Johnathan‘s body glowed in the lamplight, his tousled blonde hair and boyish looks never failed to arouse me. In a perverted, strange way, it was his similarity to Chas that had first attracted me.

My golden boy, my Adonis.

He was the male version of her.

I had attended a private, boarding school for boys.

Whether my sexuality was determined by my years there or whether it was always meant to be, I will never know.

My school years were certainly educational. I excelled at languages and business studies, but I could not, in all honesty, be described as academic.

Sport filled me with horror, but I learned early on the thrill of changing rooms, shared showers and fit masculine bodies. I endured rugby training purely for those moments. I was never going to be selected for the third XV, let alone the first.

My first sexual encounter happened in my first year when I was sixteen years old. I was always going to be the target of some older, bigger male.

I had gone to the changing rooms after a match on a so-called errand. One of the team had left his watch behind. No watch was there, but the captain of the first XV was. He was in his fifth year. He was wearing only a towel and a smile.

“Lost something, Jonesy? Perhaps it's in the shower area. I'll show you the way.”

I followed him into the tiled area, where there were open showers and a sunken bath. No place for modesty and privacy here. The bath was full with steam rising. The atmosphere was hot, steamy, and something else, which I can now identify as testosterone.

I was wearing my uniform of grey trousers, white shirt and red tie. The heat was quite intense.

“Let me help you, Jonesy, you look overheated.”

I sensed that somehow, there was no lost watch and that this was no chance encounter.

A set-up.

I felt a tingle in my groin. I was only first year, but I knew about sex and the extra-curricular activities that happened. I couldn't believe my luck that I was going to lose my virginity to the hottest, most fancied guy in the school.

I moved towards him. He untied my tie, unbuttoned my shirt and slid it off my shoulders.

The tingling grew, and my breathing became laboured. He stroked my face and hair, then firmly kissed my parted lips. Then his hands found the button of my trousers, opened them, and released the zip. They fell to the ground in a heap. By this time my boxers were wet and my penis was straining to get out. The kissing stopped, and the hands moved inside to stroke and caress my throbbing cock. With a deft pull, my boxers lay at my feet too. I was gasping for breath by now.

He told me to step out of the offending garments and remove my shoes and socks. Clumsily, I obeyed. He instructed me to unwrap his towel.

It dropped to the floor too. He towered naked above me, like some kind of god. His torso was ripped, muscled, and hairless, but my eyes just stared at his manhood. Sure, I had seen cocks before, but usually the more adolescent, hairless tubes of my peers. I had always prided myself that I was more advanced than them, Sporting a healthy growth of black pubic hair and a reasonable sized cock. For a moment, I felt apprehension, maybe fear? He was big.

Would this hurt? My hole had never even been fingered. Virgin territory.

He took my hands and guided them to his erect penis. I was a quick learner. His hands were on my cock and I mirrored his movements.

“Bath time, Jonesy.”

We stepped into the warm, steaming water.

He kissed me again in a more demanding way and his movements on my penis became more urgent. Then in a swift movement, he lifted me up and over the edge of the bath, face down, on the tiled floor, butt in the air. He was soaping my body, starting at my shoulders and working his way downwards.

I felt his hands reach my buttocks. I'm sure I stopped breathing. Firmly, he grasped them, moved my legs wider, and spread me open, continuing to lather me. Then his finger rotated the entrance before plunging in.

I gave a yelp of pain, but he didn't stop. I did not want him to.

“No pain, no gain, Jonesy.”

Then two fingers stretched me wider. It hurt, but bizarrely, I loved it. He then moved me fully onto the tiled floor, and he straddled me. I could feel his pulsing penis on my cheeks. There was no turning back now.

My whole body was quivering in anticipation, then with a thrust, he entered me. A struggle to begin with, but the soap, or was it something else?? And his fingers had lubricated me. He thrust determinedly and I felt my penis explode in my first orgasm, the juices flowing over the tiled floor.

Now it was his turn. His body shook and his warmth filled me before it too spilled and mingled with mine. Ecstasy, and a milestone in my journey of sexual discovery.

*****

My thoughts briefly turned to Chas. Beautiful, alluring, clever lady. But not where my desires lay. I knew to further my career that she would be an asset. We met at University and married young. I endured sex with her, but never relished or sought it. We got on well enough, apart from the lack of intimacy. We were both so focussed on our careers that our marriage lost priority.

I had sensed restlessness and discontent in her since she began working at Scott's. It coincided with my affair with Johnathan starting. I felt a fleeting pang of regret at my cowardly ending of our marriage and the stark letter which I had left for her on the table in the hall.

Was she home? Had she read it? Enough. I had more important and urgent matters to deal with as the throbbing of my penis grew.

I was in no mood for patience or preamble. The thrill of knowing I was free and the finalising of my plan needed a quick release; the champagne and romance could wait. My needs couldn't.

I stripped off my clothes and uncharacteristically left them in a heap on the floor. I lay down with Johnathan, kissing him with a passion and urgency that I had never shown with Chas. Unlike that first time, I was in control. Roughly, I pushed Johnathan over till he was spreadeagled on the bed, and I mounted and entered my willing golden Adonis.

The night had just begun…

*****

Morning dawned in Aberdeen. The snow had stopped, and the roads were clear. Inside the smart apartment block, a key turned in the lock. The door opened to reveal that there were no occupants inside. Everything was immaculate. Something caught my eye. An envelope was on the hall table. I recognised the bold black handwriting indicating the letter was intended for...

Chastity Jones

Without hesitation, I tore it open to read the contents. The fact that the letter was for my daughter-in-law and written by my darling son mattered not a bit to me...