shocked and my face blushed crimson as the guy began walking around me like he was inspecting livestock. When he grabbed a feel of my bum, Robert still didn't object; just grinned and told Alex to go for it.
