How I arrived here from there... part 1.
Disclaimer: The contents of this tale are as true as I remember them. Some initials have been changed to protect the innocent (and not so innocent). If anyone who knows me recognizes me, please drop me a pm with my real name, I'd love to know which of my friends share my pervy inclinations.
My best friend at school was K, we shared girly mags and wanked (in glorious solitude, at least in my case) over the naked tits shown; no cunt allowed back then, any suggestion of pubic hair, let alone cunt or arse-hole was airbrushed out, leaving girls looking like frogs. We lusted after girls together and separately and lied to each other and to our friends about how far we'd got. Truth be told, usually not very far; kissing, with tongues if we were lucky, fondling tits (normally with several layers of clothes between us and our goal) but on rare occasions getting access to soft flesh and nipples. We progressed to the occasional touch of skin above stocking tops (this was before the advent of tights) and discovered that girls had cunts and cunts had hair.and (very rarely) a brief feel of hair, damp flesh, and a smelly finger. Later, both we and the girls we went out with became more confident; we got to cop a feel and the girls would give us a wank if we were lucky. K lost his virginity at a party, not the first of our circle of friends, but before me, the lucky bastard! I followed a few months later, although it was really a case of "could I penetrate her before I came?); I did, just! Not my finest hour, although my performance improved significantly with the telling. K left school at 16 while I stayed on to into the sixth form. We were still mates, although he made new friends at work and got involved with a new crowd of older girls, less naive, non-schoolgirls. I found myself included in the social activities, it was eye, not to mention mouth and leg, opening. At their parties, people were less inhibited and seemed less concerned about what they did where. A lot more fun than the sixth-form parties which involved a lot of drinking and little sex. There were a couple of girls who were up for almost anything with anyone. One in particular, P, was always in one of the bedrooms; both K and I had fucked her at parties. One day K rang me and told me that his parents were out for the day, she was coming round and did I fancy a bit. I assumed that she'd bring a friend, but when I arrived it was just the three of us. I thought we were in for some fun but after a bit of snogging and pawing she asked us to stop and, tits out and rubbing our cocks inside our jeans,told us that she'd fuck us both, but only after we'd sucked each-other's cock to get them hard. She said she liked to see boys sucking cock. Boys indeed, we were 17 and she was old, probably in her mid 20s. I'd never touched another cock before, let alone sucked one, I don't think K had either, even if we'd seen plenty of soft ones in the changing rooms at school and at the rugby club, not to mention the occasional glimpse of a hard-on at a party. I'd seen cocks being sucked, and had mine sucked and......... well a mouth is a mouth. and there was a fuck on offer. It wasn't as difficult, nor as easy, as I'd anticipated, Kev managed too and we shared my first bisex experience. It would be nice to say that I never looked back, but the truth was that homosexuality was still outlawed,and would be for another year (and even then, with 21 as the age of consent, we would still have been breaking the law!), and i had some guilty feelings.
By the time I went to University, I'd been shown my way round the female body and developed a taste for cunnilingus which I retain to this day. K and I didn't discuss our mutual cock sucking. It hadn't been repeated, though I'm sure we would have been up for another session with P. It turned out that she'd got pregnant, snared a boyfriend and was concentrating on him. I'd really enjoyed watching K fuck her and the the feel of slipping into her fucked cunt, and often used to wank to the memory. During my first year at university, K used to come up to visit every couple or three weeks, staying on the floor of my room in the university hall of residence where all first year students were accommodated. We would go out to parties and usually find a couple of girls to bring back. Sometimes they wouldn't stay when they realised that there was only one room and only one single bed. Sometimes we were lucky, they would stay and we'd have some fun, sometimes even getting to swap, enjoying that nice freshly fucked cunt feeling. The girls we picked up were usually friends, so if one was unhappy, they would both leave. Both K and I were pleasantly surprised one weekend when one af a pair wanted to stay while her friend went home. We were on the bed playing when K surprised me by grabbing my cock and asked if she'd like him to suck it for her. And I was even more surprised when she said yes. But not particularly surprised that I enjoyed it. Or the he seemed to enjoy it when I sucked him. I saw her lot that term, especially when K came up. We all liked sucking and fucking; the taste of cunt on a cock, the taste of a cock on lips, the taste of spunk..... She was a student nurse and during the summer moved away to take a job in another city.
In my second year, K changed jobs and moved North and his visits stopped. We kept in touch and met up a couple of times a year, but it was social rather than sexual; he'd found a permanent girlfriend and was settling down, I spent the summer working in Canada. At the start of my final year, I'd become involved with a girlfriend, S; I'm lazy, needed to work hard in my final year and S was available for sex without my having to go looking for it. After I graduated I got a job back in the Midlands and we got engaged. Within the next two years K and I both got married, we were each other's best man. S didn't particularly like K and over the years we drifted apart My marriage was comfortable, although S wasn't sexually adventurous. I started to play away, only for fun, sometimes paying, always avoiding emotional involvement. Emotional satisfaction I had in my marriage, sexual variety was what I hankered after; different positions with different partners, nothing very outrageous. I developed a taste for fucking in cars; it felt dirty. One opportunity offered itself, we declined an invitation from a friend to a party (they're wife swappers S said) and were never invited again. We exchanged Christmas cards every year with K and his wife until one year it was just from K. He'd divorced; irreconcilable differences, it transpired they'd both been having affairs. Then, out of the blue, we got an invitation to K's wedding. We traveled up and met K's new wife, D, at the wedding. I thought she was nice but S wasn't impressed, and still didn't like K at all; so back to Christmas card exchange and the occasional meet for a drink when K and D came back to see K's parents. S might not have liked K but I thought D was quite tasty, some years younger than K and me.
As my career developed, responsibilities changed. I needed to travel and I found myself staying near K. I phoned and we arranged to meet for a meal.. K brought D and we had a very pleasant evening, chatting about nothing in particular over a couple of bottles of wine. K suggested a meal at their house for the following evening and , as they were leaving, D kissed me on my lips, rather than on my cheek . I went to bed and had a very pleasant wank. The following evening, at K's, over a nice meal and wine, we chatted. D said that K had told her all about me; everything she emphasized. I looked at K but he just smiled and I started to get a hard-on as memories of our youthful exploits came back to me. D excused herself as K and I went into the lounge, me trying to hide the bulge in my trousers. D came back into the lounge, sat on the sofa and patted the the cushion next to her. I moved across and sat next to her, she leaned into me and kissed me. I found myself responding and as she reached to touch my cock, I realized that she'd taken her bra off; her nipples were visible through the fabric of her blouse. K got up and moved behind the sofa and started to caress her breasts from behind. Here or upstairs? he asked. Upstairs D said and I as found myself following her up the stairs to their bedroom I noticed that she was wearing hold-up stockings and had also removed, or had never had on, her panties. Undressing D didn't take long, then she started to help me strip as K undressed on the other side of the bed. I noticed that his cock was as hard as mine. And then the fun started.
My best friend at school was K, we shared girly mags and wanked (in glorious solitude, at least in my case) over the naked tits shown; no cunt allowed back then, any suggestion of pubic hair, let alone cunt or arse-hole was airbrushed out, leaving girls looking like frogs. We lusted after girls together and separately and lied to each other and to our friends about how far we'd got. Truth be told, usually not very far; kissing, with tongues if we were lucky, fondling tits (normally with several layers of clothes between us and our goal) but on rare occasions getting access to soft flesh and nipples. We progressed to the occasional touch of skin above stocking tops (this was before the advent of tights) and discovered that girls had cunts and cunts had hair.and (very rarely) a brief feel of hair, damp flesh, and a smelly finger. Later, both we and the girls we went out with became more confident; we got to cop a feel and the girls would give us a wank if we were lucky. K lost his virginity at a party, not the first of our circle of friends, but before me, the lucky bastard! I followed a few months later, although it was really a case of "could I penetrate her before I came?); I did, just! Not my finest hour, although my performance improved significantly with the telling. K left school at 16 while I stayed on to into the sixth form. We were still mates, although he made new friends at work and got involved with a new crowd of older girls, less naive, non-schoolgirls. I found myself included in the social activities, it was eye, not to mention mouth and leg, opening. At their parties, people were less inhibited and seemed less concerned about what they did where. A lot more fun than the sixth-form parties which involved a lot of drinking and little sex. There were a couple of girls who were up for almost anything with anyone. One in particular, P, was always in one of the bedrooms; both K and I had fucked her at parties. One day K rang me and told me that his parents were out for the day, she was coming round and did I fancy a bit. I assumed that she'd bring a friend, but when I arrived it was just the three of us. I thought we were in for some fun but after a bit of snogging and pawing she asked us to stop and, tits out and rubbing our cocks inside our jeans,told us that she'd fuck us both, but only after we'd sucked each-other's cock to get them hard. She said she liked to see boys sucking cock. Boys indeed, we were 17 and she was old, probably in her mid 20s. I'd never touched another cock before, let alone sucked one, I don't think K had either, even if we'd seen plenty of soft ones in the changing rooms at school and at the rugby club, not to mention the occasional glimpse of a hard-on at a party. I'd seen cocks being sucked, and had mine sucked and......... well a mouth is a mouth. and there was a fuck on offer. It wasn't as difficult, nor as easy, as I'd anticipated, Kev managed too and we shared my first bisex experience. It would be nice to say that I never looked back, but the truth was that homosexuality was still outlawed,and would be for another year (and even then, with 21 as the age of consent, we would still have been breaking the law!), and i had some guilty feelings.
By the time I went to University, I'd been shown my way round the female body and developed a taste for cunnilingus which I retain to this day. K and I didn't discuss our mutual cock sucking. It hadn't been repeated, though I'm sure we would have been up for another session with P. It turned out that she'd got pregnant, snared a boyfriend and was concentrating on him. I'd really enjoyed watching K fuck her and the the feel of slipping into her fucked cunt, and often used to wank to the memory. During my first year at university, K used to come up to visit every couple or three weeks, staying on the floor of my room in the university hall of residence where all first year students were accommodated. We would go out to parties and usually find a couple of girls to bring back. Sometimes they wouldn't stay when they realised that there was only one room and only one single bed. Sometimes we were lucky, they would stay and we'd have some fun, sometimes even getting to swap, enjoying that nice freshly fucked cunt feeling. The girls we picked up were usually friends, so if one was unhappy, they would both leave. Both K and I were pleasantly surprised one weekend when one af a pair wanted to stay while her friend went home. We were on the bed playing when K surprised me by grabbing my cock and asked if she'd like him to suck it for her. And I was even more surprised when she said yes. But not particularly surprised that I enjoyed it. Or the he seemed to enjoy it when I sucked him. I saw her lot that term, especially when K came up. We all liked sucking and fucking; the taste of cunt on a cock, the taste of a cock on lips, the taste of spunk..... She was a student nurse and during the summer moved away to take a job in another city.
In my second year, K changed jobs and moved North and his visits stopped. We kept in touch and met up a couple of times a year, but it was social rather than sexual; he'd found a permanent girlfriend and was settling down, I spent the summer working in Canada. At the start of my final year, I'd become involved with a girlfriend, S; I'm lazy, needed to work hard in my final year and S was available for sex without my having to go looking for it. After I graduated I got a job back in the Midlands and we got engaged. Within the next two years K and I both got married, we were each other's best man. S didn't particularly like K and over the years we drifted apart My marriage was comfortable, although S wasn't sexually adventurous. I started to play away, only for fun, sometimes paying, always avoiding emotional involvement. Emotional satisfaction I had in my marriage, sexual variety was what I hankered after; different positions with different partners, nothing very outrageous. I developed a taste for fucking in cars; it felt dirty. One opportunity offered itself, we declined an invitation from a friend to a party (they're wife swappers S said) and were never invited again. We exchanged Christmas cards every year with K and his wife until one year it was just from K. He'd divorced; irreconcilable differences, it transpired they'd both been having affairs. Then, out of the blue, we got an invitation to K's wedding. We traveled up and met K's new wife, D, at the wedding. I thought she was nice but S wasn't impressed, and still didn't like K at all; so back to Christmas card exchange and the occasional meet for a drink when K and D came back to see K's parents. S might not have liked K but I thought D was quite tasty, some years younger than K and me.
As my career developed, responsibilities changed. I needed to travel and I found myself staying near K. I phoned and we arranged to meet for a meal.. K brought D and we had a very pleasant evening, chatting about nothing in particular over a couple of bottles of wine. K suggested a meal at their house for the following evening and , as they were leaving, D kissed me on my lips, rather than on my cheek . I went to bed and had a very pleasant wank. The following evening, at K's, over a nice meal and wine, we chatted. D said that K had told her all about me; everything she emphasized. I looked at K but he just smiled and I started to get a hard-on as memories of our youthful exploits came back to me. D excused herself as K and I went into the lounge, me trying to hide the bulge in my trousers. D came back into the lounge, sat on the sofa and patted the the cushion next to her. I moved across and sat next to her, she leaned into me and kissed me. I found myself responding and as she reached to touch my cock, I realized that she'd taken her bra off; her nipples were visible through the fabric of her blouse. K got up and moved behind the sofa and started to caress her breasts from behind. Here or upstairs? he asked. Upstairs D said and I as found myself following her up the stairs to their bedroom I noticed that she was wearing hold-up stockings and had also removed, or had never had on, her panties. Undressing D didn't take long, then she started to help me strip as K undressed on the other side of the bed. I noticed that his cock was as hard as mine. And then the fun started.
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