My wife went up to Waikanae on Sunday to visit our daughter and grandson. I have a garden area in the reserve behind our section, and have transplanted excess trees and plants from our garden there, and mulch it with grass clippings as it is pure sand. I needed a bit of driftwood to mark the path that runs through the reserve, to protect some prostrate hebes I had planted there. I decided to take a walk along the shore of the inlet, to see if anything suitable had washed up. It was a pleasant surprise to bump into a mate who I used to run with when I lived in Pukerua Bay. We chatted about what had happened to us both since I had left the Bay, and I discovered that he had moved to live locally as well. He asked me up for a beer, as he lived on the hill just above where I had met him and with nothing better to do, I agreed.
He showed me around his home, and I was a little disappointed that his wife, who I had lusted after, was out for the afternoon. We had a couple of beers on his deck, overlooking the inlet, and the talk got around to running. I told him that I hadn't been able to run for six months, and he asked if I had tried massage for my ankle. We moved on to talking about massage, and then saunas and then Stu asked me if I knew the Wakefield sauna in Wellington. I think I have mentioned the Wakefield to you previously; it is a men's sauna and on a good day you can be guaranteed a sucking or a good ride. I cautiously acknowledged that I knew the place, and Stu admitted that he had been there a couple of times. The atmosphere became a little charged, and then Stu told me that he and Margaret practised massage on one another, and asked if I would like one. I readily agreed and he disappeared for a few minutes, and then called me inside to the lounge. He had spread a couple of large towels on the floor, and invited me to strip off and lie face down on the towels. I was undressed and lying down in seconds, as I was only wearing shorts and a tee shirt. Stu stripped to his shorts and knelt and poured oil on my back and worked it into my shoulders.
Stu gave a good massage, and I was really relaxed when he got down to my buttocks and told me to spread my legs. He massaged down between my legs, letting his fingers brush my balls and I could feel myself growing hard. Stu told me to roll onto my back and as I did so I felt my cock stiffen to full erection, causing him to give a little whistle of appreciation. He massaged briefly over my belly, letting his wrists and hands brush my cock, and when I didn't object he asked if I minded him touching it. My voice was a little gruff with excitement as I told him it was fine. He gently stroked my cock and balls, then suddenly bent and took me into his mouth. It felt fantastic as he gently and expertly sucked me. The unexpected nature of the experience made it even more exciting, and before long I could feel my climax approaching. I reached down and squeezed the base of my cock to stop from cumming. Stu took his mouth from my cock and asked what I was doing, and when I told him he said to let it go. Cupping my balls as he resumed sucking me even more vigorously, he brought me back to the verge of climax in mere minutes. My back arched to thrust deeper into his mouth as my spunk exploded from my cock, and as if from a distance I heard Stu swallowing greedily.
He continued to suck me gently even after the last dribbles of spunk had oozed from my tip, keeping me hard, and then let my cock slip from his mouth. Quickly standing, he tugged his shorts and briefs off before straddling my chest and dropping to his knees to present his slim, erect cock to my lips. At the same time he reached for the oil to pour a little into the palm of one hand, feeling behind him to find and massage my still-hard cock. The tapered cock-head shining and glowing red, was fully extended from his foreskin. the tip dribbling clear drops of pre-cum. Extending my tongue I ran it over his knob, tasting the slightly salty yet sweetish flavour of his liquid. His cock lifted from my lips, his balls sliding over my chin as he reached for a cushion from the settee, sliding it beneath my head to lift it from the floor, then his knob was butting more forcefully against my lips. Opening my mouth, I let his knob and hot, smooth yet solid shaft slip past my lips and over my tongue until his balls rested on my chin and his wiry bush of pubic hair was tickling my nose.
He gave a grunt of pleasure as I ran my tongue around his gristly-feeling shaft, and began to flex his hips, gently moving his cock back and forth in my mouth as I tightened my lips around his shaft. My mouth filled with the tangy taste of his pre-cum as I sucked on him, my tongue washing over and around his pumping cock. He fucked my mouth for maybe fifteen minutes, speeding up and then slowing down, all the time fondling my achingly erect cock with his oil-slick fingers. My jaw was beginning to ache a little when he drew back, his rigid cock springing from my mouth, trailing a silvery thread of saliva.
Releasing my cock and shuffling back on his knees, Stu crouched above my hips. Reaching back between his thighs he worked oil into his hole and then grasped my cock once more, holding it upright as he slowly began to lower himself to present my knob to his opening. I felt my knob press against his hole, lodging firmly at his puckered entrance, and then stop as his tight muscle rebuffed me. Stu pressed down harder and I felt the muscle slowly spread to allow my knob to begin to enter him. He slowly lowered himself onto me and I felt my shaft slowly slipping past the tight ring of muscle until I was buried deep inside him and his buttocks rested on my thighs. He exhaled with a rush, saying that he had never taken a cock as thick as mine before. I hadn't realised that I too had been holding my breath in excitement, and gave a mixed laugh and gasp as I caught my breath, telling him that it had been a long time since I had had another guy.
Moving around on my shaft while he adjusted to the sensation of my cock filling him added to my arousal as I felt my knob moving around in his hot core, and I could feel my cock swelling and stiffening even more. Stu slowly lifted partway off me before dropping back onto me, gradually establishing a regular rise and fall of his hips as he fucked himself on my cock. The exquisitely tight grip of his muscular sphincter on my shaft as he rose and fell was fantastic. I watched his rigid cock bobbing before me as he moved, his tip drooling a constant stream of clear and sticky fluid over my belly. His tight hole gradually relaxed until Stu was moving more freely, sliding up and down the full length of my shaft. He suddenly stopped; wiping sweat from his brow as he told me that it was time for me to do some work.
Easing himself off my cock, which slapped wetly back against my belly, Stu crawled to the settee, pulling himself up onto it to lie on his back with his hips on the edge of the settee, holding his knees drawn back to his shoulders. Rolling over onto my knees, I had a clear view of Stu's hole, red, open, and glistening with oil. Moving closer to kneel in front of his hips, Grabbing the massage oil, I dribbled some over my cock, guided my knob to his hole and pressed forward, sliding into him easily until my hips pressed against his arse. Immediately I began a steady thrusting in and out, looking down to watch my thick shaft surging back and forth in the grip of his tight hole. Stu lifted his legs and lowered them to my shoulders. I gripped his hips with both hands and began to pump into him more urgently, my thrusts jolting him as I slammed home. Having already cum, I knew that I could make this last for hours, however I wanted Stu to cum. Releasing my grip on his hips I picked up the bottle of oil, poured some into the palm of one hand and began to stroke Stu's slim but angry-looking cock in time to my thrusts, however after a minute or so he reached to still my hand, telling me that he wanted to save it; to have me cum so that he could then do me. I slowed my thrusts as a brief wave of trepidation washed over me. I hadn't had a cock up me in years, and then it had been even smaller than Stu's. But then, I thought wryly, eager girlfriends had worked bigger toys into me in the intervening years.
As I resumed my thrusts, Stu began to screw his hips and clamp down on my shaft, each time I withdrew, effectively milking my cock. The combination of his movements and the clasping of my shaft in his hole soon had me close to climax and I thrust harder into him, grunting and panting as I spurted helplessly deep into his bowels.
We remained locked together for many minutes, panting and with perspiration running from us, until my shrinking cock slowly slipped from his hole. Letting his legs slip from my shoulders Stu slowly eased himself from the settee to stand, informing me that it was now my turn.
(Let me know if you would like to hear what happened next.)