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By *hessub OP Man
4 days ago
within 7 miles of Nantwich |
Although it was many years ago I can still remember my first experience of being a Sub.
I was in my late teens, not extremely sexually experienced but I knew what I liked.
After a night out with a couple of my mates, we were walking home to our village after the pub in the next town had closed, when a car pulled up along side us in the lane.
We'd been larking about on the way home so wondered whether we were going to get a lecture from someone for the noise we'd been making.
The man who was driving wound down the window and asked us where we were going. We told him. That's another mile or so he replied, want a lift. We jumped at the chance, I got in the front, the other two in the back and we set off.
He was a friendly guy, chatted to us all on the short drive. My mates houses were first and I went to get out with them when Steve said, your house isn't here, give him a lift home he said to the man driving. I wanted to get out with them but he said he would drive me home, so my mates left.
I told him where to drop me off, he smiled and asked if I fancied a drink at his. At first I said no, he said come on just a quick one, so I agreed.
His house was another mile or so, we chatted and he told me a little about himself. He was widowed, had been a school master but was now retired.
We arrived at his house which was a large detached house with a long pebbled drive. Walking into the house it was obvious he was fairly wealthy, an enteance hall with numerous doors keading off it.
We headed for the end doir which was the kitchen. He poured himself a scotch and me a bottle of beer. I followed him and we went into the lounge, a large room with green leather settees and chairs.
He pointed to a settee and I sat down. He sat next to me. We chatted, sipping our drinks. I noticed that he had mived closer to me, then as we were chatting and laughing his hand landed on my knee. I froze, not sure why he was so close. His hand moved onto the inside of my thigh. I remember my cock twitching.
Confused I tried to move. He looked at me, smiled, and said I was a good looking boy. Strangely, my cock started to stir in ky jeans, I was confused, why was I feeling this way.
I like you he said, I'm looking for a young guy to help me with the garden. I'd pay you!
I was more interested now, extra money was always welcome, yes I'd be interested I replied.
Completely out of the blue he moved his hand to my cock, squeezeing he said, something is interested. I tried to move away, but he stopped me. Look, I'm lonely and in need of some comfort, how about you relax and we get to know each other better. Moving he pulled out his wallet, here's £10, hope that will make you relax more.
Should I continue?
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