Howard and I did not get together after he first seduced me into the gay scene. It gave me a chance to reflect on the many sex acts I had performed with him, and in my own time I could come to terms with what I had done, and had done to me. It also gave me the chance to determine whether I wanted to carry on with this new sexual awakening or turn away from it at this early stage of my development. I was very unsure of the whole scene, and whilst I enjoyed being played with and sucked off, and I didnât mind doing the same in return, I had doubts about the pain that I got when Howard fucked my ass. I know that I had also fucked his ass and enjoyed doing it, but when I was doing it to him he had a very different reaction to mine. All I could do was to absorb the pain, the penetration obviously stirred my prostate and gave me an orgasm, but I couldnât forget the pain I felt and was afraid of any future encounter.
After about a month had passed Howard made a point of seeking me out to tell me that John (Howardâs seducer) was back from his sea tour and would be home within a few days. I asked him what that had to do with me, he said that he had written to John, told him all about our little adventure and John was very interested in meeting me. I didnât know what to do, but the first thing I did was to tell Howard that I did not think he would tell the world what we had done. Howard was very conciliatory and pleaded that he wouldnât tell just anyone, but John was his mentor and he had to tell him everything he had done whilst John was away. He begged me to go around to his house when John would be there, but I told him I didnât think so, it would be wrong and I didnât enjoy it that much. So he launched into great detail about what I had done and how much I had sucked him off, swallowed all his cum and fucked his ass. He said that John would see me around anyway so I couldnât avoid him. That was very true as his mother lived nearby and he always stayed with her for sometime after he had returned from sea.
The conversation was left in the air with me not agreeing to go with them, but with the threat I would be seen anyway, as I lived within the same block of houses as Johnâs mother. They were very clever about how they got to me, John just happened to meet my mother when she was shopping, and asked after me, how I had grown etc since heâd last seen me, and all the usual compliments a mother would enjoy about her son. Of course she responded by asking him around to meet up with me. That really put me in it and around he came. General chat, always playing up to my mother and then the crunch time when I was asked to go out with him and Howard. I said no I was too busy, mother said I was doing too much study and sport and I should go out with them. What could I do? Tell her the truth about what I had done so far? there was no way out so I had to agree. I thought I would be on fairly safe ground as it was to be during the day not in the evening and we were going to town so I could avoid anything to do with sex.. Came the day and John arrived to pick me up, we were to pick up Howard on our way to the town. I just didnât expect the next bit, we walked around to Howardâs place and knocked the door, Howard opened the door with a posing pouch and nothing else on.
I couldnât believe I had been duped so easily, I thought Howardâs mother would be home, she didnât work so where could she be. It was a total setup; John had driven Howardâs mother to visit his elder brother for the day, and had even arranged the time they would pick her up. So, it was accept or have a blazing row at the door with the whole streetsâ attention drawn to us, in I went and let it be known very plainly how I felt. I told them what I didnât like and how much I felt the pain and I didnât want to go through that again.
John was full of sympathy and told me there was no need to do anything I wasnât comfortable with, weâd just sit around and chat. I was put at my ease and felt I had made my point, but of course there was a greater agenda, which I did not see until a great deal later. We started having a coffee and just generally chatting about Johnâs trips to sea, sights he had seen around the world and the talk slowly got around to sex in all itâs forms that he had either taken part in, seen or been told about. He told us all about his sea daddy as he kept calling his friend. I had to ask him what a sea daddy was, I had never heard of the name before, He explained that a sea daddy was someone who looked after you in every sense of the word as he put it. I said did that mean he had sex with him as well. He confirmed that was the case and said that his sea daddy told him what to do and when to do it, but in return he was looked after and protected from everything or anyone who may threaten him or try to harm him.