Chapter 3

Daddy contacted me quickly afterwards and said he wanted to meet again, which we did in September 15th. It was a very quick meet in his car where I eagerly sucked him again. At times he was really pushing my head deep down on his cock calling me a whore, at others treating me really well. He was looking at very old photos of me that I had brought with me at his request while I served his cock and he came quite hard in my mouth. He took pics of the photos and said he was looking to sort out some fun. I left feeling very happy.

Four days later he asked me to take a day off work as he had something arranged. I was nervous, but obeyed.

On September 31st he took me to Sunderland to meet a friend. We actually met him in a little boat on the river.

They had obviously been chatting about me and he had seen my old photos. It was straight in with them talking about me and how I first started sucking cock and that they knew what I was really after being a little whore.

I stripped in the cabin while they talked about me. I felt very vulnerable but oddly powerful. The boat was right by the river path and it wasn’t that warm, but I was hot enough it wasn’t a problem. I did feel a little exposed, but the cabin gave some cover and I don’t think the few people who were around saw anything.

I sucked and was fucked bare by both of them. Cream applied to my ass before taking them fully to finish. I was such a slut.

Afterwards we sat and chatted more as adults. They were very interested in me sucking when I was younger and this got me asking about how they started as they are both very mens men and not at all camp or gay in how they are. The man with the boat was an ex miner, and he said when he worked down the mine that male sex was very accepted and used to happen in the seams. It wasn’t as open when he was there in the 80s as work was more controlled but it still happened n the working mens clubs, allotments and pigeon lofts and the men would go back to their wives at the end of the day. My “daddy” was an ex steelworker and driver and had similar stories on the trucks. It’s not how I would have imagined it!

Again I felt like a 15yo, and I returned to my wife with a youthful glow.