I woke early the next morning with a raging hardon relaying the events of last night in my head. The sight of Tony naked with his glorious erect cock then fucking him on all fours on the soft woodland floor, I held my cock as these images ran through my brain and in seconds cum spewed from my shaft over my belly and chest.
Bloody hell, I need to get a grip.
I was confused and on edge, was I gay? I certainly had enjoyed the sex and the knowledge that I wasn't alone with my secret fetish was comforting, I didn't feel such a weird freak.
Perhaps I'll put it down to experience, a one off episode, yes I thought an experiment which won't be repeated, move on and forget all about it.
But of course I couldn't.
All week my mind kept repeating the same images in my head, each day I walked around with a semi in my pants thinking about cock. Walking down the street I would check out mature guys wondering what lay beneath. How big was this guy? Does this guy shave his pubes? This guy has a lovely arse.
Riding the back of the bus one afternoon I glanced over at a mature guy on the other side of the aisle, he had a very impressive bulge in his suit trousers. I continued to stare and to my horror his hand went to his crotch and squeezed his shaft. I quickly averted my gaze and as our eyes met he smiled and licked his lips. He opened his fly and pulled out a very impressive looking cock and began to slowly stroke. Crimson with embarrassment I stood to exit the bus at the next stop, he got up and followed me down the aisle, the bus lurched and he stumbled into my back. His erect cock pushed against my crack as his hand went around my waist "accidentally" placing his hand on my now fully erect shaft. I shuddered at his touch, I felt his warm breath on my ear "My business card is in your pocket" he whispered.
The doors opened and I fled.
Shit, this had to stop.
My meeting with Tony was last Wednesday night and his parting words to me were "same time next week?" On Tuesday I had formulated a plan, I would go back to the woods intending to confront Tony and tell him that it was a one off and it wouldn't happen again and not to acknowledge me if we ever met in public.
Yes, I thought, I need to straighten this out in more ways than one!
Wednesday evening saw me pacing around in my room working out my speech in my head so I wouldn't trip over my words or get distracted.
Dusk fell and I left the house and into the darkening woods.
I approached my secret spot with dread but on entering the clearing it was empty, my dread then turned to disappointment. "Stop it" I muttered determined to stick with the plan.
"Stop what?" said a voice behind me,
It was Tony looking gorgeous in a linen shirt unbuttoned to his chest with visible wisps of hair peeking out.
"Um, nothing" I croaked, taking a deep breath I began.
"Tony what happened last week was a one off which I dont want to happen again, you are old enough to be my father and its wrong". Tony stepped closer, "Yes you're right, I'm not saying I didn't enjoy it but you're right, it will only cause trouble in the long run".
I felt deflated, I had come here to be direct and tell him whats what but he had taken the wind from my sails. He stepped closer still and put his mouth to my ear, "You are a beautiful boy with a lovely sized cock just right for my needs but yes its so wrong you need someone your own age" he said in a husky voice.
