Christmas was already over. It had been a real family get together, but now I was fed up with just sitting at my computer or reading school books. Even so, I almost wished I was back at school - back with Nick and Adrian my exciting sex partners. There was one event left in the holiday, and at about 7pm I started to change for the New Year Scout disco taking place at their hut on the edge of town. I don't like discos but I fancied meeting someone for some sex action in the woods, so into my new check shirt top pocket I slipped three Extra Safes, and a tube of KY into my jeans back pocket. It was a clear night, cool but not cold, and I took the short cut past the allotments and garages, then on past the old cinema. It was just gone 8.30 when I arrived at the hut. All the girls looked about 14, and I only recognised one boy - from my primary school days before going off to private school.
It was hot in the large dimly-lit cavernous room, so I undid the top two buttons of my shirt and stood round near the edge to watch the action. I was quite frankly bored by it all, but turned my head from watching the floor when I heard loud laughter from one corner. A small party with cans of drink were getting rather excited. My eyes fell on one of the boys in particular, who seemed to be sitting slightly apart from the rest. What was striking about him, even at a distance, was a shock of black hair contrasting with light-coloured sweat-shirt and jeans.
I moved further down the side of the room till almost opposite him. I noticed just how good he looked. He had broad shoulders, a very intelligent and handsome face, and his jeans fitted tightly over strong elegant legs. He looked like a trained athlete and, as he leaned back, his shirt rode up to expose a brown wash-board abdomen and a streak of black hair running down and disappearing below his navel. I heard myself give an involuntary gasp.
I grabbed a chair and lounged back against the wall with my legs just apart and watched him. Two girls in the group talked to him but he didn't seem really interested or even comfortable. The boys were talking quickly amongst themselves. He was just looking vaguely around when suddenly our eyes met. We were both startled and quickly looked away. Then our eyes locked again - and then again - each time for a little longer until I smiled across at him and he returned a dazzler. My heart was racing - what to do next! In all the noise and music these exchanges went unnoticed, and so did my getting up and crossing the floor to head for the toilet.
Boys had to pee into a long metal trough under a corrugated iron coverway against the side of the hut. I stood there in a row of three and quickly finished, but was left finally alone. I heard the hall door open - could it be him? No. This happened twice more - and then he appeared and stood some feet away. I waited till we were alone and signalled to him to follow me. I walked quickly down behind the club buildings into the car park, and we stopped out of sight of anyone.
'I'm Barnaby - but call me Barny'. 'Pablo' he replied, and immediately he moved close to me, tightly holding my waist and pressing his mouth hard against mine. At first I felt that I could hardly move, but he quickly relaxed, and instead of the forceful hardness, I began to feel the warm softness of his mouth. Our lips began gently sliding and sucking on each other, and I put my arms around his well-developed chest. We began to squirm against each other and he moved his hands down to the cheeks of my bum. 'You are very nice' he said, and pulled me harder towards him so that our stiff cocks were grinding together through our jeans. 'Let's get away from here' I said, 'we can go into the wood.' 'The grass will be wet. I think I know a place - but I must tell my friends.' 'Tell them what?' I asked, somewhat alarmed. 'That I will be back late. He grinned. No problem!' He ran off leaving me wondering if he would return, but was back again in less than a minute. 'We can go where I used to work.'
I followed him along the main road to a lane leading to a woodyard with a high metal fence round it. I knew it was there but had never been in. The back fence was at the side of the railway line, and behind some bushes there was a gap. We squeezed in and, once inside, entered a very large shed open at each end - with timber stacked on shelving - finally reaching a secluded area of the yard, with a caravan standing next to a brick building. Pablo gave me another of his wonderful smiles, then putting his arms round my shoulders he began kissing me again passionately. His energy was amazing. I was soon pressing my tongue against his lips and he responded by opening his mouth for deeper kissing. It was wonderful. Then he pulled away to find a door key hidden under the caravan. Next thing we were inside in the dark. Pablo switched on a small desk lamp.
The caravan, though rather scruffy, seemed to have everything - water and electricity (from the main office bulding), a shower cubicle with electric shower, a heater, and across one end a single bed. It was all perfectly dry but a bit cold so Pablo switched on the fan heater. 'This was all for security, but business is bad. I saw the key hidden...' I didn't want to hear any more explanations so I put a finger gently on his lips and with my left hand I undid the top button of his jeans. I looked again directly into his eyes and smiled at him. His expression at once became serious and I knew then that things were about to take their own course. We were now standing on a rug by the side of the bed and, as we began kissing again, he undid the buttons of my shirt. Then he pulled off his own T-shirt and I took the belt from my jeans and threw it down, followed by my shirt.
As I've said before (Barnaby and Andy) 'I'm 5'9" with dark brown hair and grey eyes, fairly slim but well built and athletic, with well developed chest and stomach muscles. I do regular excercise besides playing rugby and some athletics, and I swim too and was in the junior squash team at school. I'm not at all hairy except for a dark silky bush above my cock and a narrow path of hairs leading down over my navel.'
We were standing face to face bare topped and exactly the same height. Pablo seemed as excited by me as I was by him. His smooth tanned chest was beautifully muscled, and his waist so slim. My heart was pounding as I saw his dark eyes narrow with intent, and wondering what he would do, I began kissing his face and neck and rubbing my fingers through his thick hair. My cock was now steel-hard inside my jeans. Pablo was quick to lower my zip to find me.
He dropped to his knees and, taking me lovingly into his mouth, he started sucking me through my flies. His tongue and lips worked together as he began taking the whole length of my shaft in his mouth. With my hands caressing his thick hair I encouraged him to take me deep. His head moved quickly on me, and the soft friction of his throat was driving me wild. All I could say was 'O Pablo!..Pablo!' My face was flushed and my legs trembled. He knew I was about to come and slowed down to give me the most exquisite orgasm. I was experiencing pure and unimaginable pleasure. My cum flowed into him and he swallowed. His sucking became gentle licking and kissing, and then he stopped and got to his feet and smiled at me, gently brushing the perspiration from my forehead into my hair. I believe there were tears in my eyes as I said 'Pablo, please let me do that for you.'
He made no reply, but I undid his button fly, and removed his trainers and jeans. There in front of me stood the most perfect physical specimen I had ever seen, wearing only blue briefs and white socks. I feasted on him and marvelled at the lines and curves of his sculptured body. It was my turn now and I wanted to give him the same experience he had just given me, so I kissed him and led him to the bed. He lay on his back at the pillow end, just as if he were resting. I lay next to him a little further down, and with the greatest excitement I slid his blue briefs over his hips and down his beautiful legs. Then I moved down even further till my face was next to his cock.
Pablo's hard cock was the same length and shape as mine but slightly thicker. Like me, he was uncircumcised, and the pink-purple head was just visible. He turned on his side slightly towards me as I rubbed my nose around in his silky black bush before beginning to suck him. Now sucking is something I really enjoy. I particularly like to give pleasure this way, and to be in control. Though hard, his cock came alive in my mouth, and I set up a steady rhythm, sometimes taking him in deeply, but always gently sucking on his warm shaft. I put my hand between his legs, stroking his tight balls and feeling in between his soft firm hairless cheeks. I pulled him towards me to help him begin a face-fucking motion. All the time Pablo was stroking my hair. He whispered 'You're so nice, Barney'. Before long he began to tremble and I could sense him approaching orgasm. He stopped his movements into me and I too slowed down, just as he had done, giving long light sucks as he filled my mouth with the sweetest semen. I too swallowed it all.
The caravan now seemed very cosy. It was safe, as Pablo had locked it from the inside. There was a single window facing a brick wall. No-one could know we were there! I took the rest of my clothes off. Pablo watched as I removed my jeans and boxer shorts. I slid up the bed next to him, and we lay together on the top sheet, his arm round my shoulder and my head on his chest. His heart was quiet now and I began slowly massaging his chest. Without stopping me he turned slightly on his side so I could look up at his face and he kissed me gently on the lips and asked 'Why were you there tonight? 'No particular reason... Why is your English so good?' 'My mother is English. Though we live in Balbao I speak both Spanish and English.' 'Then why are you here? To work in this wood yard?' He laughed and explained he regularly stays in England for holidays, especially when his parents are overseas on diplomatic business.' I asked him 'Have you used this caravan before - like this?' 'No, I've only just this year decided I'm gay. Till a year ago I had a Spanish girlfriend, but I never fucked her. I've never fucked any girls.' 'Have you ever fucked another boy?' 'Yes...several in fact. ' (I must admit to feeling just a little jealous at that moment.)
'Well, like you, I only decided I was really gay this last summer - with my cousin Andy. Now I love to fuck and be fucked - as well as to suck and be sucked!. School really is great fun! To be honest, I must admit I only came along tonight in the hope of meeting someone for sex!' Pablo looked thoughtful. 'So you like fucking?' he said. 'You bet - and being fucked too. I get fucked most nights.' 'Barnaby - I've never been fucked.' 'O..really?' 'Yes...and... I really like you. Will you show me what it's like? Will you fuck me tonight?' I said nothing but looked into Pablo's black-brown eyes and began kissing him. He returned my passion and our bodies soon became wrapped around each other as we rolled and squirmed on the bed. 'Let me get a condom from my shirt' I said. I got the KY too from my jeans.
Lying next to him I said 'Pablo, I'm going to make this my best fuck ever.' I moved his legs apart on them bed and knelt between them. I started unrolling the condom onto my stiff shaft, but Pablo seemed keen to take this process over. I thought his neat and delicate actions were going to make me climax there and then, but I distracted myself by massaging KY into him, first with one and then with two fingers. All the time he looked at me with an expression of complete trust. I kissed him again almost wanting to laugh at his seriousness. 'Now put the pillow under your lower back. Now your legs over my shoulders.' He did this and I leaned down onto him adjusting his position to bring him in line with my throbbing cock. I slid forward and pressed against him. (I learned this technique fucking Nick last term.) There was no resistance and I entered his delicious warmth slowly, inch by inch, until the backs of his legs pressed on my chest and stomach. 'Are you all right my lover?' I asked.
Without waiting for a reply I began to cover his face with kisses and slowly to fuck him. At first I moved only an couple of inches in and out, but soon I was pulling out almost completely and then plunging right in. The sensations were amazing. He had just the right tightness, and every now and then he would squeeze on me. His involvement and enjoyment was obvious from the ripples of energy running through his body, but almost overwhelming when he began to grip my back with both his arms, crushing me against him, and kissing me very fiercely. This drove me on even harder and and I really began to plough into him. Then all of a sudden it seemed that I was dissolving from the inside. 'O Pablo..I'm cumming into you! O Pablo!' To my amazement he came too, his spunk making a slippery patch between our tummies. The shiny brown legs slipped down from my shoulders as I withdrew my cock - itself now in satisfied sleep - and we began kissing and holding each other, gently caressing each other's bodies.
'Barnaby, that was just wonderful. You are a truly great lover. You show such tenderness and power.' I didn't know what to say. For me he had not only a most beautifully sexy body, but also a generous spirit that raised love-making with him to a new level of experience for me. 'I did it for you dearest Pablo, and want to do it again and again.'
Pablo's eyes seemed to mist up. I lay there admiring those perfect features - straight nose, dark eyebrows, faint moustache of the finest black hairs; and those beautiful warm red lips, whitest-of-white teeth and his active tongue that was beginning to play such an important part in our kissing. We lay together in companionable silence drawing warmth from each other and offering the simplest of caresses. Soon we had slipped into a light sleep.
I was awoken by the sound of Pablo pissing hard in the sink. As he walked back to the bed silhouetted against the light of the table lamp, I marvelled again at how perfectly proportioned he was! 'Let's take a shower together', he said. 'Does it really work then?'
He turned the water on and adjusted the flow to get the right temperature. We stood in the stream facing each other and began prodding each other playfully and giggling like little children at a party. There was a shampoo container in the rack, and I filled my hand with the creamy soap and began rubbing it over Pablo's body. He rubbed it over me too till we were like two slippery fish, and he then drew me back slightly, out of the shower stream. I saw that his face had become serious again. He began rubbing me gently all over and up and along along the crease of my bum. Penetrating me gently but deeply with his soapy fingers he notice my eager response. 'Barney, I want so much to fuck you - to show how much you mean to me. But I have no condom.' 'I still have two in my shirt' I said, 'and plenty of jelly.' Immediately we rinsed off in the warm water and dried each other off under a spare sheet, both of us falling over together in the process. I felt exhilarated at the prospect of being fucked by Pablo - my most beautiful and caring gay lover that I had met only a few hours earlier. His partial erection was itself beautiful - the purple head just showing through the end of his foreskin. I already knew his cock to be a seven by one-and-a-half inch living machine. And now I was to be speared and fucked in an act of - well, love. He asked me fit the condom, and I also covered his whole shaft with KY.
Equipped with this powerful living weapon, Pablo then took me quite by surprise. He lifted me up bodily and lay me across the width of the bed face down with my knees on the floor. His soft hands caressed the cheeks of my bum and I felt his warm breath on me as he pushed his tongue against my entrance. I knew what to do and relaxed for him to work into me. He took only a minute to prepare me, and, standing up and leaning forward, he slid his whole cock slowly and effortlessly into me. The next thing I felt was his lifting me up towards him, my back against his chest, so that his mouth was against the side of my face. I turned to him for us to kiss, and he started to become very passionate. 'O Barney..you are so nice..SO nice..!'
He guided me face-down onto the bed, length-ways this time, lying between my legs with my bum fitting perfectly around his cock and pressed up against his groin. Even that was a wonderful feeling, but then he began to fuck me. His fucking was majestic. It was fierce but never selfish. He was sensitive to all my own responses. I grabbed the pillow and pushed it under me to give a better curve to my body. Pablo was a simply superb fucking-machine, and his steady rhythm had a tireless ease about it. He was giving me the fuck of a lifetime and I was thrilling to his every stroke. After some timeless time of the greatest physical pleasure my head again started to spin, and I knew that I was in the grip of what was going to be a mighty climax. 'O Pablo.. this is heaven! Fuck me more!! O God!' Pablo was raging above me like a furious lion, and yet his effect on me was so loving, so generous. His breathing became very forced and I could feel his heart and pulse pounding. He gave a series of short shuddering cries and finished his fuck with corresponding thrusts into me. We lay like that - him on top of me, still inside me, and me lying on a patch of cum-soaked sheet - till we drifted off to sleep. When we awoke it was light. We disentangled ourselves to the sound of Sunday church bells in the town. My watch showed 8.00 am. Soon we had to part. I had an essay to write before returning to school, and he had to get into London by late afternoon. But Pablo is coming to stay with me at Easter and I will go to Bilbao in the summer!
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