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This is a true story of a wet dream I had a few weeks ago. Dedicated to Drew, for being such an inspiration.
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I'd had a really bad day, from the minute I woke up late for work to the minute I got home. I was stressed, pissed off with the world and there was no-one around for me to phone, either for a few pints in the rugby club or for any kind of "relief", coz I was sooooo horny.
I ate and had a few bottles of lager while I watched some TV and started to feel a bit better, but I knew that only emptying my balls would really relax me. After the TV, I got in the shower, washed and then with the water still running, slowly started to wank.
I got hard pretty quickly and didn't need any soap to lube up, as I leak gallons of pre-cum when I'm horny. I love the sensation that I get when my foreskin slides up and down over my dick, so I spent a few minutes just doing that, looking at the veins pulsing in my shaft and the oozing pre-cum mingling with the shower water.
But I needed to get off badly, so I held my cock in my right hand, getting a good grip and began wanking in earnest but still slipping the foreskin back and forth. My left hand cupped my big hairy balls, but I sneaked a few fingers back to rub my hole gently, teasing myself and bringing me closer to shooting a load of goo over the tiled walls of the shower. It didn't take too long.
I could feel the orgasm build up from the base of my spine, rushing up through the shaft and bursting out like a sperm-fountain. Cum was running down the tiles as my thighs thrust again and again, my balls pumping out their contents as if they'd only just found out how to do it.
I cleaned up, both the shower and myself and went to bed. But my body obviously needed a bit more relaxation. At some point during the night, I started to dream...
I was playing rugby on a weekend, it was a grey, cold day but I was feeling fine, enjoying the sight of my team and our opponents in their rugby shorts. I was running well and we were winning - only one thing could have made my day even better. And that one thing was standing at the side of the pitch, watching the game and apparently cheering for my team.
He was in his late twenties I'd guess, about 6' with brown hair and a goatee and really handsome. He had a large backpack of some sort, I guess he was on a hiking holiday and had stopped to watch the game. He was a real good looking guy and I kept catching his eye as I ran past him, I could swear he was looking at my legs and arse. I was having difficulty concentrating, thinking about some stud eyeing me up in my rugby kit. Somebody else thought I was having trouble as well, because at half time, I was replaced by one of the substitutes and to make matters worse, my stud spectator had disappeared too.
Rather than watch the game go on without me, and not wanting to go and change just yet, I went for a walk around the ground. It's nothing amazing, one stand and railings around the other three sides, pretty much open to everything that the Welsh weather can throw at you. On one side of the stand are the toilets, men only, the female toilets are in the clubhouse. I needed to piss so I went inside the bare concrete building, lit by harsh fluorescent tubes and stinking of stale piss. As I stood at the long concrete trough that served as a urinal, I thought I heard someone else in there as well.
Not all the stalls have doors (most have been torn off over the years) but as I moved down the row, I could tell that the noises were coming from the end stall. This was the one least lit by the lights but closest to a small fanlight to let some natural light in to the toilet block. The noise sounded familiar, I didn't know for sure but my cock must have guessed as it had begun to swell within the confines of my jockstrap.
I pushed the door open (even those stalls with doors don't have locks) and stopped in my tracks. There was my spectator, sitting with his jeans and underwear around his ankles, grabbing and pumping what looked to be a 6.5" throbbing boner. What a sight! My cock seemed to double in length inside my shorts and I felt a wet smear of pre-cum plaster my pubes.
"I was hoping that's how you'd react" he said in a strong Californian accent. I was even more turned on by that, a hard, cut American cock right in front of me begging to be sucked. I moved in to the stall.
"How would feel if I said hello to that cock of yours?" I asked. In reply, he took his hand away and I knelt down, running my hands up and down his thighs and my tongue up and down his cut shaft. He squirmed in pleasure, which got my cock twitching, aching to be released and sucked or wanked or buried in a tight Californian hole.
"Ooooh, yeah, rugby man, suck that boner of mine, suck it hard, I wanna feel my cream pump in to your throat." Talk like that always gets me hot and I sucked harder and faster. He had his hands on my head, his strong fingers gripping my hair and pushing my head down, so eager to fuck my face. Before long I felt his huge nuts tighten and then felt his sweet cock pulse in my throat as he let loose a volley of sperm. It was like sucking on a machine gun, but I held on until every last drop had been swallowed.
"Man, no one's ever swallowed my whole load like that" he said.
"You've never been sucked by me before" I answered. "Now how about returning the favour?"
He reached up and pulled my shorts down. My jockstrap was bulging outwards and there was a big wet spot at the tip of the bulge. He closed his mouth over my cock-head through the material and started chewing on my hard-on, making me groan and shudder at the feeling. I needed his mouth on my flesh though and he must have known, because he reached up again and pulled my jockstrap down, over my 7" uncut cock and down to my ankles.
His hazel eyes lit up and he looked up at me. "I love uncut guys, I love running my tongue round under the foreskin and drinking up all that honey." he whispered.
"That makes two of us, so go right ahead" I answered then gasped as his hot mouth slipped over my knob and down the shaft, then up again; then I felt his tongue swirl around under my foreskin licking my mushroom shaped head. He took the whole length of my cock deep in to his throat and I could feel his goatee rubbing against my balls and thighs. He began making moaning noises and I was groaning along with him. I knew I couldn't keep this up before I blasted a hot load down his eager throat. But I wanted more. It was difficult, but I stopped him and pulled him up.
"Turn around and bend over, I want to fuck that arse of yours now." I panted. He turned around and bent over. I nearly came over his big strong legs and back right there at the sight of his oh-so-fuckable arse. Two strongly muscled mounds of flesh, with a slightly hairy divide and, as I pulled his cheeks apart a fantastically inviting puckered hole.
"Fuck me hard, plow my ass now rugby man." he begged, making me even hotter. He leaned forward to support himself on the back wall of the stall. I positioned myself behind him, knees bent and cock aimed at that waiting hole. As usual, I was dribbling pre-cum like crazy so I rubbed the natural lube around his hole, making us both moan at the sensations it caused in both of us.
But I needed to be inside so badly, so I pushed my big cockhead up against him and slipped it in just a little. I felt his arse muscles grab at my dick and I knew he was ready for me, I knew he wanted me deep in there, so I reached around and held on to the tops of his legs, and pulled myself up and in.
We both groaned at the feeling. His arse was incredible, it felt like there were muscles all the way up inside him, squeezing and loving every inch of my cock. I pulled out slowly until only about an inch was inside that hot tunnel then plunged in again, all the way until my hairy balls slapped against his fantastic arse. He was shuddering as I continued to fuck him like this, and he'd got hard again too. With one hand I held on to his balls and with the other I began wanking him in time with my thrusts.
It seemed to last forever, but in reality it must only have been two or three minutes before I felt the cum gathering in my nuts. I could feel the hairs on my balls shifting as the skin tightened and my balls prepared to fire their cargo in to the waiting arse of my new US fuck buddy.
Then it was all over. I gave a loud groan and buried my cock so far in to him that I thought I'd go along too. What felt like a few gallons of rugbycum pumped in to him, each thrust of mine pushing it deeper but also lubing my orgasm thrusts and sending us both even further over the edge. He came too, spurting over the floor and toilet as if he hadn't come in a week rather than less than ten minutes ago. Then . . . .
Then I woke up.
For a second I didn't quite know where I was. I was lying on my back in bed and then I realised what had happened. I felt warm, sticky cum dribble down from my cock on to my stomach, then run over my sides and drip on to the bed. I switched the lamp on and pulled back the covers. I'd made quite a mess but I suppose that I did feel a lot better!
As I lay there, smelling the fresh cum and remembering my dream, I decided I'd check out the spectators on the weekend and that I'd have to visit California one day - one day soon.
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