I was 18 and going to be 19 in a few months. The legal age for sexual acts between men at this time was 21.
Having moved away for 2 years I returned to live at home. My sister was dating a guy I knew by sight but not by name. I knew his last name as his sister was in my class at school but he was a couple of years older. The housing estate we lived on was new and still being developed. The older kids had to go to another school on an established estate as the high school I attended with his sister was not built in time for him to be a pupil.
He often met his sister from school. I used to see him on his racing bike at the top of the school lane waiting for her. He was a DJ, not in the modern sense. He ran school discos for younger kids around the local area and his dad drove him around. When I got to know him I found out the reason his dad drove him about was because he was epileptic.
He had a hefty bulge in his patch pocket trousers which perfectly set out his store of goods and a very pert arse. I once saw him cum in our kitchen/diner. My sister was teasing him. I came in through the back door from the garden and his release pumped through his pants and trousers and lay on the material of his upper thigh for me to see. He was not embarrassed.
My grandfather was away in Spain or Malta with his brother and sister. They did this for 13 weeks every winter. Coming back in time to collect their old age pension. My sister and I with her boyfriend in tow went over to my grandfather’s to move the post and check his home was secure.
The boyfriend leaned over the fridge door and looked inside. He was so perfectly bent over and the material of his trousers was taut from the stretch. At school as children, we flicked each other’s arses to inflict maximum pain with minimum touch. A quick flick that just grazed the material and the skin using the merest contact with the nail from the fingers could cause the butch-est of lads to squeal and jump. It did with him, he yelped and looked at me in a way that expressed his displeasure.
At the end of the night (usually around 10 PM) it had become my duty to walk him home. This was a precaution as his epilepsy was not under control and by this time my sister was usually bored with him. As we walked through the houses I suddenly felt a searing pain and realised he had spanked my arse. He looked at me and smiled, telling me he had waited all day to do that. This punishment continued as we walked the 10 minutes to his home.
At the last but one turn in a darkened alleyway he pushed me up against the fence of a neighbouring property to his parents. I could feel his excitement pressing against me and struggling to be free of the restraints of his underwear and trousers. His face was close up to mine and he leaned in to kiss me. There was the noise of a dog sniffing against the fences and then relieving itself and a nearby resident moved into view. We stood silently moving apart from each other and the moment had passed.
I walked him to his door. He asked me to come over in the morning. Telling me he would be up from 8.30, by this time his dad would have already left for work. I could watch out for his mom to leave and then knock.
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