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, 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 ad 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 courts and, 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' to Stuart and a very touching chat where he made it quite clear that, as shocked as he was at me being gay, it in no way was going to affect our friendship.
After agreeing to meet up the following afternoon to watch a bit of Wimbledon on the TV, Stuart headed 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 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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