Half closing my eyes I relaxed back into the chair, resting my hands on the back of his head, and let him work his magic. And work it he did! Tonguing at the shaft with little flicking movements, plunging his head down – taking a fair length of me down his throat – before pulling back so that just the tip was held between his lips, and then back down again, in a very firm and steady rhythm.
After a moment or two, but without breaking his stroke, he carefully freed my balls and then started to massage them, one at a time, with his finger tips.
Never one to miss an opportunity, Mickey had moved forwards, deftly unlaced the back of the thin silk garment as far as the crotch, and was stroking the now exposed golden buttocks with an enthusiasm bordering on serious lust. From his waistcoat pocket he quickly withdrew a small round tin of Vaseline and proceeded to work some of the petroleum jelly around, and then into, the young man’s rectum.
Moments later, Mickey had positioned himself directly behind Rufus, trousers down around his thighs, and his own stiff penis clearly visible even to my half-closed eyes. Placing one hand on Rufus’ hip, with the other he began to rub his member around, over, and then in between the young man’s buttocks. A slight, very satisfied, grunt from Mickey, and a pause and gasp from Rufus, told me that Mickey was availing himself fully of the exciting situation.
Closing my eyes again, I thought about what I had seen between Rufus’ legs – imagining that long, thick penis, pulsing and throbbing with excitement in my hand. I would be able to feel it getting harder and harder as I worked on it, watching in fascination as the foreskin puckered up, and then peeled away to reveal first the moist pink tip of his cock with the glistening, sticky slit. Then more and more of the head would be revealed, until the protective skin had been rolled back completely …
Then I thought about Mickey, and how his cock was penetrating the young man from behind, the Vaseline lubricating his passage and allowing Mickey to slide in and out, pulling his cock out so that only the tip remained poised at his entrance, and then plunging in deeply again, thinking about the way Rufus’ arsehole gripped Mickey’s shaft …
And then I knew it was too much for me to hold back! Pushing my hips slightly out of the chair as I did so, I jerked and shot my ejaculation hotly into Rufus’ throat! Incredibly, he managed to swallow it completely without a pause, still working on my cock with his lips and massaging my now empty balls with his fingers – until I fell back into the chair, fully drained and satisfied.
From the haze of post-orgasm pleasure I could feel Rufus being pushed against my armchair as Mickey continued to fuck him from behind. Looking over Rufus’ back I could see Mickey, one hand still firmly holding onto the young man’s hip, the other around and down between his legs.
Stroking and playing with that beautifully large penis and fine balls, Mickey’s arm kept moving in time with his rhythmic thrusts – the pushing getting faster and faster until, with moans from Rufus and gasps from Mickey, I knew Mickey had released himself inside the young man, and that the young man, himself, had also been pleasured into coming!
At that point, I have to admit, I drifted off into a post-coital sleep, and on waking half an hour later I found I had been properly re-dressed and was alone with Mickey – Rufus, I assumed, had left to clean himself up.
As if nothing had occurred, Mickey poured me another brandy and our amicable conversation just drifted around pleasantries and chit-chat again, until I had to leave for my own hotel.
Needless to say, during my stays in Paris, I would often visit Mickey at his club, and he would generously allow me to make use of Rufus’ services whenever I felt I had need of them. That was until I had to move back to America again – losing contact with Mickey Gulliver and Rufus when Europe slipped into chaotic madness again.
Surfing Down Under
by Eva Hore
Bell’s Beach in Australia is the place to be when the sun is up, the surf is high and the guys are tanned and in top form. We were travellingaround Victoria and our number one destination was Bell’s.
The beach has high cliffs, making the way down quite dangerous but when you see those waves breaking you know it’s all worthwhile. We spent a week there before the Easter Carnival opened up. The crowds and traffic were building as everyone made their way to the beaches. Surfers of all ages and sexes surged together, eager to see the big waves.
This particular day, after a night of heavy partying, I was happy to be on my own and decided to find another beach, something a bit more less public where I could relax and think. Unbeknown to me there was a nudist beach further along the coast which I accidentally stumbled upon.
Not having been to a nude beach before I wasn't sure of what the etiquette was. I wasn't really shy and thought I'd just strip off straight away and head for a secluded area.
Ambling along I found my cock beginning to grow.I found the heat from the sun and the cool air tantalizing my flesh very stimulating. Stumbling over the sand was making me very aware that I had half a fat. My balls swayed easily enjoying their freedom.
I chuckled to myself. Who would have thought it would be such a turn-on walking along a beach? I had my sunglasses on and every now and again I'd have a quick pervof the other naked bodies catching rays. There were mainly heterosexual couples but I still hoped some guy might be watching me through his sunglasses.
I knew I had a good body, always had. I had the sort of torso girls always ogled. Broad shoulders, tapered waist, great six-pack, tight butt and toned legs. I biked a lot and was extremely fit.
When I finally found a secluded cove I lay down my towel and used my clothes as a cushion for my head. It felt fucking great lying under the hot sun as it burned into my flesh, in areas that hadn't seen the sun since I was about two.
I opened my legs and breathed in deeply as it warmed me. Sucking in my stomach I allowed my hand to roam across it before moving downwards towards my crotch. I rested it there while I carefully lifted my head to make sure no prying eyes were observing me.
Being naked and out in the open is awesome. I love the sea air and listening to the crashing of waves is very relaxing so with no one about I allowed any inhibitions to fall away.
With the coast clear I inched my hand down over my cock and gave it a gentle pull, squeezing hard every now and again, enjoying it swell beneath my hand.
I closed my eyes, concentrating on the sound of the surf.I imaged a guy, blond and tanned. A fair dinkum Aussie kneeling down between my open thighs.
He slowly runs his tongue gently over my balls. I barely move. Encouraged, he licks at the base of my shaft; his tongue is flat and wet. He continues on, licking his way to the rim around my knob.
I sigh, pleasure coursing through me as I continue with my fantasy.
With his tongue still on my knob he opens his mouth further and swallows me. I open my eyes and smile down at him as he sucks, licking lightly, his eyes sparkling mischievously.
My cock throbs, his tongue, wet with saliva, sucks more purposefully and I slide in and out more easily.
Iwas pumping my cock, enjoying my fantasy and the next thing I knew I was ready to blow. I opened my eyes to peer about and make sure the coast was clear, that no one was about to spoil this for me.
Gasping for breath I relaxed for a second, allowing the orgasm to spurt forth, spraying my come over the sand. The jerky spasms finally subsided and I pulled the shaft hard squeezing out every last drop, my hand resting protectively over my cock while I stretched out one leg and allowed it to flop on my thigh.
Not wanting to burn my precious jewels I rolled over on my stomach. I must have dozed for a while because the heat on my back was beginning to get hot. Suddenly I froze. A hand ran itself across my butt cheeks. Gently at first and then more determined, searching around the crack before sliding further down over my hole and under to cup my balls.
His hand was cold, as though he’d only recently come out of the surf. Perhaps he was a surfer like me?
A slight chuck
le had me tensing.What should I do? I didn't want to face anyone. I didn't want to be judged by someone who thought that perhaps masturbating was not something I should be doing here on a public beach. On the other hand I found it extremely erotic to be here with a stranger, right out in the open with someone who was naked too.
I tensed when a tongue slid its way up and down my crack, nice and wet over my drying skin. The fingers were now spreading my cheeks and I gasped as the sun shone warmly on my puckered hole.
A tongue was lapping at it, probing, trying to push its way in. I clenched my cheeks together and the tongue moved further down towards my balls where it licked magically, nuzzling in to drive me wild.
My cock responded by pulsating.
The hands pulled my legs apart and a body lay between them.The tongue lapped at me while thumbs pulled my cheeks open and then the tongue tried to worm its way in.
Wiggling my butt I lifted slightly upwards and the hands held onto my hips while the body moved further between my thighs. The fingers gripped into my hips and then pulled me up by them. I leaned up on my elbows my head hanging down, my balls swaying, my cock bobbing around, wanting to fuck something too. I did not want to see who was behind me but desperately wanted to continue with this erotic experience.
The body was coming closer to me when the hands came around and grabbed at my hanging balls. A murmur of approval was close to my ear and the fingers kneaded them, then weighed them in the palm of the hands, squashing them upwards to massage.
My cock was throbbing madly, pulsating as he grabbed at the shaft with his other hand and gave it a quick pull. The hand was now underneath my arse massaging my balls gently. My cock began to stiffen more and I could feel pre-come oozing out of the slit.
I sighed loudly enjoying every second. The hand roamed upward and a quick tweaking of my nipples had them rigid. I gasped as a cock probed between my thighs banging into me, into my butt, my thighs and as I looked down and back I could just see the knob peeking out from beneath my hairy balls.
I reached down and grabbed it. I ran my finger over the tiny slit and smeared pre-come over the knob. The body was leaning into me enjoying my hands as I tugged at the knob.
Abruptly the hands moved back to my butt and pulled my cheeks apart. The knob moved along my crack and probed the puckered skin there, inching open the hole, the tip trying to penetrate.
I wiggled around, desperate now for it to enter me, for it to slip deep inside me, for my cheeks to hug it close, to keep it inside where it was warm and welcoming.
I lifted my head up causing my butt to tilt and in it slipped. I gasped, 'Hmmm … oh …. Oh yeah.'
The body had no voice. The cock said all that needed to be said as it pulsated inside me, growing harder with every thrust. I closed my eyes tight, and in my mind tried to imagine what this man must look like. With a cock like his he must be young, I thought. It was thick, hard and very firm.
The cock pushed in and out rhythmically and I pushed back with every thrust.There was a dreamlike quality to this. The whole experience was so surreal so when the hand slapped my butt hard, my eyes flew open and my mouth made an 'O'.
Now the hand was slapping harder and each time it did my cock grew. I'd never been spanked before and with every thrust I felt his balls slapping hard against mine. The fingers tightened into my flesh and the body tensed. He was coming and so was I.
The fingers were digging into my groin as they pulled me in closer. His cock slammed into me, all hard and powerful. The walls inside me contracted. I spasmed and arched as my cock exploded before me. I moaned happily as I heard a faint grunting coming from the man and then his fingers stopped pulling and he laid his fat cock on my back, his come spurting over me, his fingers smearing it before his body collapsed and sagged against mine.
Drops of perspiration fell on me and dried as quickly as they fell. I could feel his shaft began to slacken. Still on all fours the body moved from me but I stayed there like that unsure of what to do, breathing hard.
My knees began to shake and my arms began to tremble. I snuck a look over my shoulder and saw no one was there. I collapsed onto my towel shocked at what had just happened.
Later, I rose, whipped away the sperm from my back and sides where it had dribbled, the only evidence of this mysterious man and made my way back to my car. On the way, with my sunglasses perched on my nose I eyed every body laying there. No one looked at me and no one gave any evidence of being the one who'd fucked me.
I dressed in the car park still searching for my unknown lover but alas no one was there. I've gone back the last four days in a row and lain in the exact same spot, in the exact same way but he hasn't returned.
I scan the ocean looking for some hunking guy on a board, hoping he’ll ride the waves in and make his way to me.
I'll keep going, watching and waiting. When he does come I'll turn around to look deep into his eyes, into his soul. I want what I had that day and now I want it every day.
Float Your Boat
by Landon Dixon
It was a great day for fishing. Well, any day’s a great day for fishing, as they say. But this particular one was even better than most – because the catch of the day was my new boyfriend, Evan.
I’d met the guy at a boat show the previous weekend, and we’d hit it off immediately, our mutual love of all things hookable, jerkable, and filletable forming a strong bond right from the beginning. And one date later – DVD night, featuring A River Runs Though I and Finding Nemo – I was hooked on the guy, line and sinker and lead and float.
He was a big, rugged, outdoorsy type, with sleek, short black hair and a black moustache, a square-cut face with a prominent cleft chin and a pair of sparkling blue eyes, thick arms and legs and barrel chest. His hands were large enough to span a cookout frying pan, hairy on the outside and calloused on the inside; his chest – from what I could see peeking out of his nylon work-shirt – was thick with black fur.
And so, one week after we’d met, we were out on the water, gone fishin’. There’s no better way for really communing with a guy – and nature – than getting out all alone in a small boat on the open water. Just the two of you, hands gripping rods and lines trailing away in the lake, trolling motor purring softly as it pushes you along. Perfect for conversation, and intimacy.
‘They don’t seem to be biting today,’ Evan commented, skinning back his Zebco cap and wiping sweat off his forehead with a brawny, hairy forearm.
‘Maybe we’re just not using the right bait,’ I mused dreamily, gazing at the hunk of man squatted down in the Lund outboard across from me. He was wearing a blue plaid shirt, his huge upper body straining the stitching, heavy thighs and legs equally testing the seam-strength of a pair of blue jeans cuffed at the bottom. The guy was loaded as bear.
My own lanky, beanpole physique was packaged up sprightly in a tight white T-shirt and a pair of jeans I’d spray-painted on at four that morning. The T-shirt read Bait Shop Now Open, with a red arrow pointing downward. My all-year-tan was getting another layer under the blond fuzz on my bare arms, under the warm, rising sun. The heat and the twinkling water, that big, built dude so close, making my head swim like the fishies weren’t.
I decided it was time to really set my hook. I put my fishing rod down and stood up in the boat and stretched, reaching up to the clear blue sky and bending backwards, allegedly working the kinks out of my back. Hopefully, working the kinks into my fishing buddy.
The boat wobbled a little, but I kept my footing, my cock a solid pole for all to see, outlined against the front of my faded blue jeans. I pulled my shirt out of my pants and up over my head, dropped it down into the bottom of the boat, and let the smiling sun bathe my trim, blond-fuzzed torso in delicious warmth.
‘Good idea,’ Evan agreed, following my lead. He set his rod aside and stood up and unbuttoned his shirt, showing me a large part of what I was really fishing for.
The boat shook along with my legs. The guy was a bear, all right �
� a massive black bear! His pecs were humped with muscle and doused with fur, pink nipples peeking through the screening bush, a rich trail of black hair running down his stomach and into his jeans.
We stared at one another for a couple of seconds, standing there in the quivering 12-foot open boat out on the open water, the telltale tugging on Evan’s discarded rod completely ignored, bigger fish to fry right in front of us. And then we were in each other’s arms, kissing like we’d just come home from the sea.
The boat rocked dangerously, Evan wrapping his burly arms around me and hugging me tight, me flinging my arms around the mountain man in delight. Our bare upper bodies melded together under the glaring sun, hot skin on skin. Evan’s huge hairy chest, his rigid nipples, feeling so right, so righteous against my tightened, tingling skin; his big arms crushing me, big hands clutching my back, making me moan with pleasure into his mouth.
His lips were soft and warm and searching, thick moustache tickling. We kissed hungrily, exuberantly, devouring each other’s mouths, chewing on one another’s lips, neither of us giving the other any slack. All out there in the open in the middle of that forest-lined lake in that aimlessly-propelling little boat.
Evan surged his thick, wet tongue into my mouth and thrashed it around. And I got my tongue jigging, entwining it with his. I riffled my fingers through his jet-black hair (on his head), his own heavy hands sliding down my bare back and into the back of my jeans as far as they would go. As we frenched with a fearsome passion, swirling our tongues together over and over.
Until I snagged Evan’s flailing pleasure tool with my teeth and sucked on it, tugged on his tongue with my lips like I was sucking his cock. Like I wanted to suck on that slab of meat that was pressing hard and large into my own throbbing erection, branding me with the man’s heat.
I broke the luscious suction on his tongue and gave his moustache a quick lick, then dipped my head down and licked one of his nipples, then the other. He groaned, digging his blunt fingernails into the swelled tops of my butt cheeks, as I spun my talented, cherry-red tongue around first one stiffened bud and then the other. Getting all delightfully tongue-tickled and tangled in the mat of hair on his chest.
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