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Huw gets his reward
Hi my name is Huw; I'm 28, a graduate, live on my own in a small bungalow in a village not far from a major south of England town. I not very tall but good looking with red hair from my Celtic origins, brown eyes, nicely proportioned nose a bit crooked from when I broke it playing rugby, thinnish lips, clean shaven. Oh and for those of you who haven't guessed I'm gay and active; my six inch uncut cock gets plenty of exercise in local parks and even sometimes at home. I work alone as a free lance editor reading books for publication but have an office rather than working at home as I work for an agency. As I'm single they often send me off to stay in other places so I get to travel quite a lot. This suits me fine, as I love visiting new places and checking them out. Maybe one day I'll tell you about some of my adventures but today I want to tell you about a recent experience that I had.
I rarely travel to work by public transport. I only live ten minutes walk from my office and the exercise does me good. However, this particular day I had been summoned to a meeting in the town centre. My car was off the road and the bus seemed the best bet so I took it in to town. The journey was far longer than I expected as the bus made several detours into other villages and filled up to almost capacity. I had the luck to get on it early enough to get a seat but I was not looking forward to the journey home!
The meetings dragged but eventually ended and I hoped to get back to the bus station before the rush hour. No such luck! I arrived to find a long queue waiting for the bus I was due to catch and thought there was little chance of a comfortable ride home. However, I was mistaken. The large double-decker that arrived to pick us up more than accommodated the people waiting and I secured a seat on the upper deck. Again the bus meandered through the local villages before finally heading towards mine. The passengers on the upper deck steadily thinned out and by the time we were approaching my village there were just three of us sitting upstairs: an elderly man who seemed to be asleep; me and a young man in baggy shorts and T-shirt, carrying a small bag.
The young man was sitting behind me and to my right so it was quite difficult to check him out without being too obvious, although I did get a couple of sly glances in and liked what I saw. I was wondering where he was going when I felt a tap on my shoulder and looked round to see the young man, who was about 18 or 19 leaning towards me. He was looking anxious and spoke quietly, asking me whether he had missed the stop for one of the villages. He was obviously a stranger as he spoke with a vaguely transatlantic accent, which I found difficult to place. He was also right to be anxious as the stop he had wanted was several miles behind us. I broke the bad news to him and he looked crest fallen. He spoke again,
"I was looking for some friends I met on holiday last summer. They told me to look them up when I was in the area. I thought I might stay with them for a night or two before I go home to Canada."
"Well", I replied, "I think the best thing you can do is get off with me at come to my house and telephone the people and see if they are in and can come and fetch you. What time are they expecting you?"
"Thanks for the offer that's most generous. I was going to surprise them or call from the village so they are not really expecting me."
I groaned inwardly at the thought of him arriving unannounced at the house of people he had met months before on holiday but could not think of anything else to suggest. My stop was approaching and I got up and told him to follow. We got off the bus and I led him the few yards to my front door. I opened the door and let him in saying,
"Would you like a drink and then you can telephone your friends? What's your name by the way, I'm Huw."
"I am Christian, it's French you know but most of my friends call me Chris", he replied.
"OK Chris, what would you like: tea, coffee, something stronger - a beer perhaps?"
"A beer would be great thanks Huw."
I went into the kitchen and got two beers and brought them back into my living room. I gave one to Chris and then sat down opposite him so that I could check him out better. The baggy shorts were rather disappointing as they did not reveal anything at all but he looked very fit. He was taller than I am, rather larger in body but a nice boyish face, short dark hair, piercing blue eyes, a sharp nose and thick lips. I could almost feel my cock begin to twitch as I took in the view!
"So what part of Canada are you from Chris and when are you going back?"
"Quebec, Huw, and I go back on Tuesday. I don't really want to but I'm running out of money and need to get back to get a job."
"Oh well, we better see if we can sort you out then, Chris", I said as I got up and went to get the telephone. Chris took the phone and punched in the numbers but it was clear that there was no reply or an answer machine because he switched the phone off without speaking. He looked up at me and said,
"I hate answer machines. There's no reply. When's the next bus I'll have to go back and find a hostel for the next few nights. I'll try them again tomorrow."
I took my chance.
"No don't go back to town, Chris. Heaven knows when the next bus will be. Stay here tonight and ring them again in the morning from here. I've plenty of room and company is always nice."
"You sure, Huw? I wouldn't want to be a nuisance."
"No that fine, Chris. I've got a spare bed made up. I'll show you the room. Then we can pop round the pub for a bite to eat. I expect you're hungry aren't you?"
I led Chris to the spare room, which was right next to mine and showed him where everything was and then left him to unpack. A moment or two later he was back in the living room and he smiled and said,
"May I use the toilet. Where did you say the bathroom is?"
"Oh sorry Chris I forgot. Third door on the right."
Chris disappeared and I suddenly remembered I hadn't told him that the seat had a mind of its own and had to be held up when you were peeing otherwise it crashes down and could cause a nasty shock to say the least. I heard the noise a second later and rushed down to the bathroom, which did not have a lock. I walked in to a semi-farcical sight. Chris was sitting slightly shaken on the side of the bath, his baggy shorts wide open and his flaccid dick sticking out of them. I took in the whole scene and noted that Chris like me was uncut.
"Are you OK Chris?" I asked anxiously. "Sorry I forgot to warn you about the seat. It didn't catch you did it?"
"No but it bloody nearly took my cock head off. What do you say - it nearly circumcised me?"
"Well I'm sorry but you look fine to me, Chris." (I placed an emphasis on the word 'fine' hoping that my guest would pick up the wider meaning. I was not sure whether he had.) Then I continued,
"I've got some cream here if you want to put it on."
"No it's Ok, Huw. It only grazed my cock head. I think it'll be OK and still be in working order."
"Well let's hope so, Chris."
As I looked over at Chris I thought I saw a small hint of a smile cross his face and a look of expectation in his eyes. I left the bathroom and returned to the living room where Chris, now fully dressed again joined me. Again I apologised profusely but by now Chris could see the funny side of what had happened.
"Well I'm glad you're feeling OK again, Chris. Do you want to go to the pub?"
"Yes I'm better now. What an irony it would have been if, after all the efforts my father went to to ensure that I was not mutilated like he was by the doctors when I was born I end up being circumcised by an English toilet seat! I'm really glad about that! And yes I would like to go to the pub!"
We put on our coats and walked the short distance to the pub where we ordered a couple of pints and some food, which I paid for. We sat in a cosy corner and chatted amiably although I did notice that from time to time Chris allowed his knees to brush against mine. As we were chatting I decided to take a chance and ask Chris a little more about his remarks back at the house. I looked at him and said,
"What did you mean about your father's efforts when you were born?"
Chris looked up and said,
"Well I was born in Canada and at that time it was standard practice to circumcise all boys at birth. Some doctors did it almost as soon as the baby was born but my father said that he did not want me to be cut in this way. He wasn't and he didn't want me to be either. Apparently the doctors got very angry but in the end they had to respect his wishes."
"Oh I see,' I responded, "In Europe they don't do it very much at all so I guess your father was following his tradition rather than that of Canada."
Shortly after this conversation, we finished our food and drinks and then I thought I better offer Chris another one so I leaned forward and said,
"Would you like another beer or would you like to go back to my house."
"I think I'm ready to go back," Chris replied, "but first I will just go to the toilet."
"Good idea, it's safer here! I think I might go too."
I followed Chris into the toilet and he took up the end stall at the urinal and I stood next to him. I glanced over the divider as he hauled his cock out of his trousers and whispered,
"Is everything OK down there now?" "Chris smiled back at me and replied, "O yes, everything is working just fine."
As I watched Chris began to massage his cock so that it started to harden in his hand and he then looked over the divide to take in my equipment, which was equally hardening in my hand.
Chris smiled even more broadly and said quietly,
"Well we both seem to be fine and I'm finished here. So let's go back to your house."
The walk back to my house was not a long one and we covered the short distance relatively quickly. We got inside and Chris turned round and began to fondle my cock through my trousers.
"I think I've found a good way to thank you for your kindness today," he said.
I responded by kissing Chris on his full lips and we walked quickly towards my bedroom where we collapsed on the bed eagerly pulling our clothes off each other. Very soon we were naked and both our cocks were hard and throbbing. Chris was in charge and he told me what to do,
"Suck me and then you can fuck me good and hard."
I needed no second invitation so I went straight down on Chris' hard cock rolling the foreskin back off the head with my tongued and slurping down his shaft. Then I pulled my lips back up the shaft drawing the foreskin back over the head. I took the cock in my mouth keeping the foreskin covering the head but gradually felt it begin to roll back as I worked my tongue on the shaft. Chris was writhing in the exquisite pleasure that he was feeling as his cock I used all my expertise and experience to give him the best oral action he had had in his life. Chris was ramming his cock into my mouth and on into my throat and I opened up ad let him deep throat me, all the time he kept up a stream of dirty comments,
"Oh yes, Huw....suck my hard cock!!! Feel my cock fucking your mouth!!...suck me hard!!..you know you want all of it!!....Oh yes that's the way I like it!!...your tongue is soo good on my cock!!...don't stop!!...let me face fuck you until I cum!!!..Please make me cum!!!!"
I had no intention of stopping now and allowed myself to continue to suck him as hard as I could until I knew that he could not hold out any longer. I felt his balls swell and rise, Chris' cock shaft throbbed on my tongue and I felt the head expanding as his piss slit unleashed a monumental gush of spunk. I took the first shot straight into my throat but eased back so that his subsequent shots could land on my tongue. I savoured every last drop of French-Canadian cum as it landed in my mouth. Chris gasped as he shot into me but still continued his commentary,
"Oh yes, Huw, I'm cumming!!!.....You lips and mouth and throat have made me cum!!!...Feel me throbbing...feel my cum boiling up inside my balls!!...I....can't....stop...it...now...here...it cummmssssss!!!!!"
Only when he had completely finished did Chris become totally silent except to murmur his thanks and appreciation. I had expected him to want a rest but within a few moments he was back up and raring to go again. This time he lay me back on the bed and raised himself above me before lowering himself slowly and carefully onto my own hard cock. I felt the cock head breach his arse ring and enter into his love channel. Chris stopped, turned round to look at me and grinned,
"Nice fit, Huw."
Then Chris continued to lower himself until I was completely engulfed and felt his arse cheeks resting on my thighs. Chris paused for a moment and made a few wiggles with his bum before he began the slow process of rising his arse up my shaft until only the head of my cock was still inside. Then he paused again, wiggled again and slowly went back down again. I was enjoying this sensation - I love being ridden - and was aware that the process was slowly being increased in tempo as Chris worked up and down my shaft with his tight arse. I am normally not very chatty when having sex preferring to save my energy for the activity but I was anxious to show my appreciation of Chris' efforts so I gasped out.
"Now I know what they mean by a Canadian Mountie!..You are a great fuck but I won't be able to last much longer..Oh this is sooo good!!!"
I do not know where Chris got the stamina from because he began to talk again as he rode my cock,
"And your cock is good to ride, Huw!..One of the best!.. Riding you has made me hard again...feel round me and jerk my cock as I ride your fat cock into my tight arse!! Oh it feels so good and deep inside me and I feel you throbbing, waiting to cum!!!...That's it speed up your hand on my cock...let's see if we can shoot together!!!"
I had reached round and grasped the throbbing Canadian cock and was wanking him as hard as I could and he began to ride me with renewed energy and ferocity. I knew I would cum any second and he knew it too. With a cry of excited pleasure I began to spunk up deep inside Chris' body, my cock throbbing and spitting my hot jizz so that it coated the walls of his love channel. Out of sight but in my hand I felt Chris' cock begin to twitch and throb and I knew his second load was about to explode. And so it did whilst I was in the midst of my own orgasm Chris shot a second load of cum that hit his chest and ran down into his pubic hair. I felt Chris begin to ease up my now spent cock and felt it pop out of his arse and he lay next to me gasping for breath. I too was gasping for breath but managed to smile across at Chris and say,
"Thanks Chris that was awesome and the best 'thank you' I've ever had."
Chris grinned back and said quietly as he recovered his breath,
"That's only the first part of the 'thank you', there'll be another round in a little while. After all. I do have to check that my equipment is in full working order after the accident earlier!"
I am pleased to report that everything was in full working order that nice - twice more to be precise. But when the morning came I wondered whether Chris would want to move on to see his friends, but I am also happy to report that he said he preferred to stay with me for his last few days in Europe. After a hectic and exhausting weekend, I drove Chris to the airport and saw him onto the plane. He has promised to keep in touch and has invited me to come to see him in Canada. I hope he does keep in touch and I am already saving to go to Canada!!
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