Some 30 years ago I wrote, with pen and paper, a long history of my gay sexual experiences, from my first sexual fumblings – right up to the day of writing. Then I added events and chapters as they happened for the next ten years or so, ceasing only when time and freedom ran out and then I found out all about computers so I transferred everything into electronic words.
The whole thing was too long and rambling but that didn't matter because I never intended to publish my sexual autobiography. However, since I hit my 60s, (and now my 70s) I've felt that I should really let others partake in some of the fun that I enjoyed.
So I've attacked and divided up the story, edited it to the best of my ability, made it more readable and turned it into eight parts for you to read.
The original writing was also very much in my 1980's/90's style – comparatively polite and lacking conversation, so I hope that my efforts to liven the stories up meet with your approval.
And the stories are in English from England, so please put up with my British spellings and phraseology.
This therefore is the FOURTH of those segments of my life – "Sue, Me and Bob too!"
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To start this story I have to bring you up to date with a little of my background first.
In 1967 at 22 years old, I'd taken my new bride to Australia and there we set up home and conceived our daughter but despite thoroughly loving Australia, my wife found herself too far from her parents and after many acrimonious rows, we fell out completely and she demanded to be brought back to Britain.
And once 'home' my wife took our daughter and went to live with her parents once more – and our divorce happened soon afterwards.
And so I became a single man again and for several years I simply screwed every female I could. Living not far from Stratford-on-Avon and working as a barman, I was surrounded by females of all ages and sizes from all over the world and I screwed most of them, I reckon! I know that I bedded over twenty girls during one year and over fifty in something like three years, before I lost count. I had the dubious 'pleasure' of deflowering two virgins in one evening – and not a condom in sight! I had to wash the sheets by hand to get rid of the bloodstains and get them dried at the launderette before the landlady found out. Ah – the good old days!
After a few years on the loose I managed to find a big comfy on-site caravan (trailer) to rent – far more privacy than in a bed-sit and cheaper too, even if noises did rather carry to the outside world on occasions!
Then I met Sue, a slim, feisty, red-headed horny little 18-year-old minx and I'm sorry to say that she got pregnant the very first time we had sex – on the front seat of my car.
She sat on my lap (between me and the steering-wheel, believe it or not) and rode me until I came deep up inside her. I need hardly tell you that her parents kicked her out because out-of-wedlock pregnancies were most definitely disapproved of in those days.
So Sue came to live with me in my rented caravan and once the baby was born we had him adopted – in the circumstances and since neither of us was at all family-minded, it was the only thing we could sensibly do.
I guess that wasn't the best start to any relationship and although ours settled down well enough for a while it soon became rather stormy and not always the most sociable, to say the least. After some six months we'd got to the stage or more or less just living together; friends with benefits as they now say, although at the time the phrase wasn't coined and the word 'friends' was sometimes inappropriate!
During the day Sue worked at a local factory, being picked up and returned home by a workmate called Bob, while I worked in an architect's office on the other side of town. Then, most evenings, given that home life was usually somewhat edgy, Sue and I would go into town where we'd often separate and go to our own favourite watering holes – to meet up again at bedtime somewhere in town or back at the caravan.
Naturally Sue had a good selection of female companions when she was out but since most of them were co-workers from the factory, Bob soon became included in her group.
I guess I put up with him because he was good to Sue; because he'd bring her home and thereby save me having to wait for her or search the town for her and because he'd often leave some booze with her for us; a kind of bribe, I now reckon!
Who'd turn away a man carrying gifts of alcohol!
He'd bring her back from work, say a quick hello to me and then he'd be off promptly, the pair of us waving him away cheerfully. At least that's how it was until Sue took the initiative.
"You won't mind if Bob stays with us for a while tonight, will you?" Sue politely asked me one day.
"No problem, yeah fine, whatever," I said, thinking that an extra body would be someone else to chat with.
And so Bob began to be invited to stay afterwards more and more often for some social chatter and a few drinks and things were fine – we all got on really well and before too long Bob was included in more or less everything.
He had inevitably by now become her best mate and as he and I got on well too it wasn't long before he'd return later in the evening and take both Sue and me into town. We began to hang around town and at weekends as a threesome and then go back to our caravan for a few beers with all three of us sharing whatever there was, be it booze or food or entertainment.
Strangely enough, Sue's growing interest in Bob didn't really worry me much. Truthfully, our somewhat rocky relationship was such that I just couldn't have cared less at times and anyway, not only did he often leave some alcohol for us but he was good company and after he'd left Sue would always be eager to be fucked. Being relatively young, that made me and my cock happy so I just let them get on with their gentle socialising. There was the odd occasion when I'd even hope that he'd take her away and leave me in peace so that I could do my own hunting. My relationship with Sue made me long for some real love instead and there was another thing that lurked inside me – the desire for some man on man sex which didn't seem likely to happen with them around.
Occasionally I thought that we'd separate when things became really strained between us but Bob's presence would calm things down and for some reason I never complained or did anything to change things.
At that stage I never knew of anything sexual taking place between the two of them, but it may simply have been that I didn't really care; I simply had no idea what happened at their factory or on the way to or from work in his car. I knew that they were pretty friendly from the way that they hugged before he departed and then when I suggested that she kiss him goodbye the warmth between them was palpable. But there was a certain thrill in watching them kiss, because I knew that once I had her to myself she'd be primed and ready for sex!
As a sociable threesome it was seldom long before our conversation would become sexually orientated and there was always an air of sexiness when he was around. I suppose that in a way, he and I were both vying for the same girl, while Sue was sexually interested in both of us – well, him more than me now perhaps. I think that she must have fallen in love with him but was in love with my cock too, so she couldn't say 'no' to either of us!
Once Bob and Sue began to kiss goodnight as he left she would be horny and edgy and she'd be soaked. I knew that because as soon as he left she'd come to me, wrapping herself around me, rubbing her groin against mine and generally stirring me up. I'd hold her against me, sliding my hand down and under her miniskirt to feel her up and she'd always be hot and wet. We'd be fucking within minutes of his departure, urgently releasing her pent up needs and relaxing my aroused cock.
