This is a fictional story about a randon meeting between two men, based on some real events in my past. Everything but the sex actually happened. If you like my stories, I strongly promote supporting Nifty with a contribution, so we can keep providing this content.
Peace Love and Understanding
It was the 70s and I was fresh out of high school and out on my own. I moved away from my folks to a small college town, taking a job as a handyman with a local restaurant chain. I usually worked over the weekend and late at night, after the restaurants were closed. That way I could work without disrupting customers.
I didn't mind the odd schedule. It was a college town so there were a lot of young people, but I didn't party, and I was kind of shy. I didn't have much of a social life.
The town was surrounded by some amazing parks and trails, and I was able to hike while most people were in school or at work. There was one trail that I especially loved. It followed a river that had two swimming holes. One was near the top of a small waterfall, and the second was at the base of the falls. During warm weather they were overflowing with families, but on weekdays when everyone was in school or working, I usually had them all to myself.
The only people I ever saw on those days were hippies. I actually loved hippies. The whole peace and free-love thing spoke to me. I just never would have been able to pull it off. I didn't smoke dope, and I liked having a steady paycheck. I would have made the worst hippie ever.
When I came across them at the swimming holes, I would say hi, and they would sometimes invite me to join them. It was always nice hanging out with them. The girls frequently went topless, and I kept thinking it might turn into a sexual event.
I had assumed that "free love" meant they were screwing all the time, and with whomever was lucky enough to be around. I was even open-minded about having to share that space with another man and I had read enough Penthouse letters to think I could be open to some physical contact. Unfortunately, the swimming holes were basically just their bathtub, and any sex was saved for when they got home. Still, I liked looking at the boobs.
One day I was coming from the upstream end. I got to the top of the falls and figured I would check and see if anyone else was around. I looked down to the other pool and saw a lone girl climbing out of the water to dry off on a flat rock. To my delight, she was buck naked, and beautiful, and she was also alone.
I ran through several scenarios for how I might take advantage of the situation and I even considered just walking down there, but she seemed to be enjoying having the pool to herself. I was concerned about startling her, and I didn't want to come off like some kind of creep. My ultimate choice sounds really stupid when I think about it, but it felt like my best option at the time.
I decided to strip down and take a naked swim in the upper pool. It looked like she was getting close the leaving and most of the hippies walked upstream when heading back to town. So, I hoped she might do the same and catch me there, swimming naked, and I guess I thought she would be overwhelmed by my physical beauty and want to have sex.
I was there for almost half an hour, surprised that she still hadn't appeared. I finally broke down and went to the edge of the falls to look. She was gone. Apparently she went the other way and missed me entirely.
I sighed, still staring down at my lost opportunity, feeling defeated and frustrated that I hadn't been more proactive.
"Now, that's a fine view!"
The voice caught me completely off guard and I had to catch my balance to keep from going over the edge. I turned around and saw another hippie. Not my pretty girl hippie, but a tall, wiry, male hippie. He was standing next to my pile of clothing, and I was a little concerned he might take off with them and leave me stranded there, but he didn't make any threatening moves. I figured my best option was keeping my cool.
"Oh... hey..." I grunted. "I was just taking a swim."
"Well, don't stop on my account." He told me, still staring right at me in all my nakedness. "It's a nice day to be running around in skins."
"Yeah... but I should probably get dressed..."
"That would be a shame." He sighed. "Would you like to share a joint?"
"Oh... I don't do pot." I admitted. "But thanks for asking."
"That's cool." He nodded. "Would you like to fool around?"
"I..." My answer trailed off.
I didn't know how to answer him. I had been poised for the admittedly slim possibility I would be having sex with the hippie girl. Even after I got caught skinny dipping by me new friend, I was still wound up and horny.
Then he made an offer. "I can blow you, if you want?"
I was buck naked, half-hard from seeing the girl, and now someone was offering me a blowjob. Man or woman, it sounded like a better idea that what I had planned.
"Sure."
We moved to a flat rock that was warm from the morning sun and he guided me to lie down on my back while he crawled between my legs. When I looked up and saw this man climbing between my spread thighs, it was giving me all these weird mental pictures that aligned with the letters I read in Penthouse, but they had nothing to do with me getting serviced.
My favorite letters were always about some guy fucking his buddy or fucking some stranger who picked him up hitchhiking, but I had always imagined myself as the guy doing the fucking. Now I had a guy between my legs, and I kept thinking about those stories, only now I was seeing myself on the passive side of that. I had to close my eyes to make it go away.
I got better when I felt his fingers wrap around my hardening dick, followed by the warmest, softest mouth. He was able to take me deep without any gagging or struggle. The dude was good at this, and I was quickly content to just lie back and let him go to work.
After several minutes, he stopped and sat up. So, I opened me eyes and asked if there was a problem.
"Nah," he assured me. "It's just getting hot. Do you mind if I strip off some clothes?"
It seemed pretty selfish to have him working my dick, while he couldn't even touch himself. "Sure. I don't mind."
"Cool!" And he started pulling off his shirt.
I let my head settle back on my arm and closed my eyes again. I was thinking about that girl while he was blowing me, but I wasn't sure if I needed my eyes shut to keep up that fantasy, or if I was still nervous about the crazy reaction I had when I saw him crawl between my legs.
"Hey, I was wondering..."
"Yeah, what's that?" I asked and opened up my eyes again.
My new hippie friend was now completely naked, and the battle I was having with my imagination was thrown into overdrive by the impressive erection that was now pointed in the general direction of my worst fears.
"Have you ever been fucked?" He asked.
"No... no! I... never..."
"You have a really beautiful body." He complimented. "I would love to fuck you."
"I don't... I mean I'm not..."
"I know I can make you feel good." He offered.
Now that my eyes were open and I saw him in all his glory, I couldn't seem to close my eyes again. I was having trouble even blinking. I just stared, wide-eyed, and I imagined all those stories I had read. Only now from the other perspective.
"Okay... ummm... we can try it..."
He did have a nice smile, and it was ear to ear now. "This is a good day." He crowed.
I just laid there. I didn't know what I was supposed to do, but he took control and knelt down to my crotch again. He gave my dick a couple good licks, but then went lower and started tongue probing my quivering, very virgin pucker. That was something entirely new. I can't say I had ever seen my ass as a pleasure zone, but I was forced to rethink that now. His tongue had been so soft on my cock, but it was now a prod, testing out the tensile strength of my sphincter and it had my toes curling.
He then sat up, still looking like a kid at Christmas. "This is going to be fun."
As I watched his sizeable cock bob like a toll gate all I could think was, "Dear god, I hope you're right."
My ass was wet with spit. He added more to the knob of his dick and centered it on my pucker. "Just breathe," he reminded me.
I realized I had been holding it and I sucked in a ragged breath and then focused on trying to keep my breathing slow and steady, all while I was taking a tree stump up my butt.
I could tell right away that my ass was never intended to accommodate something that big, I don't care which direction it was going. Despite that, it was making real progress. My sphincter was reluctantly stretching open and letting the fat prong inside.
A quick personal history. Prior to being stretched out on a river rock and having a guy stuff his cock in my ass, I had only one legitimate sexual experience. It was a girl from high school, and it had been a comedy of hair caught in zippers, leg cramps, and premature ejaculation. I was still pretty sure it was the greatest experience of my life.
I could honestly say I had sex with a girl, and now I was having sex with a guy. The first one had checked off a specific bucket list goal. The second was pure chance and had something I had been seriously considered. I had been wrong.
In both cases I was a novice, so I could evaluate the results against each other. Fucking was great, clumsy or not, it had been amazing. Getting fucked... that was life changing.
Once he had gotten the knob of his cock past the tight ring of muscle, he began to stroke in and out, each time sliding a little deeper until I finally felt his groin press flat against my buttocks and I knew I had all of it. I came.
It happened even faster than when I had embarrassed myself with the girl, but this time it didn't leave me spent and ready to take a nap. As long as his pecker was sliding through my hole, I was wide awake, alert, engaged, and ready for more.
I knew about the prostate, and I knew it could be stimulated to the point of orgasm. I just didn't know it could make me feel like I was cumming every single time his prick rumbled over it. I had never imagined that sex could be so overwhelming.
He had my legs locked in the crook of his elbows, lifting them so he could get leverage and slam my ass aggressively, working to get his rocks off. The mellow hippie with the peace sign on his t-shirt was gone. I was being fucked by a raging beast, and I was digging it.
The dude had some stamina though. He fucked like he was desperate to blow a load, but he was taking his time getting there. The constant orgasmic tremors I felt were occasionally displaced by the actual thing. Unlike him, I came fast, and I kept cumming, at least three times while he pounded into me.
Eventually even he hit the wall and his entire body went rigid, followed by two hard plunges, ball deep. I felt the pulse of his shaft as he filled me to overflowing. Even if I hadn't felt it I still would have known it when he let out a feral howl that scared the birds out of the trees, and probably anyone else who had been on the trails.
After several minutes, he rolled to his side and his dick slipped wetly from my now gaping hole. The sphincter muscles fluttered and flexed, as it gradually recovered and closed, still not quite tight enough to stop the slow trickle of his spooge as it dripped from my ass.
When we had somewhat recovered, we both slipped into the pool of water and washed away the residue of sex. The cool water also soothed the ache of my body which had taken a beating between the hard rock and the hippie stud's hard body.
"Are you out here a lot?" He asked me.
"I try to get out here every day."
He nodded. "I'm usually here earlier... There's a chick I fuck sometime. She's usually swimming downstream."
I knew who he meant. "Yeah she was there when I got here. Pretty. I even thought about hitting on her."
"Yeah, she's okay... but I may start getting here later... if that's when you're here."
I considered what he was offering. "It will be from now on."