Full circle

When I started my apprenticeship in a shipyard in North East England aged 16, I was assigned to a journeyman fitter called Joe who must have been about 60.
Obviously, working closely with someone every day, you either get on or get out. Luckily, Joe was easy going and we got on well. As time went on, he would ask about what I got up to at the weekends. This was normal conversation, but Joe started getting more personal, asking if I had 'scored' with any lasses and, when I had, how far I had got with them. I was a bit embarrassed at first but being spoken to like a man about 'adult' things made it easier. I liked girls, but didn't seem to have much luck. So, when Joe asked if I fancied coming around to his house one Saturday evening, I felt properly grown up.
When I arrived, as well as Joe, there were about 5 other men I recognised from work, all about Joe's age. Everbody was very friendly and there was plenty of drink. I was included in the various conversations and they made sure that I always had something to drink. Not being used to alcohol, I was soon very 'relaxed' and ended up sitting on a sofa between Joe and a man called Pete. They were cracking jokes and, at one point, Joe put his arm across my shoulders. I was so drunk that I didn't mind. It even seemed quite natural when Pete slapped my thigh at a particularly funny punchline and left his hand there. I was pretty woozy by now and I felt quite detached as Joe leaned across and kissed me on the lips. 'There now,' he said, 'you don't need to waste your time chasing after those stupid, little tarts, do you?' Hazily, I agreed and lay back as he kissed me again. As he felt me respond, he said, 'We can do more for you than this - if you want.' Warm, comfortable, drunk and the centre of attention, I just murmured, 'yeah, sure,' as Pete ran his hand up my thigh and rubbed my cock and balls. While he was doing that, Joe was unbuttoning my shirt while he kissed me and someone else was taking my shoes off. 'Good boy,' Joe said as I leaned forward to let him pull my shirt off. Then somebody leaned in and unfastened my belt and jeans button then pulled the zip down. I felt myself being pulled to my feet and then I was being helped up onto a coffee table. 'You'll need to hold me up,' I giggled, 'I'm too drunk!'
'Don't worry, we'll take care of you,' said Joe. Someone stood behind me and kept me steady while Joe pulled my jeans and underpants down. Dimly, I realised the wolf whistles were for me and I felt a glow of pleasure.
I stood, naked, on the table and then felt hands stroking me all over. Joe stood directly in front of me, placed his hands on my hips, leaned forward and took my cock into his mouth and sucked. I had never been sucked before and I couldn't suppress a moan of pleasure as my cock slowly slid into his warm, wet, mouth. 'Do you like that, son?' somebody asked. 'Yes, it's fantastic!' Then, they each took a turn sucking my cock and I was surprised how different each one felt. One used his tongue as he sucked, another squeezed my balls and ran his finger across my anus, yet another bobbed his head vigorously as he sucked strongly. While this was happening, I was vaguely aware of hands and lips all over me, legs, belly, buttocks and back and I relished the sensations. Opening my eyes, I could see that a couple of them had their trousers off and were masterbating as they watched what was being done to me. I guess they must have all had a turn sucking my cock as Joe said, not unkindly, 'come on down, hinny, it's your turn now.' Carefully, I was helped off the table and gently pressed to my knees. When the first cock was presented to me, I knew what was expected of me and I opened my mouth - and my eyes!- wide as a seemingly huge, purple-headed, thick veined penis homed in on my waiting mouth. Somehow, I managed to get it inside and quickly synchronised my sucking to his thrusts. After a while, somebody said, 'come on Jackie, we all want a turn man!' I greedily gulped fresh air as the monster was removed, only to be replaced by another one. As I sucked, Jackie took my hand and placed it around his cock, helping me to wank him.
When the second man was finished, he took Jackie's place and he moved to my other side so that I was always sucking one cock and wanking two others.
When they had all fucked my mouth, somebody said, 'get him over that table, I want his arse!' I was so far gone that I just wanted cock however they wanted to give it to me, but Joe said, 'no, not tonight. Give the lad a chance he's never done this before. If anybody wants to finger him - gently mind! - two knuckles deep only, I'll get the cream...'
I was gently turned around and stretched along the coffee table. One of the men was sitting across the table and he guided my head onto his cock. I felt my buttocks being spread and then a delightful, cooling sensation as something was spread over my anus before there was a pressure at the hole. I concentrated on the cock in my mouth to help me relax as something slid into my virgin hole. 'Remember, two knuckles only Billy,' Joe said, and the finger began to slide in and out. 'Look at that!' someone exclaimed, 'he's lifting up for it.' 'Aye, and if we take it easy, he'll be more likely to come back. So don't spoil it!'
Two or three of the others had a poke and, I admit, I was pushing back to try and get it deeper, but they resisted. Just then, I heard a groan and felt something splatter across my buttocks and back. 'Me and all!' 'And me!' Soon I could feel a warm, thick, fluid running down my sides and legs as well as down the crack of my arse and dripping off my balls. There were several exclamations of relief and then somebody was wiping me down with a warm facecloth and drying me.
Everyone began dressing and Joe handed me my own clothes. As I put them back on, Joe asked with a smile, 'wasn't that better than wasting your time and money hunting for fanny?' I had to agree that it had been pretty amazing. 'Would you like to come back again?' Shyly, I said that I would. 'Good lad. Well, we had a whip round to compensate you for missing your night out, so this is for you.' I was amazed to receive £10 - nearly a week's wages. 'I don't suppose I need to tell you to keep quiet about this, do I?' 'No, of course not, Joe,' I replied.
I had another quick drink and that was the end of that night.
Strangely, neither Joe nor the others ever said anything about it at work, just normal talk about the job and football. I was 'invited' once a month and the rest of the time, I had plenty of money for 'fanny hunting'! And I was quite successful. After about 3 years, I met a lovely girl, got engaged and married and gave up the monthly sessions.
The title of this confession - Full Circle? Well, now I'm a 75 year old widower and, since I can't attract young women anymore, I found out that one of my old workmates is part of a group who have successfully persuaded a lovely 17 year old apprentice from our factory to spend Saturday evenings with them and I am invited too! He reminds me of myself when I was his age. Hope he enjoys it as much as I did way back then.

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