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Mr Sutherland

By *illabongboy1971 OP Man 2 weeks ago

Penicuik

To get the most out of this story, it's probably best to read my first true story post in here- 'Losing my virginity'. It gives context to this second, close-to-true account of my early sexual experiences and, also provides a fair bit of background to myself and some other characters who figure in this story.

I started writing this second account a while back, but it had to be removed from the Forum as I was a little too detailed when describing locations etc which could have led to identities being revealed. So, this time, I'll briefly summarise what transpired earlier (without infringing any rules) before continuing. ALL characters are over 18 and ALL names are changed.

I left school in May 1989 after completing my Higher exams and lost my virginity in horny circumstances the following month, a few days after I turned 18. Mr Sutherland joined the teaching staff of the school I'd attended shortly after I'd left and subsequently bought the house which stood over the back garden fence from my parents place.

He was a tall, slim, 24 year old scouser who was easy-going, easy to chat to and even easier on the eye.

I briefly saw him on the morning he moved in to his new place, before I headed off to play tennis at the local public courts with my mate Stuart.

After our game, Stuart and I took a dip in the river which flowed past the 6 blaes courts in our rural town in the Scottish Borders. Whilst drying off on the river bank, we firstly talked about his struggles to get past 'first base' with his girlfriend Sara, before having an uneasy conversation as to why I hadn't grabbed the chance to date a stunning local girl who was "into me" and who all the lads in my rural, inward-thinking, home town fancied. This eventually resulted in me 'coming out' as bisexual to Stuart and a very touching chat where he made it quite clear that, as shocked as he was, it in no way was going to affect our friendship. In 1989, where I grew up, admitting to being anything other than 100% straight got you beat up.

After agreeing to meet up the following afternoon to watch a bit of Wimbledon on the TV, Stuart headed home to his house and me to mine.

That afternoon, feeling horny, I decided to head to the toilets in a park a short distance from my house to read the graffiti and stories on the walls and wank off. Whilst in a cubicle with a peephole, I became aware of some 'activity' at the urinal and, when I climbed up on the toilet seat and peered over the top of the door I was stunned to see Mr Sutherland kissing, wanking and trading blow jobs with a 19 year old lad called Scott Ryan. He was a wiry, athletic, popular guy who played rugby and was known to me and my mates as a bit of a poser.

After their fun was disturbed by two workies who came in to piss, Mr Sutherland and Scott headed to a nearby shop where Scott helped out and I followed them, unseen, a few minutes later. On entering the shop, I chatted with Scott but blew my chance to "get in on the action" and headed home, horny and dribbling pre-cum in my tight white tennis shorts.

While watching Wimbledon on TV and playing with my cock, my doorbell went and I answered it to one of the workies (a black, Linford Christie look-a-like), who was digging up the road outside my house. He informed my that my electricity would be off for an hour or so while they replaced a cable and I told him it wasn't an issue as all I was doing was watching tennis on TV. In my rush to answer the door, I stupidly forgot about the tell-tale damp, cummy patch on my shorts. The workie spotted it, found it highly amusing and commented cheekily that the match must have been a "really exciting" one.

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By *iny123Man 2 weeks ago

Lincoln

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By *illabongboy1971 OP Man 2 weeks ago

Penicuik

I closed the door and watched from the window as the workie rejoined his mates at the road-works. After only a few seconds, he pointed to my house and then his crotch and then he and the others working with proceeded to fall about laughing.

"Fuck", I said out loud to myself, "No fucking prizes for guessing what they're laughing at".

What had started out as such a brilliantly horny afternoon was fast going downhill and I'd only myself to blame.

I should have opened the door to the toilet cubicle or been upfront with Scott in the shop. Had I chosen either of those options, I'd be getting myself some grade A cock fun right now instead of being stood in my living room alone, the butt of the workies laughter.

I went into my bedroom and lay down on my bed, tired, frustrated and pissed off. I put some music on and drifted off to sleep only to wake about an hour later to the sound of the doorbell ringing again.

Glancing out my window, I could see the black workie standing on the doorstep in his hi-vis vest and cut off jeans. This time I had the sense to pull a pair of trakkies over my cum stained, little white shorts before opening the door.

"That's us finished up for today", he said, flashing me a smile. "Your power should be back on"

I looked over at the TV, it hadn't flickered back to life. I pressed on the light switch by the door. Nothing.

"It doesn't look like we've any power", I said.

"Probably tripped a switch, blown a fuse" he advised. "Easy enough fixed"

"I'm not sure how", I admitted.

"It's just that box there" he continued, pointing to the black, boxed off area below the 'phone table. "I can take a quick look if you want?"

"Thanks, that'd be great", I stammered.

I moved to one side to let him into our tiny hallway.

He got to work quickly and chatted away as he did so. I found out his name was Leroy and he stayed in a neighbouring town.

Standing behind him, a short distance away, I found my eyes wander to his beautiful ass, the top of which i could clearly see attempting to escape his cut off jeans as he was bent over. His skin was beautiful, dark, flawless.

I remember my mind swimming as I was thinking all kinds of dirty thoughts when his next question brought me out of my stupor.

"So, did you finish what you started?", he chuckled, nodding towards my crotch, as he closed up the fuse box, "Or had you already finished when I first rang your bell?".

There was no point trying to worm my way out of this situation with excuses.

I knew that he knew and he knew that I knew that he knew! (Told you I'm no writer haha)

"Yeah, I get horny in this hot weather", I said truthfully. "And so many hot lassies playing at Wimbledon in tiny wee tight skirts", I continued. "I just got a bit carried away".

What he said next, I did not see coming.

"I prefer the men", he said, fixing my gaze.

I couldn't believe what I'd just heard. I remember reaching behind me to lean on the wall to steady myself.

"It's the tight white shorts that do it for me", Leroy went on. "When they're playing, you can see what they're packing bouncing around inside. Leaves fuck all to the imagination. Instant hardon for me" he said.

I could feel myself reddening up quickly and I was beginning to almost shake. I couldn't speak, not one word could I muster.

Leroy moved towards me, his hand brushed against my trakkies ever so slightly.

"Anyway, I'd better be off", he said. "The lads will be waiting for me in the van. We'll be back tomorrow", he smiled "Probably won't be totally finished till Wednesday"

With that, he walked to the door.

"Please don't go" I stuttered.

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By *ark_sentinelCouple 1 week ago

Andover

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By *en4funoxonMan 1 week ago

Banbury

So easy for this to happen..

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By *illabongboy1971 OP Man 1 week ago

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"Please don't go", I stuttered.

Leroy turned back to face me.

"Eh, I don't get you man", he said, a perplexed look on his face.

"I lied", I continued, "It wasn't just the lassies playing tennis I was wankin' over. Both men and women turn me on". I just blurted it out, the words escaped my lips beforemy brain engaged.

Leroy half smiled, moved towards me, rubbed his palm over my trakkie-clad cock and, briefly pressed his lips against mine. The touch was electric.

"I'm sorry", he said softly, his eyes fixed on mine, "I can't stay. The lads are waiting for me and they'd get suspicious if I didn't ride home with them".

The confident twinkle in his eyes had gone, replaced with genuine sadness.

"Oh, ok", I gulped.

"I'll be back tomorrow", he said, winking. I get an hour free for lunch. I'd love it if you were on the menu in your little white shorts?".

(I know - a really cheesy thing to say, but those were his exact words. It was the 80's remember!)

He kissed me again, more forcefully this time and slipped his hand into my trakkies as he did so, rubbing my rock-hard cock.

I kissed him back.

"I'll make sure I wash them" I replied, my confidence returning.

"Please don't", he smiled. "I want them exactly as they were when I first clapped eyes on them this afternoon".

I laughed, nervously. "Ok man, deal".

We kissed again and, as I opened the front door to let him out, I could see the other workies piling into their van.

As Leroy exited my garden to cross the street to join them, who happened to pass by and look at both him and me?

Mr Sutherland. I swear he winked.

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By *onmacMan 1 week ago

glasgow

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By *illabongboy1971 OP Man 1 week ago

Penicuik

I nodded an acknowledgement his way and he did the same.

My mind was swimming and my heart thumping as I closed the front door.

Had it really happened? My hard cock in my trakkies answered that question.

I grabbed a can of juice from the fridge and sat on the sofa. My mind raced back and forth from Mr Sutherland and Scott and what they'd been getting up to in the locked shop to Leroy and what would ensue between us tomorrow.

My cock was rock solid. So much so that when I released it from my trakkies and shorts, it sprang up and slapped against my stomach so hard that I thought it'd leave a bruise.

Wank time. I was so worked up and horny, I knew it wouldn't last long. I closed my eyes and replayed the events of the afternoon in my head. My bell end was soaked in pre cum and my fingers soon moist and sticky. When I thought of Leroy telling me not to wash my cum-stained shorts it was too much, spurt after spurt of spunk erupted from my loins, covering my chest, face and hair.

I remember thinking "Fuck, I needed that!", I might have even said it out loud.

I took a shower, stuffed the the dirty shorts in the back of my wardrobe and pulled on a clean pair of blue ones. No boxers.

Out in the back garden, I settled back on a sun lounger, shirtless and tried to chill behind my sunglasses, still trying to make sense of everything that had happened.

"Hope you've got some sun cream on lad?", a voice called.

I knew who it was before I lifted my head to look at him. The heavy scouse accent was a dead giveaway.

Mr Sutherland was stood by the fence that separated our gardens, also shirtless and still wearing his bright red Liverpool F.C shorts.

"Hi sir", I replied, "Nah, we're out of sun cream, but my mum said she'd pick some up from the chemist on her way home from work", I told him truthfully.

"I'll go and get you some of mine Nils. If you don't protect yourself in this heat, you'll be fried to a crisp in half an hour", he continued.

Before I could reply, Mr Sutherland was off inside, returning less than a minute later with some Factor 20.

He lobbed it towards me from the dividing fence. That kind of took me by surprise, but I caught the bottle nevertheless.

"Cheers", I said as I began to smear the cream liberally over my shoulders, arms, chest and torso. I could feel his eyes on me as I did so.

I bent over to do the bottom of my legs, making sure Mr Sutherland had a good view of my ass and then pushed the cap back down on the bottle before handing it back over to him.

"Thanks sir", I said.

"What about your back lad?", he questioned, "Can't forget that"

"I can't really reach", I told him truthfully.

"C'mere", he said. "I'll do it for you".

"Ok", I smiled.

I walked slowly to the fence and turned round.

I felt the cold cream being squeezed onto the skin between my shoulder blades. I shuddered slightly.

I closed my eyes as Mr Sutherland worked the cream into my skin. His hands were soft and my cock stirred as rubbed over my back in small circular motions.

What should have been over in seconds lasted much, much longer. He was clearly enjoying the experience as much as me.

The seconds turned to minutes and still he kept going, gently massaging my shoulders and back. It was fast becoming sexual.

I was about to turn to face him when my parent's car pulled up at the roadside.

"Fuck's sake", I muttered.

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By *ark_sentinelCouple 1 week ago

Andover

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By *illabongboy1971 OP Man 1 week ago

Penicuik

I felt Mr Sutherland's hands leave my back, as he too clocked my parent's car.

I turned to him.

"Thanks sir", I smiled. "I definitely won't get burned now".

He smiled back and nodded once.

As my parents made their way up the path to the back door of the house, I called to them and introduced the young History teacher as our new neighbour.

Neither my mum or dad were particularly fond of 'incomers' to the town, but, being a teacher gave him some 'kudos' and they exchanged pleasantries before heading inside.

If he was at all nervous about almost being caught massaging sun cream on my hairless teenage body, he certainly didn't show it.

I loved his confidence.

"Catch you later sir", I said as I followed my folks inside, hand in pocket to stop my cock pointing the way.

As I did so, I remember thinking that that was two missed opportunities with the teacher in one day. I was determined it'd be third time lucky.

Over dinner, we discussed our new neighbour, my mum remarking that he seemed "a decent sort" but "awfy difficult to understand" (I found that hilarious as the local accent in my home town is pretty much indecipherable 99% of the time- closer to 100% in my mum's case).

After we'd finished eating Mr Sutherland was still in his garden, doing his best to pull up the s from between the paving stones on his path.

I wanted him.

When my parents settled into their usual evening of TV news in the living room, I made my excuses and said I was heading out for a bit.

At that time of year, they drew the curtains on the window that faced the back garden to stop the evening sun's glare reflecting off the TV screen.

I wouldn't be seen.

I nonchalantly wandered back up to the back garden fence to where Mr Sutherland was. He was taking long slugs from a water bottle.

"Sir", I said "Can I bum a fag?"

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By *onmacMan 1 week ago

glasgow

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By *illabongboy1971 OP Man 1 week ago

Penicuik

The water he was drinking didn't stay in his mouth for long.

He coughed, spluttered, coughed again and spat the contents of his mouth onto the grass.

"Eh?", he questioned, wide-eyed and wiping some droplets from his chin.

"A fag- a cigarette", I said. "Could I cadge one from you?". Still looking perplexed, Mr Sutherland eventually cottoned on.

"Yeah, sure lad", he said, reaching into his back pocket.

"No, not here sir", I half whispered, glancing towards my parent's house. "Can we go round the side of your house?", I added. "My parents don't know that I smoke. They wouldn't ... you know... approve if they saw us"

"Sure lad, not a problem", he smiled.

I followed Mr Sutherland across the grass and round to the doorstep to his place, which was well out of site from my parent's house. We sat down side by side on his doorstep and sparked up.

"Not good for you lad, you being a tennis player an' that", he smiled, blowing the smoke from his first draw off to the side.

I winked. "I've got a few naughty habits sir", I grinned.

His relpy took me completely by surprise and had me immediately taking over the coughing and spluttering mantle.

"I know", he said.

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By *ornybarMan 1 week ago

clonmel

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manchester

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By *illabongboy1971 OP Man 1 week ago

Penicuik

I know", he said.

I coughed. I spluttered.

I was about to ask him what he meant but he spoke before I could get the words out.

"I saw you go in to the park bogs at lunchtime", he said, taking a long draw on his cig. "Followed you in. No-one else was in so I know it was you in the cubicle, looking out the peep-hole".

I was dumbstruck, couldn't form a single word, never mind a sentence of explanation or excuse. "I also heard you windin' up Scott in the shop after", he went on. "I know you followed me in".

"Oh", was all I could eventually muster.

"Does Scott know?", I asked.

"No", he said. "Not my place to tell him". "And.....", he trailed off for a moment. "I know you fucked that Dodds lad at that tennis competition".

"What?" I asked.

"I was stood outside the changing room door for ages before I came in to tell you your match was about to resume. Saw nothing, but heard everything".

I remember just sitting there, open-mouthed, the cigarette Mr Sutherland had given me burning down to ash.

I felt a mixture of shame and excitement.

He turned to face me. "'Orny little fokker aren't ya!?", he drawled, his Scouse accent, thicker than ever.

I'd been rumbled.

"You are 18 yeah?" he asked.

"Just", I replied.

Mr Sutherland stood up, pushed open the door to his house and walked into the hallway.

"So..... am I 'gerrin' a piece of what had Dodds squealing or...?, he teased, pushing the red nylon material of his Liverpool football shorts down over the top of his ass cheeks as he spoke.

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By *untooMan 1 week ago

manchester

Very good

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By *igtom 420Man 1 week ago

Midlothian

a great read looking forward to next bit

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By *illabongboy1971 OP Man 1 week ago

Penicuik

Mr Sutherland stood up, pushed open the door to his house and walked into the hallway.

"So..... am I 'gerrin' a piece of what had Dodds squealing or...?, he teased, pushing the red nylon material of his Liverpool football shorts down over his ass cheeks as he spoke.

My heart was almost thumping out of my chest. I couldn't think straight. Instinct took over and I just remember getting to my feet, trance-like, and following him down the hall.

"Sir", I said, "What about your girlfriend?"

"At her mum's place, babysitting her brother", Mr Sutherland replied assuredly.

He disappeared into a room on his right and, when I entered a few seconds later he was already sat on the side of his bed rubbing his crotch.

I stood in the doorway.

"C'mere lad", he said, patting the covers beside him.

My cock was straining in my shorts and, as I walked towards him, he reached out and took hold if it through the material. As he did so, he stood up and brought his face close to mine.

I put my hand round the back of the teacher's neck and pulled him close so his lips met mine.

The can only descrie the buzz as we connected as "truly electric"- because it genuinely tripped some kind of "switch" in my head, causing me to lose inhibitions and assume control.

I pushed my tongue deep into his mouth and he reciprocated. I pushed him backwards onto his bed and straddled him, pinning his arms to the duvet at his wrists.

I hovered my head above his, just far enough away that when he raised his head to kiss again, I was just out of reach.

"Kiss me again lad" he instructed, trying to reach my lips.

"Maybe", I grinned. "Maybe".

The look on his face and in his eyes changed. The confidence was gone, replaced with quizzical uncertainty.

"We do this my way Mr Sutherland" I smirked. "You got that.................Sir"?".

He gulped.

I said nothing.

He gulped again.

"Sure lad", he said.

I made him wait, just long enough to see uncertainty appear in his eyes.

I slowly lowered my lips on to his, brushing them gently, before moving to his neck, which I nuzzled and licked.

As I did so he started to gasp, to moan, to whimper. I'd found a sensitive spot.

Still pinning his arms down, I moved up to his left ear which I licked and then nibbled. I could feel him trembling beneath me. I remember loving the feeling of being in control as well as the feeling I was giving him.

"Fuck Nils lad", he gasped "Where did you learn to do that? You need to show me!"

"Who's the teacher now Sir?" I said.

"You are lad", he replied instantly.

I manoeuvred myself round so my groin was above his face, again out of his reach as his arms were how being held down by my legs.

I lowered my mouth onto his shiny red shorts and started to slurp on his cock through the material.

More groans, more appreciation.

My saliva and his leaking pre-cum soon resulted in his shorts being soaked.

I moved off him.

"Roll over", I instructed. "Get your ass in the air"

He obliged quickly.

I ran my palm over his ass cheeks and then traced my finger down the middle of the material towards his balls.

I don't know where it came from, but I suddenly had the urge to slap his ass.

Without warning him, I raised my hand and brought my palm down hard on his backside.

He cried out but kept his ass in place, moving it slightly from side to side.

"Who's a bad teacher?", I snapped.

"I am lad", he said.

As I went to spank him again, I noticed a small gap in the stitching of his shorts. I couldn't resist. I forced one index finger into the gap and then another as the stitching gave way. The gap became a hole. I pushed more fingers in and ripped the material apart leaving his hairless hole exposed and winking.

"Jeez Nils, that's next season's kit lad, them shorts are brand new!" he gasped.

"You want me to stop?" I asked, already being 100% sure of the answer.

"No lad, sorry, don't stop", he said.

Remembering how much Dwayne Dodds had loved my rimming skills, I immediately buried my tongue as deep as I could in Mr Sutherland's eager chute.

"Holy fuck Nils", he whimpered.

"You like that sir?", I asked.

"Yeah lad", he gasped.

I bit him lightly on each cheek causing him to writhe and squirm.

"Don't stop lad", he begged

But I did stop. I was in charge.

It was time for the teacher to learn that lesson. It was time for him to please me.

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By *cotty909Man 1 week ago

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By *untooMan 1 week ago

manchester

Fab

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clonmel

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glasgow

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By *illabongboy1971 OP Man 1 week ago

Penicuik

Don't stop lad", he begged

But I did stop.

It was time for Mr Sutherland to please me.

I moved away and instructed him to lie on his back with his head hanging over the side of the bed. He did so- without hesitation.

I shucked off my shorts and pushed my turgid tool into his warm, wet willing mouth. He gagged and spluttered and I saw his hands grab onto the duvet.

I kept sliding in until I was balls-deep and held it there.

Mr Sutherland's face reddened and his gagging intensified. I pulled out, allowed him a few gasps of air and then slid back in again. I could see the saliva running out of his mouth and over his face into his perfectly gelled blonde hair.

"Fuck my face", he gargled.

"Ask properly........sir", was my reply. It wasn't a question.

"Please fuck my face lad, please", he pleaded.

"That's better", I said.

With that, holding onto his hair with one hand and pressing down on his lithe, hairless chest with the other I proceeded to use his mouth roughly for my pleasure. I remember being extremely turned on by Mr Sutherland's dual discomfort and joy (could re-work a well known Christmas carol with that phrase haha).

Truth was-he was loving it as much as me. I also remember how horny his gasps and whimpers were when I pulled out and slapped his face with my cock.

I was 18, had only just lost my virginity and here I was using the teacher like I'd been domming for years.

"Right" I said, "I'm going to fuck you now. Get on your back. I need to cum".

In a flash, Mr Sutherland was flat on his back, knees up to his shoulders, held in place by his arms.

"Make your hole wink", I instructed.

He complied, but not to my satisfaction.

"For fucks sake sir, that's crap, put some fuckin effort into it!"

He complied.

"Maybe I'll just wank off over your hole", I grinned.

"No lad, please lad, I need you in me". He was begging.

The more he begged, the nastier I became.

I spat on his hole and wiped my pre-cum over it.

"Mmmmmmm", I continued to tease.

"Plea...", he began.

Before he could finish, I slid in.

Whatever he was going to say after the word please was replaced by a huge gasp and he slammed his head back onto the mattress.

"Shut the fuck up sir, just shut the fuck up".

I thought I'd maybe gone to far. I was wrong.

"Gizzit lad", he winced loudly, his Scouse accent thicker than ever.

"Gizzit really hard lad, really hard. Please lad?"

There were tears in the teacher's eyes.

I obliged. He moaned loudly with each thrust and as I increased the tempo, his moans became yelps.

"You like that sir?", I asked sarcastically. "Does the teacher like my bad boy-cock?"

That sent him over the edge, causing a huge load of cum to explode hands-free from his cock. The spurt arced upwards and decorated the headboard of the bed as well as his face and hair. The sight was too much for me and I emptied my load deep in his guts almost immediately. I collapsed on top of him and we both started to laugh- partly at the intensity of it all and partly with the relief that sexual satisfaction brings.

I moved off him and lay beside him on the bed.

"Fuck me, you were good lad", he said.

"Better than Scott Ryan?", I asked.

"You're top division, he's non league", he laughed.

I laughed too. I raised myself up on my right elbow, my intention was to kiss him, to let him know how much I'd enjoyed our session.

My lips never reached his.

Through a small gap in his bedroom curtains I could make out the shape of a face, part of a face, looking in....

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By *eltic123Man 1 week ago

Edinburgh

Brilliant

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By *untooMan 1 week ago

manchester

Yes, more please

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By *onmacMan 1 week ago

glasgow

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By *ark_sentinelCouple 1 week ago

Andover

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By *igtom 420Man 1 week ago

Midlothian

Cracking story, looking forward to finding out who's peeking

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By *illabongboy1971 OP Man 7 days ago

Penicuik

"Shit, there's someone at the window", I exclaimed.

"No way", Mr Sutherland gasped.

"Aye there is", I said.

What happened next could easily have been the inspiration for the opening scene for the movie "Four weddings and a funeral" -as we both lept from the bed and hopped around the bedroom shouting "Fuck" as we desperately searched for and pulled on clothes.

Mr Sutherland peered out of the gap between the curtains.

"Can't see anyone", he said.

"Fuckin freaked me out", I said, pulling on my trainers.

We made our way down the hall to his door.

I remember he put his finger over his lips to signal to me to be quiet. Hilarious looking back, as only minutes before we'd been having very noisy, uninhibited sex, and now, there we were tip-toeing around as if being silent was somehow going to help!

Mr Sutherland opened the door and stepped out into his side garden.

He returned moments later.

"No-one about lad", he said, "You sure there was someone at the window?"

"Nah", I said in an exaggerated sarcastic way, "I just made it up to ruin the moment and scare the shit out of you!".

Mr Sutherland smiled.

"Jeez", he said, "Folk in this town are seriously fucked up".

"Aye, ain't that the truth", I nodded.

Mr Sutherland handed me a cigarette as he lit one for himself and we sat down on his doorstep again to calm down and reflect.

He asked me if I'd any idea who'd been watching us and I admitted I'd no got a clue.

As we finished smoking, Pam, Mr Sutherland's girlfriend, rounded the hedge by the garden gate and headed up the path towards us.

She didn't look at all happy.

The colour drained from Mr Sutherland's face.

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By *ark_sentinelCouple 7 days ago

Andover

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By *illabongboy1971 OP Man 6 days ago

Penicuik

As we finished smoking, Pam, Mr Sutherland's girlfriend, rounded the hedge by the garden gate and headed up the path towards us.

She didn't look at all happy.

The colour drained from Mr Sutherland's face.

"A'rite pet?," he managed to stutter, "You're 'ome early?".

"We need to talk", she said wiping tears from her heavily made up eyes.

And with that, she manoeuvred her tiny frame between us and made her way into the house, closely followed by a frantic Mr Sutherland, who pulled the door closed behind him.

I was just left standing there, like a spare part. Not for the first time that day, I didn't know what to do.

I noticed Mr Sutherland had left his cigs and lighter on the doorstep so I took one and lit up.

My head was spinning as I wandered down the path to head home. Was it Pam at the window? How would Mr Sutherland explain his ripped Liverpool shorts? Had we left any other incriminating evidence in the bedroom?.

"Fuck", I mouthed.

I finished my cigarette at the corner of Mr Sutherland's street and mine, popped a mint into my mouth and headed into mine.

I watched a bit more of Wimbledon on the TV and had an early night. I fell asleep thinking of the events of the day and what tomorrow might bring.

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By *ark_sentinelCouple 6 days ago

Andover

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By *illabongboy1971 OP Man 6 days ago

Penicuik

I thought long and hard about 'making the next bit up', but, as I've already said, I'm not a writer so creating fiction is not something I'm able to do- at all. I've therefore decided to go with a factual,(boring) account of the following day. Apologies if it disappoints).

I remember my dreams that night being an intertwined combination of the previous day and my sex session with Blane Dodds. A heady mixture which caused both a wet dream and serious morning wood.

Pulling on last night's shorts, I made my way shirtless to the kitchen for a cuppa. The back door was open to let air into the house as it's design and build were such that, on hot summer days, it quickly became unbearably hot inside.

No sooner had my parents left for work, Mr Sutherland appeared at the door.

He'd obviously been waiting to time his visit. Ashen faced, he explained that his girlfriend's mum had had a stroke at bingo the evening before and that he and Pam had spent the night at the hospital awaiting news. He was only back home fleetingly to pack some essentials before returning to the hospital.

It most certainly hadn't been Pam who'd watched us fucking through the window, which was a relief, but obviously the "goal posts" had moved for the time being at least- i.e- his mind and focus needed to be on his girlfriend and family.

I totally understood.

"Are you going to tell anyone?", he asked quietly.

"No", I reassured him. "I hope everything works out".

"Thanks lad", he said. "You're a good lad for sure".

With that, he turned, walked up to the top of my garden, straddled the fence and disappeared into his house.

It was another blisteringly hot morning. I remember only feeling genuine concern for what he was going through mixed with a sizeable pang of guilt for what we'd done the previous evening.

That said, I hoped I'd see him again, and not just in the sense of "seeing him" in his garden.

(I do have other accounts of early and later sexual experiences which I'm happy to share if there's enough interest. It takes a long, long time to write these accounts truthfully, in detail and with accurate(ish) punctuation and grammar. I appreciate the comments people have left here in the Forum and also the many, many messages that folks have sent privately. Hope to hear from you horny boys and girls.)

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By *ark_sentinelCouple 5 days ago

Andover

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