This is my second attempt at writing this sort of thing my previous story is called photographers first nude for anyone who might be interested in reading it.
This is based on a true story about a young guy who experiences cruising for the first time and has his first gay experience with a stranger.
Comments or suggestions are welcome: loven85@gmail.com
Cruising Dale
Family holidays to Spanish resorts had been the norm for Dale and his family. As child he enjoyed them but as he got older the only way he could get through them was to take time out away from the rest of the family. Dale solved this problem by going on walks along the coastline to give himself a break from the family.
Dale is an 18 year old lad from the north of England. He's a decent looking guy and he's had girlfriends in the past but he broke up with his last girlfriend a couple of weeks before his holiday.
Wearing grey joggy shorts and bright white trainers he rubbed in sun cream onto his upper body before putting on a white t-shirt, he knew he would be tempted to take his top off in the heat but wasn't the sort of guy who liked to walk around shirtless. With an average body Dale was never quite happy with the way he looked he always thought he could be a little bit more muscular a little bit more tanned etc.
Dale told his parents that he was going for a walk and that he would be back later. He made the small trip from the holiday villa to the viewpoint that overlooks the harbour and after a few moments looking at the view he began walking along the path in the direction of the town about a 2 miles along the coast.
He was walking against breeze that was making the heat bearable the only downside was that the breeze was causing a noticeable bulge in his shorts. The path was pretty quiet and as he passed an elderly Spanish couple they smiled at him and he smiled back. He thought about how friendly the people were as he continued along the path.
Dale noticed a man about 50 metres ahead of him walking in his direction, he was around 40 years old, wearing shorts, a white shirt that was open and blowing in the breeze and a cowboy style hat. As he got closer he looked up at him and smiled he didn't smile back he just seemed to stare through Dale. Dale continued along the path and had a quick look over his shoulder and the man was staring back at him he felt a little intimidated because he didn't seem as friendly as the others.
Dale continued along the path and took a seat on a bench at the top of the path looking over the cliff edge onto the sea. He noticed the man had changed direction and was walking towards him again he thought maybe he had just finished his walk and was heading back. As he passed Dale again gave a friendly smile and this time the man done the same as he gave Dale a lingering look and continued along the path, he turned round a couple of times before disappearing out of site.
Dale was beginning to really feel the heat so he decided he'd take off his top for the rest of his walk and put it back on once he was at the other town to avoid his embarrassment. He continued towards the town and stopped at the lookout point. Dale couldn't see anyone else he seemed to be alone he enjoyed the feeling of the warm sun beating down on his body, he looked out at the sea daydreaming until the sound of footsteps caught his attention. Looking behind him it was the man from before this time he had his shirt in his hand standing shirtless looking at Dale he took a couple of steps towards Dale who turned back to look out to sea.
Dale was startled when the man stood right behind him and ran his finger down Dale's back stopping just above the waistband of his shorts. Dale felt a tingle, he was excited and an erection was quickly forming, turning round to the man Dale looked into his eyes and the man gave him a wink and slowly walked away. He didn't really know why he was tempted but before he had the chance to think about what he was doing he was following the man off the path down rocks that were steep and unstable, He stopped in front of Dale at a spot not visible from the path and turned round stepping in towards Dale, he pulled Dale by the hands making him sit down.
He took his hat off unveiling his bald head before sitting it down beside Dale then he put his hands on Dale's knee and he began rubbing his thighs moving a little higher with each stroke, Dale's erection was now fully noticeable through his shorts. As the hands got higher his fingers grazed his balls at this point he moved in and licked Dale's right nipple it began with a little lick and seconds later he was sucking on it while his hand was massaging Dale's balls.
He gripped the waistband of Dale's shorts and forcefully pulled them down along with his boxers, he looked at Dale then moved down and he put Dale's cock into his mouth he began sucking, getting a little deeper with every stroke. Dale was squirming with pleasure his last girlfriend wasn't a blowjob kind of girl and he missed this pleasure. Dale put his hands on the top of the man's head pushed it down on his 7 inch cock, the pleasure was building and building and he knew he wouldn't last long.
"Im going to cum" Dale said, getting only a confused look back before he got back to sucking, Dale took it as the signal and wrapped both hands around his head and forced it down with deeper and deeper getting rougher with this guy's mouth he then pushed him down as deep as he could before unloading his three day load down his throat. The pleasure release was just what Dale needed he was gasping for breath after shooting while this stranger was licking up the remaining cum from his cock.
In broken English the man said "go now, call, I come, get ,for more." As he handed Dale a piece of paper with a phone number written on it. He placed his hat back on his head, got up and climbed up towards the path.
Dale scrunched up the paper and put it in his pocket and pulled up his shorts he waited a couple of minutes before heading back to the villa not wanting anyone to get any ideas about what had just happened. He imagined that the people he passed on the way home knew what had happened. He couldn't believe what he had done; he didn't think he was gay but if he enjoyed it that much how could he be sure?