Detour from my BF
"Morning, babe", my boyfriend Nate murmured to me as he softly kissed me on the cheek. I responded in kind, kissing him on the lips as we continued to hold each other around our warm naked bodies.
"Mmmmmm and good morning Nate junior" I laughed, grabbing his big hard dick that was poking into my stomach. Nate kicked off the flimsy sheets that covered us as I kissed my way down his tanned swimmer's body, soon sucking lovingly on his schlong. He gently grabbed my head and held it as he thrust his cock back and forth in my mouth. He then flipped me on my back, threw my legs over his shoulders and plunged his best asset into me, hungrily thrusting as if we hadn't had sex in a month.
In fact we'd had sex several times a day for the past year. Nate was a bit of a surfer dude, with short, fluffy blonde sun bleached hair; a nice round face with huge friendly blue eyes and even bigger soft, kissable lips; a beautiful lean and toned body; and of course his 8.5 inch dick. I could never tire of welcoming such a gorgeous creature into my body, but as I laid back getting pounded it gave me time to ponder the last year of my life.
I had pretty much given up everything to be with Nate. I had left behind my friends and family; my job; my law degree (which I had every intention of resuming one day) and most of my favourite clothes and belongings. I fell in love with Nate so much I accompanied him on his road trip around Australia. His surfboard took up most of the room in his van, leaving little space for anything else, including the luxuries I had grown accustomed to during the 27 years of my life.
I had met Nate online as a teenager. Even then he lived near the beach; and I planned to travel the almost 2 hour bus ride down to the big mall near him to meet him in person. I 'joked' that I was going to drag him into the toilets and suck off that thick juicy cock of his. I expected a "let's wait and see what happens" type of response but he was seriously happy to let me do it. The truth was we hadn't exchanged dick pics, but he was such a hottie how could be not have an impressive tool?
But somehow, I slept in that day and missed the bus. We never met, nor did we speak again. Until I recognised him at a party and made my move. He didn't recognise me, and I'm not sure if I lied by omission by not telling him. Although I wasn't old, I had imagined myself being the older guy taking a younger piece of arm candy under my wing. Nate was only a year older than me, but it felt like my vision had been reversed; and it was nice having someone with maturity taking care of me.
Flashback over. As he stopped to apply more lube I sat up, pushed Nate on his back and climbed over him, letting my ass do the work as I rode him. Nate groaned in pleasure; his eyes rolling back. I lent over and kissed him; running my hands through his hair. It felt nice, despite needing a proper wash.
My ass worked its magic and I extracted a nice big creamy load out of him. Nate laid there, catching his breath as he reached for his wallet and threw it over to me.
"I think it's time for breakfast, babe."
"Back soon." I said, kissing him as I climbed out the back of the van. After being together 24/7 for a year I knew what he liked and disliked to eat.
As I walked up the street to our favourite café, I heard someone say to me: "Fancy seeing you here."
I turned to see a familiar face. Unfortunately not one of my friends from home, but a cute young teenage boy I had met recently named Philip. As much as I loved to sit on the beach watching Nate surf, I desperately needed some retail therapy. Nothing big; just a nice bottle of designer fragrance and maybe some new tees and sexy underwear (though Nate would probably have both ripped off me soon enough anyway) I could stuff into my already bulging Prada travel bag.
I began to recall that day: as I walked through the mall I spotted a marketing stall. I knew they were only doing their job, but tried to avoid it anyway. Until I saw the cute guy trying to earn some commission - I was definitely willing to hear his sales pitch while I observed his beauty. Actually, he reminded me of a younger, classier Nate, which helped get my attention.
He asked if I was interested in studying a business course with whoever it was he worked for; which I wasn't. I explained I was happy with my law degree; but Philip remained persistent to get my number so someone could "explain my options" to me. Although he was a marketer, I could swear he wanted my number for his own personal use. I gave in and filled out the form, telling him he was only getting my number if it was him that called me. I never did hear from Philip (or another representative of the college). I like to think he beat his meat over me and accidentally jizzed on the form, smudging my number lol.
Flashback over. Again. "Yeah, I'm just getting something for my man and I to eat."
"You have a boyfriend?" Philip asked. I was probably imagining things but there seemed to be something about the way he said it.
"Geez, don't sound so surprised." I snapped. By comparison to Nate and Philip I was just an average Joe and sometimes wondered how I ended up with such a dream guy. Maybe Philip was just trying to earn that commission after all.
"Sorry, I didn't mean it like that. I'm disappointed to hear you're taken". He said. That piqued my curiosity. "I've been wanting to call you but I'm embarrassed to admit I'm a little bit shy."
Awwwww. I just wanted to give the sweetie a big hug right then and there. Then something came over me - I told him to come with me as I headed towards the public toilet block in the small town square across the next street. Philip followed me into a cubicle; I had barely locked the door behind us with one hand as the other was already feeling him up as I pashed the hell out of him. Like most skinny boys he had a nice long suck-worthy cock. The boy was so horny he erupted in just under 2 minutes.
I then pushed him against the back wall as he stood with the toilet in between his legs. I wrapped my arms around his waist in a tight bear hug as I started fucking his tight little hole. His hands leaned against the wall to steady himself as I lifted his left foot up onto the toilet seat for extra support. My hands then slid up under his tee as I caressed his body while I kissed his neck. I then grabbed his dick and jerked him off as my cock showed him how much it enjoyed being somewhere new.
The toilets echoed and his desperate moans were starting to get a little loud so I placed my hand over his mouth to silence him. But it wasn't for long as I soon came. I just had to kiss him one last time before we pulled up our pants and left.
But some tough, yet insanely sexy guy spotted us exiting the cubicle together and backed us back in, wanting to get a piece of the action. He had black spiky hair and wore black ray ban wayfarers, concealing his identity. He muscular arms were tattooed. He opened his jeans, letting his huge cock flop out as Philip and I got on our knees and licked it simultaneously before we swapped between one of us sucking it while the other sucked his balls.
Then he asked which one of us wanted to be fucked first. While Philip and I struggled to decide, the random guy walked out, dick still exposed and highly visible to anyone who could have walked in, to one of those small vending machines you often see on bathroom walls and purchased a condom.
"Why sell them here if we aren't meant to use them here." He said as decided to take Philip first. After planting himself deep inside, the guy lifted Philip up by the legs, holding him up off the ground as he continued to thrust his pole up and down Philip's passage. After giving Philip's pipe a good, lengthy cleaning, the guy tossed off the condom and purchased a fresh one to use on me. He threw me against the wall before ramming his way into me, much the same way I'd done Philip.
Nearing his conclusion, the guy pulled out and flicked off this condom too and told us to get on our knees. Seconds later he was waving his dick around as his cum spurted across Philip's and my faces. He quickly left as Philip and I cleaned ourselves up. We commented how fun it had been but went our separate ways.
As I waited at the café for my order, I had to reflect yet again on what I'd just done. As much as I loved Nate I think I was subconsciously getting a little bored, and perhaps a lot homesick. I think this encounter was just what I needed, and I left rejuvenated and ready to continue my journey with Nate.