Mr. TUBESOCKS

What with gay Pride and everything here, it bought about some conversations over the weekend while at World Pride. It was about our coming outs and or first times for sex. What better time to regale another Tale from the Boudoir. First off know the Mistress was never in the closet kids. I was born out, and an early bloomer. I think I was born with a high libido also. Which over the years has gotten me into and out of trouble. 

My first earliest memory was in grade school and later in middle school with some slap and tickle, and a few "explorations" of a few boys at sleep overs. But the real piece de la resistance came from what could have been a huge scandal that would have surely rocked the neighborhood bitches. In middle school I was good friends with this guy named Bill. We were cut from the same cloth. Both pickle kissers. It was where I think we both learned more about the cock and delights from other acts. While we weren't joined at the hip, we were together a lot. But if truth be told, if was his Dad, that really got my attention...to stand at attention if you know what I'm saying. For a few years I thought his dad must know and see my hunger. I meanwhile, I must have looked like Chrissy Metz being held back from a Krispy Kreme joint. I never told my friend, but the real reason I loved going over to his house was because of his hot dad! I'd find any excuse to go over to his house too. When not working, all his dad's time was spent working out. He had big arms, big legs, and a hot body for a dad I thought. Then there was the porn stanche!  In hot months he lived in shorts and tube socks. And it was hot. A few times he caught us on several occasions at night enjoying each other, and then that would kill the mood. It wasn't till high school, and Bill's parents divorced, that things changed. In my sophomore year I recall going over to Bills, I rang the bell and ask if Bill wanted to hang out, only to be told by his father he was at his mother's all week. He asked me to come in anyhow and enjoy the pool. He gave me one of Bills swimsuits and we changed. Need I say more about seeing his dad and I change into swimsuits?  Talk and innuendo ensued with some light touching, but nothing happened till a few weeks later, when Bill was supposed to be out till late. I knew this. But my web was spun girls. I acted as though I was returning something of Bills knowing full well his Dad would invite me in. Sure, is shit, he had on shorts and tube socks. His eyes were looking all over my body, I could tell. This long cat and mouse game was finally going to come to an end. He sensed my stirring and urgings, and there was no hiding my excitement.  It wasn't long till his arms placed me on the sofa. Kissing ensued, hadns were rubbing all over, and our bulges were poking at each other, and then the clothes came off, and let's say the afternoon heat, being naked, and his hot body, and very nice manhood, all conspired to make for an afternoon of enchantment. He was the first man to really kiss me good, not to mention my first time going whole hog...the whole nine yards, things to make my toes curl.... no longer a virgin kids!!! Not to be TMI, but I can still recall that perfect cock. When we finished, we laid on the sofa, where his muscles were flexing in the light, I got hot again, and we ended up masturbating till we climaxed. Before I left, I was stoking his chest and feeling him up again, and I let him force his tongue down my throat before leaving. This happened a dozen times or so over the course of the year, till Bill walked in once, and the jig was up. As you guessed the friendship severed. I mean I had had sex with my friend, and then his father, many years my senior. I saw his father maybe once or twice after the blow up, and I asked him if I could have a picture of him to remember him by since it was best to not continue fucking. Ok, ok Spank Bank material!!!  And yes... I still had it! Hey... come on, I'm sentimental what can I say. The visual aide...

To my knowledge, my mother said he is still in the area. He is now 79 years old. And NO my family never learned of our affair, at least not till the memoirs come out. I mean he was friends with my father. And to this day, it's why whenever I see tube socks it gives me an instant erection and gets hot me!!! I can't even go down the sock aisle!