On meeting my old pal, Pete we had a lot to catch up with. He would always confide his most intimate life with me, our relationship was that kind of karma.
Last time I had talked with him, when I accidentally bumped into him in my home town Newton Abbot - he had come to the Wednesday market there - he had been having a homo-sexual relationship with Badger, his allotment friend and his accounts of their happenings together in Badger's allotment shed have been quite revealing on the site he writes for.
But surprisingly he was telling me as we sat on a bench together under the old town clock, that although he thought the world of old Badger and thoroughly enjoyed being with him, he had come to the point, as you do, that it had become a little clinical, like when they met on the allotment they'd go to his shed as always, then. like numbers, they felt each other, masturbated each other, then the usual sucking and fondling which, 'don't get me wrong' it always nice' as was the resulting deep fucking which Badger always gave him with so much vigour, especially for an older guy - but having been with Badger for two years or so 'don't get me wrong because we shall still meet in his shed, and do all those things!' but I just felt I wanted some more excitement in my life. The newness with Badger and I had gone and it was rime to put that to rights! - and when I met David I knew what that was, him being ten years younger, sweet eighteen just, I took special heed to find every opportunity to speak with him at the bowling club where I first met David and I was so delighted when I realised he was of my leaning."
"And so your new relationship blossomed?" I asked
"You just couldn't be more apt, you see it all began when I presented him with a blue moon rose from my garden as a token of our first kiss. It was only a simple cheek kiss but enough to make us both realise how much we were attracted to each other, and now I call him my blue moon, blue being the operative word, meaning I want him always to be blue for me."
"I am glad for you," I said with a smile.
Then he went on to tell me about their first time alone and these are his words...
David talked much about how he had discovered himself of late, how he had yearned to meet a compatible guy like me with some experience.
He was somewhat shy so I said for him just to chill and not to feel obliged or pressed to do anything, but he insisted he wanted to learn, that he was very fond of me and could not think of anyone else he'd like his very first experience with.
He was a beautiful guy, I stood up in front of him as he sat sprawled on my settee. It was going to be a magical time I just knew it. It just came as natural to undo my zip asking him if he would like to see it.
He looked flushed but I simply smiled and squeezed myself, then he responded:
"I would love to," he replied with a lovely smile and I gradually unzipped myself and pulled myself out over the waistband of my boxer shorts which pronounced its stature. I was still growing as he looked with a glow in his eyes and I squeezed ever so gently to get it full for a first showing with dear David.
It was something so new and I went for it, David was curious and watched intently as I weaselled out my cock balls and all between my opened zip, loving his astounded reaction, his eyes popping.
"You like?" I asked him.
"It is so lovely, " he returned and I enjoyed giving myself a gently wank as he watched me stretching it fully back to reveal the head , watching David's response all the time.
"You can touch of you want to, would you like that?"
He was completely besotted I could tell and it made me feel so good and I felt completely comfortable with him,
"Can I, please, Pete?" he asked so very sweetly. "I have never touched one before, well no one else's that is, and certainly one quite so big," he smiled.
"Yes and you don't have to say please, just take your time, get the feel of it, sniff its scent and eventually you may like to taste the flavour."
I went on to tell him, as he started to fondle me, how my first time was and how, once I'd made the first move, the first touch, the first suck and felt my first fuck, I never looked back.
He was handling me over so gently and I said it wasn't going to fall apart that he could be a little more firm with it.
"Like this?" he asked rubbing and squeezing its length."
"Mmm! Lovely" I replied. See how it starts to jerk up and down. That is so nice and it is all for you, David.
"It feel warm and pliable, lovely to touch, Pete"
"David, try just teasing my p-hole with your little finger, I would love the feel of that."
"Like this?"
"Mmm! Just like that, its lovely, don't stop."
"I won't"