The following took place a couple of days ago on Good Friday. It is a totally true account of an afternoon in Sherborne in Dorset, UK. I've been thinking about it so much since it happened that I've been compelled to put an experience in writing for the first time.
I was driving to Salisbury to stay with my brother for Easter, and stopped in Sherborne for something to eat and to stretch my legs. It was a beautiful sunny day, easily the best of the year so far (but not, as it turned out, as good as the following day). I had never been to Sherborne before and found it to be a lovely place. Wandering through the town back to the car park about 1:30 I spotted a public toilet that looked a likely place and decided to step in, just to see. It was on a road called Digby Street or Digby Road or something, next to a garage I think.
I entered, and it seemed the perfect kind of town cottage. Small, just room for three at the urinal at a push, and with two cubicles. It was empty except for someone in one of the cubicles. A bit dank and smelly, and poorly lit after the bright sunshine outside.
I stood at the urinal and fished out my cock, and pissed lazily against the metal of the trough. I am twenty, slim and 5-10 tall, and that day I was wearing blue cargo shorts and Nike Air trainers (no socks), a pair of snug grey CK boxerbriefs, a tightish v-neck cream Next t-shirt with a stripe across the chest, a sandy coloured Nike baseball cap and some wooden surfing beads. I've got a smoothish body, just some fuzz around my nipples and a trail from my stomach down into my bush, and a couple of thick lush growths under my arms. I've got quite dark hair, nearly black, neatly cropped like nearly every other guy in the UK, and the kind of skin that tans easily, although on that day I had had no sunshine since last summer, so my skin was quite fair. My ass crack is hairy, although my cheeks are smooth, and I've got hairy legs too. As I finished pissing I suddenly felt very horny, and began to massage my dick into an erection. If nothing else, I thought, I could just a jack a load out here and splash it against the urinal. At least it would save me getting hot and bothered in the car on the rest of the drive.
I've got a good cock, not massive, but pretty good. I shave my bollocks regularly, guys seem to like that, and I do too. In about thirty seconds I had my 7 inch uncut dick at full mast, straining and throbbing, and I pulled back the skin to uncover my slippy pink knob, which I gobbed a mouthful of saliva onto, and eased the skin around a few times. I unbuckled my belt and hefted out my bollocks to give me more room to wank, and then I heard you sniffing.
You were in the cubicle and, now I listened hard, you were wanking your own dick. I could hear the soft stroke of your arm against your shirt and thought I could hear the sound of your foreskin flapping a bit, but with the dripping of water in the cistern it was difficult to be sure. Then you sniffed loudly again, and I sniffed back, and we did that a few times.
After about two minutes I heard you zip up and the door of the cubicle opened quietly. You didn't flush the bog. I didn't turn round to look at you yet but I felt you looking at my ass and back and then you stepped up to the urinal at the other end. You could see I was still wanking although you couldn't see my cock then.
After another minute I looked left and saw you looking at me. You were older than me, about 24 or 25 I guess, slightly taller, still slim but with broader shoulders. Your hair was blond and floppy and beautifully cut, and you had a pair of sunglasses holding your hair out of your face. You were wearing a pair of loose fitting sandy coloured chino style jeans and a blue cotton shirt, loosely tucked in and open at the neck. And then you smiled at me, and I could see that your teeth were wonderfully white and even, and your face was lean and handsome, and your eyes were a light blue. You were fabulously smoothly shaven, and I felt slightly rough-jawed as I don't shave very often and had two days' dark growth.
I smiled back and stood up straight, turning slightly towards you and taking my hand away to reveal my rock-hard boner. You smiled again and reached into your own fly and pulled out your dick, a real beauty. Longer than mine, and slightly thicker, and also hard as granite. You let your hands drop by your sides and your cock stood up proud and straight out of your fly, with a fat purple head on the end. Like me you had pulled your skin back to show off your helmet, and it glistened in the dim light.
Gradually we edged closer to each other and then reached over to feel each other's meat. Your cock felt hot and hard as granite and as I squeezed it a couple of times and pulled a long slow stroke on it, you sighed. Then you reached your hand round to my ass and slipped it down inside the waistband of my CKs, and then your hand was running over my smooth cheeks. A finger gently ran the length of my crack. Your other hand left my dick and went up under my t shirt to tweak my right nipple. I gasped and you smiled again. You leaned over and blew softly against my neck, one hand on my nipple, the other cupping my ass, and then you licked my neck before moving your mouth up to tongue my ear.
I guess we could have just gone for it then and had a mutual wank at the urinal but luckily for us someone else entered the bog right then. Hearing the door swing open, we sprang apart and made like we were pissing. A fat sweaty balding guy about 50 elbowed his way in between us and started to piss noisily. His gut was so large neither of us could see his dick, although we both looked, and you looked at me and laughed about it. Then you winked at me and nodded your head to outside, and we both began to buckle up and move out of the door. When I emerged out into the light you were standing on the other side of the road, just sparking up a cigarette. Your sunglasses were down over your eyes but I knew you were staring at my crotch as I crossed the road. I took a Marlboro Red from you and we strolled down the road together into a small park about a hundred yards down the road. I remember thinking that you looked gorgeous in the sun, with the light on your blond hair, and hoping that we were going to get a chance to get a bit more intimate than we had in the toilet.
We sat down on the grass in the full sunshine and you introduced yourself as Luke. I smiled because you reminded me vaguely of another guy called Luke, who was only the third or fourth guy to fuck me ever, when I was 16. I told you my name was Charlie, and then I emphasised that it was indeed my real name. You smiled at me. We finished our cigarettes and then immediately you wanted another one. I wondered whether you were nervous, but I had another cigarette with you to make you feel calmer if that was the case. At first our conversation was empty of any meaning, just comments about the weather and smoking and such. Your voice was very sexy, deep and sonorous with a touch of class in your vowels. I said you sounded posh. You laughed and said so did I.
Then you asked me what I was looking for. I was aware that I had to get to Salisbury but also aware that you were the best looking guy I'd met this year. So I said, anything you're offering. I told you I like to wank and snog and rim, but what I liked best of all was getting fucked. You smiled again, and immediately asked me if I wanted to go to your house for a while.
I agreed, and you leant over and whispered that you couldn't imagine a better way to spend an afternoon than by exploring all the possibilities my ass might offer. I laughed and you tongued my ear hard again, right there in the park with a pair of grannies having their sandwiches just a little way off.
We set off back up the way we had come, past the bog we had met in. We didn't really talk much except to establish that we were both single and loved sex. We smoked another cigarette each as you led us into a smart part of the town where a group of modern townhouses in a sort of traditional style were nestled among older buildings. You pulled out your keys and we went in one.
When we got in you became much more relaxed. You drew the curtains in the sitting room which was stylishly furnished and immaculately tidy. Then you unbuttoned your shirt to the waist and untucked it and asked me if I wanted a drink. Your chest looked awesome, hard and muscly and with a masculine swirl of blond downy fur between your nipples and trailing to your jeans. We both had a bottle of Stella, and when they were open you pulled me towards you and pressed your tongue into my mouth. We kissed deeply for a couple of minutes, and we both became hard again.
You asked if I wanted some porn on and I said sure why not. We sat on the sofa and you fiddled with the remote for the DVD player and some high quality porn (it looked European rather than American) appeared on the screen. A pair of totally gorgeous guys skydived out of a plane then landed in some woods before stripping each other naked and getting busy on one of the parachutes laid out like a blanket. After a while the more sexy of the pair was getting one hell of a BJ and decided to repay his buddy with a fast and rough fuck. He slipped his dick in and the pair went off like an engine, fucking like their lives depended on it.
You leaned across to me and whispered, is that how you want it?
We both drained our beers and began to unbuckle. I was so hard I thought I was going to explode, and within seconds we were both down to our underwear. My grey CKs were tented big but your skimpy briefs made no effort whatsoever to contain your gorgeous pole, which was standing up against your stomach, a good three fifths of it out of your briefs completely. We got snogging on the sofa and ground our cocks together, and after a little while we slipped each others pants off.
Then there was just a long period of hot snogging and tonguing and licking and cock-grinding, until we began to swivel round and suck on each other's cocks. Just as we were about to settle into a 69, you broke us up and sat up, smiling.
We'll be more comfortable upstairs, you said.
We ran up the stairs naked, hard cocks bouncing. Your bedroom was smart and again tidy. You drew the curtains again but the sun streamed through the thin fabric. We fell on the bed and you reached into the drawer next to the bed and pulled out a bottle of poppers. We both took hefty draws on it and launched at each other again. The 69 was great, your cock tasted like heaven, and we got hotter and hotter sucking each other. Then you let go of my cock and shifted your body so your tongue could get further between my legs, and after some more poppers you were finally rimming me as I tried to deep throat your hefty piece of meat. Then you spun round and got me on my back with my legs in the air so you could rim me deep. I was moaning hard and going mad on the poppers as your tongue probed deep into my hole.
You stopped and looked at me. We both took more poppers. Do it, I said.
You grinned madly, really on fire, spat on your cock, and nuzzled it against my hole, then asked me if I wanted you to use a condom. No, I said. Just do it.
You slung my legs over your shoulders and pushed your fat cockhead slowly into my ass, directing your cock with one hand and holding onto mine with the other. Expert bottom that I am (or should that be slut?) your entire shaft was very soon buried deep inside me, and you kept it there, totally still, as you massaged my own cock back to full hardness. You fucked me like that for about 15 minutes, and we both got hotter and hotter. Then we swung round and you went at me doggy, roughly, slamming your hips into my body, groaning with every thrust, and I moaned in pleasure at the feel of your big rod dragging over my prostrate. Then we had more poppers and I sat down on top of you straddling your body with your dick standing straight up inside my asshole, and finally, about forty-five minutes after we left the sofa and went upstairs, you began to thrust frantically in and out of my tight ring and I knew you were going to shoot.
I watched you as your eyes screwed up and you held my hips and cock and madly drove into me from below. I urged you to shoot inside me, and you went off like a rocket, just like that. I gripped my ass muscles hard around your dick as you unloaded inside me, shouting out loud, and then as your orgasm subsided I grabbed my own cock and wanked at top speed to bring me to the climax I'd been sitting on the edge of. I sprayed over your chest and neck and yelled out like a gorilla as I let go. You scooped up some of my cum with your finger and tasted it, then offered it to me to lick up, as we were both panting. After a while I lifted off your still half-hard cock and we snuggled down next to each other for a snog. We must have fallen asleep in minutes.
The clock next to your bed said 4:10 when I came round. You were still snoring lightly and I sat up next to you and helped myself to one of the cigarettes next to your bed. I could hear my mobile phone ringing from downstairs in the pocket of my shorts, but I ignored it. Even so, I wondered if I should just clear off and get to Salisbury, but your body looked so hot just lying there that I secretly hoped we might go at it again when you woke up. My brother could wait. I have never once enjoyed myself there anyway.
I kissed you lightly on the cheek when I finished smoking and then on your nipples and then on your cockhead. You woke up and smiled and suggested we got in the shower to wash the spunk off ourselves from earlier. In the shower we both very quickly became hard again and were snogging within a few minutes. We soaped each other all over and then you asked how I wanted to get off this time. I said, this time you choose. You said, fuck me.
You bent over and without any preparation I slid my soapy cock straight up your hole. You stood up and I hugged you tight from behind as we both played with your cock and tits. Your cock seemed even larger as I reached round and wanked it slowly while I was shafting you. But after a while the strain in my knees was too much and you sensed this and lifted off my cock and turned round. We got out the shower and you grabbed an enormous towel and laid it across the bed. Then you got on the bed on hands and knees and said, rough as you can, fast as you want. We were both still sopping wet as I knelt behind you and slid back inside your ring, and then began one of the quickest fucks of my life. We both just went like a mad pair of rabbits, frantically thrusting and jamming together. Within about ten minutes I yelled to you I'm gonna cum, and you shouted pull out, and then spun yourself over so I could splash it over your chest and stomach. We stared at each other as we both wanked ourselves at top speed and you yelled as your orgasm hit you. The sight of your jizz flying put me right there too, and within another minute I had added my second load to your chest.
We had another cigarette and a little more snogging, then showered again, separately this time. By 4:50 I was standing fully clothed in your sitting room again. You kissed me hard and said, if you're ever in Sherborne again... and then you gave a slip of paper with your mobile number on it, and I gave you mine. I left and strolled back to my car in the sunshine. I had got a parking ticket, but I didn't care much.
Unfortunately I have lost the slip of paper with your number on it. And I am going to be in Sherborne next week on my way home. Sure, I could just knock on your door. But, there's always a danger of that not being welcomed.
So, if you are reading this Luke, please call me, or mail me on the address below. I want to fuck with you again. You were awesome.
charlie_aston81@hotmail.com