Groomed at young age by 22 yr old Pt 2

After taking my virginity it was suppose to be my turn to do him but instead he thought he heard something and told me he was going to check it out

I want to say I waited for him to return for over 5 minutes. All that time, I remained in the same position he left me. On my hands and knees. It’s like I was waiting on Robert or someone to come in and do me again. While I waited my thoughts had turn to what had just happened to me. How I gave myself up to this man and enjoyed being used in that way. All the time my mind wondered off on the details of my experience, I played w/ my little dick. Someway I knew that when he left he was not coming back but I remained as he left me. I continued jerking my dick and focusing on that initial piercing hot pain and how it felt ripping me open. The intensity of that thought brought me to orgasm and it was the best climax ever to date. I touched my hole feeling my index finger entering it and had a spasm as I fingered myself. I remained in the same position a few minutes more, I don’t really know why. But it was a good thing I finally got up and dressed cause just as I buckled my belt, a middle aged woman entered the apt. She looked at me with a giggly smile and never saying a word as she walked through the living room where I was standing and entered the bathroom.

I left the apt immediately as she closed the door to the bathroom and wandered if she knew what had happened in that living room. Years later I still thought about it and thought why would she giggle as she looked at me and not say a word to me and proceed to the bathroom.
That’s me – I’ll continue pondering on a situation that may have happen sometime ago until I can determine a solution if possible. My theory is that it is completely possible that she seen me getting fucked in the ass. That noise that Robert heard? Well I believe it was the woman leaving the apartment. It is possible she heard our low voices and Robert’s moaning of pleasure as he drilled me or my low controlled strains. So she came in cautiously and insured she made no noise. Once she spotted the scene may had enjoyed watching it a bit then left. Then when she saw Robert, the older guy leave, she found it safe and curious about seeing the young boy who had given up his butthole.

My butt was sore as I walked back to my neighborhood and at some point began to feel wet back there. By the time I got to my building’s stoop I could feel my jeans were wet through-and-through by the feel of my fingers. I became concern that it might be blood. That Robert’s huge cock had ripped my butt for real. Afterall, I was just a young kid and was thinking the worse. I hurried up to our apt and quickly rushed into the bathroom to prevent mom from accidentally seeing my wet pants in case it really was blood.

I pulled my pants and whities down and immediately saw that it wasn’t blood but my whities were wet. I felt it w/ my fingers and smelled it. There was no distinct smell but it was gooey- you know, soft and sticky? As I sat on the toilet I fingered my my butthole and managed to get a small amount on my finger. I had it between my index finger and thumb and was playing w/ it. It suddenly dawned on me that all that fluid was Robert’s cum. As I realized this, my dick was getting hard again. As I thought of the experience I had gone through earlier I began to jerk off again and had a strong orgasm.

The following day i was back down at the stoop hoping to see Robert but he didn’t show. No big deal, there was always tomorrow. Tomorrow never came. After sitting around for over a week, I didn’t expect to see Robert or feel his cock in me again. Maybe he did see that woman and got spooked thinking she may say something.

Dad owned the apartment house we lived in and I liked spending time in the backyard with our German Shepherd. The house next to ours also had a yard with a basketball hoop where the owners son, Poncho (fictitious name) played ball w/ his friends. They were about 10 yrs older than I and he pretty much ignored me. But after Robert had left the scene, suddenly Poncho stopped by the stoop and sat down. He asked me how I been and I responded, “okay”. There wasn’t any conversation, he just came out and said, “I heard you like cock up your ass”. I turned my head quickly towards him and stared him wide eyed. I didn’t know what to say and I also was asking myself how he knew that? “Well is it true?”, was his next question. Then he told me Robert had told him and I quickly asked him where Robert was. He told me Robert wasn’t coming around anymore but he wanted someone to know about you. “So you wanna fuck?”, I shrugged my shoulders but said nothing. I felt embarrassed about the situation. I don’t know why because at the thought of having another cock in me my insides began heating up again.

Poncho’s dad had a grocery store on the 1st floor of their building and the remainder of the apt that was not occupied by the store they made into a one bedroom apt. It was here where Poncho would use me. He began by introducing me to pornography. We would play with our cocks while looking at the porno mags then when we were hard we would masterbate each other for a while before he went down on me. I was not expecting him doing anything to me. I was under the impression I was gonna be his bitch. The blow job was great and he swallowed my load. Now it was his turn and I told him I do not suck cock. I just wasn’t ready for it but he had no problems with it as long as he blew his nut deep inside my butthole. I would’ve sucked Robert’s if he asked me but i was not ready for Poncho’s for some reason. I was surprised of how excited I was at being fucked again though. Maybe I truly was a faggot from the get go…

So l layed on my belly on the bed he had in the apartment and he told me to spread my cheeks. He slipped some lubricant on my hole and fingered me a bit before he began fucking me. I was not expecting much pain from him since he was no where near the size of Robert. It was long though, about 7″ but there was no girth like I felt from Robert. It was around the third time he had me that I began taking his full length. Pancho was fucking me steadily 3 to 4 times a week sometimes more. After sometime I told him he didn’t have to suck me all the time and so I truly became his bitch.

I first heard the term “faggot” when we were with his friend Frank after we left their friend’s apartment. This woman was about 24 and began dancing with Frank and making out with him while her husband was in their bedroom and we’re in the living room. After a few minutes it was Ponchos turn. She made out w/ him and when he was done she asked me if I wanted to make out. I was shy, embarrassed, nervous and never had ever made out w/ a girl let alone a woman her age and while her husband was two rooms away? I didn’t feel good about doing it mostly I guess due to embarrassment and inexperience. On the way out I overheard Frank ask Poncho, “is he a faggot?”. I turned to look at them both and was hurt and embarrassed again. I left them once out the building and I never let Poncho fuck me again. Maybe I was or I am a faggot, I don’t know. As I said before I was married and have adult children and really enjoy doing it with woman but I truly love cock too. So what is it? Can anyone help me out here?

Part 3 will most likely have a slightly different title but still the same story of my young life.
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