I only caught a glimpse of him when he came into the men's toilet-shower block where I was shaving.
`How're you going?' he asked in a sociable greeting.
`Good, thanks,' I replied catching only a glimpse of him as he passed by and entered a toilet cubicle.
`Aren't you cold in that van of yours?' he asked from within the cubicle. Chatty and friendly I thought, speaks to me as though he knew me, though I felt sure we had never met before.
`Its OK --a bit cold last night,' I replied thinking of the previous night when the temperature had fallen to an uncomfortable 6 degrees. I thought silently to myself that had his naked body been pressing against me, we would have both been warm the whole night through.
Our next meeting was two days later, again in the toilet-shower block, again while I was shaving -- this time he emerged from a toilet and moved into one of the shower cubicles.
`What are yo doing to-day?' he asked, turning on the shower.
`Nothing much. I might walk down to the post office and library in town.'
Yeah, nice walk,' he replied adding, as though speaking to himself, Aaah, that's nice.'
I wondered if he was jerking off, getting himself ready to shoot a spunky load and wishing that I was naked under that shower, helping him reach his climax. He said nothing more. I finished shaving and left.
The third time we met was in the field kitchen which the caravan park provided for its visitors. For the first time I got a good look at him. Mid to late twenties, I guessed and since he was only wearing shorts and net singlet, I could see that he had a nice, almost hairless body. Yes, I thought, I could definitely snuggle up to that on a cold night. He was making himself a cup of coffee and I had brought my cup with me intending to do the same.
`Cold enough for you last night?' he asked. I sat down opposite him and picking up courage replied:.
`Too cold to be sleeping alone, that's for sure.' He grinned mischievously.
`Hmmm,' he said non-committingly and sipped his coffee, before somewhat brazenly adding:
`Saw you in your van last night. Thought you were jerking off.'
`Probably,' I replied feeling myself blushing slightly, even though I knew that he had not caught me in the act, so to speak. I had not jacked off for 3 days and when I did so, it was usually well before bed-time. I sleep better afterwards
`I should have stopped and asked if you wanted a hand.'
I thought for a minute before replying
`You wouldn't have liked it. The van fairly reeks of last nights supper.'
`But the real question is ... Would you have liked it?' I felt the toes of one of his shoeless feet come into contact with my crotch. His foot move over the area. I did not push it away or say anything.
`Well, I guess that answers the question,' he said and grinned again. He kept his foot moving and there really was nothing I could do to stop my cock from becoming aroused. In less than five seconds his foot moved away. I would have much preferred him to have kept it where it was, doing what it was going for a bit longer.
I'm staying in one of those tent things,' he said pointing in the direction of one of several yurt-like structures scattered around the park.
No windows, very private and quite comfortable. You can always come to my place.' Is that spelt cum' or come'?' I asked. He grinned again and I realised that it was not a reply I would have given had I not been feeling horny.
`Depends. Do you want to cum?' he asked in a witty way.
`Hmmm,' I replied pretending that I was undecided, uncommitted -- even though we probably knew what we both wanted.
`Life's too short not to have a bit of fun,' he said rising from his seat and moving towards the door.
I stood up, making no effort to hide the slight bulge made in my loose pants by my semi erect penis. He quickly guessed that I wasn't wearing underpants.
`Looks as though your leaking,' he said. I looked down at a small damp circle on my pants.
`That's your fault,' I told him thinking of the way his foot had pressed against my crotch and followed him towards the tent-like place where he was straying.
`Welcome to my humble abode,' he said as he opened the door and asked me to leave my footwear outside. He waved me inside. The interior was clean and tidy though only large enough to accommodate a largish bed and a small settee in front of a television set which stood on coffee table. He did not turn on the light and when he closed the door the interior was plunged into relative darkness, relieved only by a slight hint of sunshine on the heavy canvas walls.
As soon as the door was closed, he quickly pulled of his T shirt and then moved towards me. I felt his hands move to my waist and pull my polo shirt out of my pants. I raised my arms and he pulled it up over my head then threw it on to the settee. I tried without success to undo his belt while he deftly undid the clasp of my pants and pulled them down over my penis. With his help, I managed to loosen his belt and thens undo his trousers. He pushed them down letting them fall to the floor. I curled my fingers around the top of his boxer short underpants and pulled them down firmly. We stood facing each other in the dim light, naked, looking at each other. Like my own penis, his was now semi erect and I thought was probably about the same size. He had nicely defined pecs and just the hint of a six-pack. Nice body, I thought.
`Nice body,' he said echoing my thoughts.
Not so bad yourself,' I replied, reaching out with a hand to feel his balls which were on the large side and hanging low in a hairless scrotum. I fondled them with my fingers and tugged on them gently, watching with satisfaction as his cock began to get stiffer. He pur his hands on my shoulders then leaned forward, at the same time pulling me towards him. Our naked bodies touched then pressed against each other. I felt my heart rate and breathing increase as his hands moved down over my back caressing, pulling me closer still. Oh God, that's nice,' I thought to myself, feeling his semi erect penis press against my own member.
Our lips met and I moaned softly, opening my mouth to his probing tongue, tasting him and letting him taste me, becoming increasingly excited, making me whimper slightly while I caressed his firm yet soft body. `This is not the first time he's done this,' I thought, knowing where I wanted it to lead, feeling sure that it would as our sweaty bodies writhed against each other. I moved my head slightly so that our lips parted. His warm moist tongue licked at my left ear while his fingers caressed the nape of my neck. I moaned with pleasure, feeling my cock growing to full erection.
`Ohhh, that is sooo nice,' I told him as I stroked his body and pressed my body with increasing force against him.
He moved his hands to my waist then leaned back away from by body so that our groins were pressed together. I looked down to see that my firm erection was standing proudly next to his own stiff member. Unlike me, his penis was cut, though the foreskin which usually covered the head of my cock had been pulled back by our writhing motions to that we could compare each others weapons of pleasure. I think my erection was just slightly longer than his but the head of his cock, which was leaking pre-cum, was a bit larger. Like me, his torso was almost hairless but unlike me his crotch had been shaved bare while I boasted a triangle of thick dark brown pubic hair.
`Are we just going to stand here, admiring each other, or did you have something else in mind?' he asked. The fingers of my left hand curled round the shafts of our erections.
`I love a man with a really hard cock,' I told him feeling the throbbing firmness of his penis.
`And I love yours too but what are we going to do to make them soft, or do you just want to stand there and jerk us off?' It was then that I realised I was slowly masturbating his and my own cock. It felt good but I knew we could do better than that.
`What do you like doing?' I asked.
`Something to give both of us pleasure,' he said as he moved a hand to my chest and gently rolled one of my nipples between forefinger and thumb. My cock began leaking.
I want your spunk,' I told him. I want to make it squirt down my throat.'
`And I want you to,' he assured me. '69?' he suggested.
`Hmmm,' I quickly replied, letting my imagination anticipate my spunk shooting into his mouth.
We moved to the bed. He lay down beside me, rather than in a reverse position so that our mouths cold find the head and shaft of each others erection.
A little foreplay first,' he explained. Just to get us really excited.'
`I'm really excited now,' I told him, as he spread my legs. His finger nails rasped over the area behind my balls, between my legs. It felt good -- very good. My erection seemed to grow even harder and the shaft jerked without my bidding. I moaned with pleasure and readily let him pull my head towards his chest. I quickly found and began tonguing one of nipples. It became firm quite rapidly and I let his hand on the back of my head guide my lips to his other nipple, which too was soon hard. I nibbled and sucked at it, making him moan -- but it was not his nipples I wanted to suck.
He knew what I wanted and after a few minutes more of mutual caressing and licking making me even more desperate to feel his lips on my penis, he obliged by manoeuvring his body over me. I lay on my back. He straddled my body, knees on either side of my head, his head over my now slowly throbbing erection.
Lets do this very slowly,' he said. Make it last for as long as we can.'
Yeah,' I agreed, but the first one to cum has to really get the other one to shoot his spunk and then suck him dry,' I moved my head on the pillow so that my mouth would be better placed to get his cock between my sucking lips.
`OK,' he said and I felt his fingers pull my erect cock up to the vertical and his warm moist tongue lick its swollen head. I moaned with pleasure and pulled his throbbing member down until it was comfortably between my moistened lips.
I tried hard to concentrate on what I was doing to the head and shaft of the stiff erection in my mouth, rather than the slowly growing sensations of pleasure which he was producing in the head of my own hard-on. I moaned with the pleasure of those sensations and having his penis between my lips. In response, he lifted his head away and the warmth of his tongue and sucking lips was replaced by the coolness of the air. His tongue scooped up the pre-cum leaking from the tip of my cock. I moaned again and tried to concentrate on moving my head so that I could take in more and more of the shaft each time I moved my head upwards towards his crotch. I wanted to take in the full length of his shaft and feel the head of his cock deep in my throat so that I could squeeze it with my throat muscles, getting him ever closer to shooting his load, then slowly milk it of its load of thick white sperm. When I felt ready to take him all, I grasped his buttocks and pulled him down, closer towards my face.
I wanted to give him an experience which I suspected he had not had before but, as he had suggested, I wanted to make it last for him, so I worked on him slowly, trying to judge by the size and growing firmness of his erection, just how close he was to reaching is climax. I did not want him to shoot his load into my mouth. I wanted to swallow his entire shaft and let the muscles of my throat milk him dry, feel the head of his penis swelling deep in my throat and his warm creamy cum shooting out deep into it. I wanted to hear him cry out as my throat muscles pressed against the swollen head of his erection and squeezed out every last drop of spunk. And judging by the noises he was beginning to make, it would not be too long before I had my way. I eased off a bit, not wishing to tip him over the edge too soon. Try to prolong his pleasure,' I thought and he would probably do the same for me.'
Despite my efforts to concentrate on what I was doing, I could no longer ignore what was being done by the man who straddled me. He had encircled my balls with index finger and thumb and was pulling down on them while his warm lips and moist tongue stimulated the head of my cock. Every now and then he would lower his head until his lips were pressed into my pubic hair, engulfing the full length of my shaft before raising his head, letting his lips slide up the shaft and over the rim at the base of my cock head until only the tip was held between his sucking lips. He then swirled his tongue along the underside of the head and around its rim, increasing the sensations and causing the head to swell, making my thighs and buttocks tense.
He did this several times, getting me ever nearer to climaxing and shooting my cream into his relentlessly sucking mouth. In response to the growing sensations of pleasure-pain he was engendering in the head of my cock, my erection had become harder than ever and his ministrations made me groan from deep inside each time the pleasure reached a peak. I knew it would not be long before I could no longer hold back. The large creamy load of spunk struggling to shoot from the tip of my penis would them flood into his sucking mouth. The last time he had drawn back up the shaft and sucked on the head, I had felt my spunk beginning to churn somewhere deep inside me at the base of my cock. If he kept doing that, he would soon have me shooting spunk.
I guessed from the moans of pleasure which I drew from him every time I sallowed his hard erection deep into my throat, that he too was getting very close to cumming. I wanted his spunk and my mouth was getting tired from taking in and swallowing his rigid member. I decided to deep-throat him one more time, swallow the entire length of his erection deep into my throat. I took a deep breath and swallowed him until his balls were pressed tightly against my chin. I could feel the head beginning to swell as my throat muscles went to work. I hardly noticed when his moans of pleasure changed to cries of ecstatic delight. What I did notice though was that his rigid shaft had begun to throb, at first softly, then with increasing force.
`Here it cums,' I thought. He pushed his erection deeper into my throat and I knew he could no longer hold back and he did not. The first jet of his cream squirted forcefully against the side of my throat and I automatically swallowed. The swallowing action constricted my throat around the swollen head of his cock, forcing out another stream of cum, then another and another. I began working the muscles of my throat around his head and drained most of his cream, feeling his whole body shudder as I did so. He started withdrawing his already softening penis from my clinging throat and within a few seconds the head of his penis was out of my throat and back in my mouth where I sucked on it vigorously, drawing out the last of his spunk. He pulled his now flaccid penis from my mouth.
As he did so, he began working on the head of my cock with extra vigour, working the underside and ridge with his tongue, raking his teeth along the top-side, making me cry-out and causing the head to swell. With slurping sounds he sucked on my cockhead then let it escape his lips, watching the shaft of my erection become extra firm and jerk wildly before once again taking the head between his lips. I felt my buttocks tighten and one of my thighs began to quiver slightly. I totally lost it. I felt my shaft start pulsating and my spunk begin to surge up its length, until it reached the supersensitive head and shot out in waves into that sucking mouth. Although I tried t push his head away, he kept on sucking
I didn't think I would be able to spunk again for at least a week. He completely drained me and swallowed nearly all of it before releasing my painful balls and turning his body round, then flopping down on his side next to me. I was breathing hard, almost panting. I'd had a big load. It had been my first release in several days and he had sucked me as dry as I had ever felt. He put one of his arms around me and stroked my sweaty torso, whispering to me all the while.
Thankyou, thankyou,' he sighed. That was the best suck I ever had.' I guessed he had neve been deep-throated before and was glad it had given him so much pleasure.
Thank you too,' I told him. That was lovely. I really needed to cum.'
I reached down and felt his penis. It was quite limp. His hand groped my groin and found my cock to be in a similar condition. He lay on his back and tweaked one of my nipples.
Do you want to stay here and sleep it off?' he asked. Then when you've recharged I could wank you. I'd love to see you cum.'
`After the way you just drained me, I don't think I shall be able to shoot spunk again to-day. Maybe tomorrow?' I raised myself on one elbow and looked down at him. Definitely a nice body. He was already beginning to slumber. I got up and began dressing.
`We could take a shower together,' I suggested. He didn't reply. He was already asleep
I let myself out and returned to my van where I pulled out the bed, lay down and had a long restful sleep. I awoke the following morning, surprised that I was hard again with my usual morning glory. I looked out of the window and decided I would go across to his place and suggest we shower together. And I did ... But that is another story.
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