Date: Sun, 30 Sep 2012 07:49:05 -0400 (EDT)
From: Jlyguy9@aol.com
Subject: Once bitten.

Once bitten...

I need to confess being with Sam was a mistake. He was using me to the
ultimate and I am not the sort of guy that goes for just a quick fling. For
me the relationship has to be whole and wholesome with consideration and
caring and a sincere liking for each other, not just to gratify a sexual
need.

It was fine at first, the way we met on a summer vacation. I was vulnerable
then and I did not have the confidence to attempt a conversation with
anyone - I just relaxed on the beach on a hot Summer Sunday and read Fifty
Shades of Grey on my Kindle which was riveting stuff, but I could only
fantasise given the explicit writing and found myself changing the sex of
the main character just to fit my leanings which have always been
homosexual.

Girls gave me the eyeball as they passed by giggling as they do but I was
more interested in the guys of course and isn't it typical - like most good
things in life, they seem unobtainable when most desired. That's what I was
thinking before Sam happened though.

So I guess that is why I was almost up for anything that came along. In
male form that is - I did see a couple of old guys looking, as if
contemplating a chat but I quickly closed my eyes and pretended I was
asleep.

Not as if I don't go for older guys - I have had a couple of wonderful
meaningful times with guys that are twenty years my senior like Badger
-discovering generally that they are more lasting in a sexual way than a
young counterpart who ejaculates prematurely and is off like a shot
afterwards with absolutely no chance of real lasting foreplay.

Then this guy, almost tripping over my toes dropped an ice cream cornet,
went to pick it up but of course it was covered with sand and entirely
ruined

I apologised for my feet getting in his way.  First he looked aggravated
and angry, and then he laughed I guess seeing the funny side of it.

Well all that led to a very long and explicit conversation with no holds
barred and to tell you the truth I was feeling somewhat embarrassed about
someone nearby hearing the things he said - I mean the compliments were
fine in private about the sexual attributes of my ass and how he'd like to
ravish it and so on and so on... I said for him to hush but he simply
laughed at me suggesting that we should find somewhere private so that he
could really shout it out what he would like to do with me. And then he
said he knew just the place and would I like to go there.

I did find that exciting. When we first chatted I had no thoughts that way,
again he was about ten years my senior, had a moustache which I don't like
anyway ( remembering a former experience and how it itched me) and I did
not find him at all attractive.

Yet the conversation changed all that which goes to show I guess there is
much more to a person than just the looks.

He took me to this beach hut and prompted me to join him inside, it was
well fitted with a nice mini sofa and a calor gas stove for cooking.

I took the bait finding the sequence so very unusual having never been
invited to join someone in a beach hut before; and the guy, introducing
himself as Sam fixed me a coffee and I gave him my name.

"You look like a Pete" he said with rusty laugh and I began to like him
very much.

"I saw those two girls looking at you on the beach, Pete and was interested
in your lack of response."

"Like all girls they drive me nuts the way the chatter and giggle" I
returned.

"You know what they were giggling at Pete huh?"

"What?"

"Well let's say your bread basket was - shall we say- a little exasperating
in size and content, I reckon they well had the hots for you. But when I
noticed your lack of interest I thought it was my day and with a dream of a
body like you have I wanted to make your acquaintance in more ways than
one."

I guess I coloured up about what he'd said about those girls, never
thinking for a moment about it, but I realised it was all that fantasising
that spurred me up a bit and I had gained an erection without thinking
about it.

I explained to Sam an he said; well never then mind, he could do something
about it.

I shivered with excitement, seeing the way he was looking at me, his eyes
very intensive looking down at my lower region.

"There is still a shimmer of hope there!" Sam laughed. "I can still see a
fine bulge which I would like very much to set free,"

I felt that was a good way of putting it but when he immediately felt it,
squeezing his hand over my bathing shorts I felt san immediate soothing of
an ache I had carried all morning in not having the privacy to do something
about it. Now Sam was doing something about it and with his grunting and
his heavy breathing I was quite happy to relax on the small sofa and be
subservient for him.

Perhaps my fantasies in reading that book would come true, and Sam would be
the masterful one.

"Let's just see what you are made of" he muttered downing my shorts and
there I was. All exposed and me feeing a bit uncomfortable in not expecting
Sam's suddenness

"But I have not washed." I said holding his head back as he went down on me
and feeling somewhat inhibited.

"Don't you worry your ass about that, you smell good to me and anyway I
love the flavour of unwashed cock." And he was there, squeezing, balling
and sucking me like there was no tomorrow.

"Good huh?" he breathed - in between, stretching my cock back full length
exposing my p-hole which he started to lick and prod.

The feeling was sensational and I felt my cock rise to the spur as I
watched his sucking motion.

I was stuck for words, I guess my expression said all and this guy
certainly knew how to make me feel so good, I was in full erection for him
and felt the surge of my cock grow in his busy mouth, and the feel of his
tongue licking and exploring me, stretching my ass cheeks wide apart as he
plunged his face between and I relished the sheer joy and thrill of being
discovered everywhere; the feel of his tongue and fingers working on me,
the promise of what was to come when he started to rim and insert his
fingers deep into me with lots of lubricant he had on hand.

"You are beautiful, Pete" he said as he kneaded my ass cheeks, stroking and
nibbling, you have a so fuckable ass" and I knew at that moment he wanted
to fuck me there and then.

I hadn't quite cum but he made certain of that , he gave me such a
memorable and wonderfully expert massaging and when I spurted he had no
qualms about sucking it all up with a couple of swills of cola and watching
him do that was something I shall never forget.

I was ready to be all ass foe me as he wanted it, I longed for the feel of
his cock inside me, but first he removed his jeans and offered me his
credentials which were well defined and I was grateful to offer him my suck
in return for his, knowing I was not up to his standard but he seemed happy
with what I was doing, his cock tasted of salt and I enjoyed the pungency
of his nectar as he held it out for me to lick and suck which I did
willingly, wondering then just how that huge hulk of pure unadulterated
cock would feel inside me I was going to have to be ready for a good stiff
fucking that was for certain, there was no u-turn now, I was fully
committed; my ass bent high for him and the feel already of his poking up
my asshole. and if I had any second thoughts about that I did not have time
to ponder because soon, the throb in his cock grew intense and he wanted my
ass there and then, prompting and positioning me so I was leant across the
sofa arm, my ass up and ready for his fuck. First he squeezed its bulk
between my ass cheeks and rolled it about, it felt so good and wonderful
that I was begging for his fuck there and then.  But he teased me a bit,
rubbing up my balls with his cock head and spitting up my ass to make it
more supple he said. I felt another dose of his tongue poking me, squeezing
his head between my ass cheeks, yelling in between that he just loved the
sniff and taste of my ass.

I never envisaged how it would be, the way he yelled and carried on, then
he was inside me before I knew it and his fuck hurt at first as he just
thrust in and out of me like steam hammer and I was completely at his
mercy.  My ass being shaken about and really hard slapped between thrusts,
his hands grasping my hips to get a full deep penetration and I just closed
my eyes, grit my teeth and hoped it would soon be all over

It was not at all like the gentle fuck of Badger who went and died on me
and whom I miss so much, but then nobody could have been like him, I had to
continue gritting my teeth and take his fucking and his vile language which
was all part of his fucking scene I guess but not for me.

Nope this guy didn't turn out good for me and by the time he'd finished
with me I felt my ass had been hammered numb and for ages afterwards I
pained and could not sit properly.

Sam was a real bastard, he showed no consideration and had his fill of me
and that was that.

But at the end of the day it was my fault because I was so vulnerable after
Badgers passing and I simply imagined that with Sam, being an older guy
like Badger was it might be the same.

But it never is. Is it? A lesson of life, just another learning curve but
almost forgotten when I met Danny and all that was gone. Time moves on...