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SUNBATHING
I thought you would like to know what happened yesterday.
It was another of the very hot days we are having at the moment – about 28C in the shade and much higher than that in the sun. As it was my day off and it was too hot to do anything strenuous, I decided that sunbathing was in order. So I went upstairs and slipped on my blue speedos over my cock – perhaps I am not being modest, but I am quite proud of my cock. It is about 5 inches when soft and over 7 inches when erect. I like to keep it shaved as that seems to make it look larger and besides it isn't polite to inflict your pubes on a guy who has just sucked you. I think my cock shows off well with my body when I am naked. I am not a gym bunny, but I do like to keep in reasonable shape – 40 inch chest, 30 inch waist, nice flat stomach.
Anyway, back to what happened yesterday. I stretched out on the lounger and basking in the sun's rays, I started on deepening the tan on my chest and all over my front. Maybe half an hour later, I was beginning to feel uncomfortably hot so I turned over and started on my back. It might have been the friction and heat on my cock trapped as it was between my body and the lounger and it certainly felt restricted being jammed in the tight speedos. Anyway, for whatever reason, I started to get hard and the more I was aware of it, the harder I got.
Turning over onto my back again I adjusted my cock so that it was lying over my left hip bone and showing a large bulge. The heat of the sun on the lycra of the speedos transferred quickly onto my cock causing it to swell even more. I really needed to stroke myself off, but didn't really feel like going indoors. I knew both sets of neighbours were away on holiday and no other houses overlooked my garden so I thought I would risk it. Lowering my speedos and hooking them under my balls I started on a slow teasing of my cock head. I spat on my fingers and slowly massaged the head with my right hand while my left hand fondled my balls.
My nipples were erect and needed attention, so I moved my left hand up to pinch and massage them. I could tell this was working up to be a lovely slow climax in the hot sun. Unfortunately my bliss was interrupted when I realised that I needed to take a piss. Now there were two possible alternatives – either to go indoors and use the toilet, or piss right here outdoors. As I had already decided that wanking outdoors was a good idea, you can probably guess that I would decide that a piss in the garden was fine too. You are right, especially as I like a bit of water sports from time to time (yes, I have my kinks!). So, standing up, I pulled my speedos up over my engorged cock and continued rubbing it through the fabric. I wanted to keep erect while the piss worked its way up my shaft.
I stood there rubbing my cock and feeling my piss slowly work its way along. Suddenly I let it rip and saw the blue material turn a darker shade. Then I felt the piss flowing down the inside of my thighs. I felt really dirty and slutty and I needed to make the most of that feeling. So I laid down on the grass, pulled my speedos down again under my balls. I grabbed my stiff shaft and sprayed my chest and face with a golden shower. It seemed to go on for ever, but it also ended too quickly. I lay there on the grass, rubbing my warm piss into my face and chest, paying special attention to my nipples.
I was thinking that this was about as much fun as a gay guy can have on his own and that I would end the session by wanking off to a satisfying climax before going indoors for a shower.
Then I panicked. The doorbell rang. I decided to ignore it as I obviously didn't want anyone to see me like that. The bell rang again and I held my breath. It rang a third time – why didn't they think I was out and just go away?
To my horror I heard heavy footsteps walking along the path at the side of the house. What could I do? My only clothing was a pair of piss-soaked speedos which put on full display the bulge of my erection. So I did nothing. I just stood there clasping my wet hands in front of my groin staring at the corner of the house to see who would appear.
As soon as I saw him I recognised him and blushed deeply in embarrassment. It was the DPD delivery driver. He often delivered along my street and I must admit that I have secretly lusted after him for a long time. He seems to have a good physique under his uniform and he certainly has a killer smile. And it was that smile he was displaying right now. He was almost leering at me. He could easily see my vulnerable position – piss-covered, erection and nowhere to hide. The bastard looked like he was enjoying the scene and my embarrassment!
`I have a package for you,' he said, possibly aware of the double entendre. And his smile/leer grew wider.
`I – I – I'm sorry,' I stuttered, not knowing what I wanted to say. I was cursing myself that this attractive guy had caught me in such an awful situation.
Don't apologise,' he replied. I think I might be about to make the delivery that will round off the day perfectly for me. I love a piss slut and I think I've found one.
Lose your speedos, boy,' he went on. And get on your knees NOW!
I did as ordered – it was definitely an order and my cock rose to full hardness. He unzipped the fly of his shorts, taking out a delicious looking 6 inches of soft cock which was already plumping up. I needed no further order, as I opened my mouth to work on bringing it to full erection. I was right: it was delicious, musky with a heady taste and smell of sweat. With my left hand I pulled his foreskin right back and swirled my lips and tongue round his head, bringing sighs of pleasure from his mouth. With my other hand I started slowly stroking my own erection. I was going slow as I wanted to savour this cock and my sensation of vulnerability for a long time. The man I had fancied for a long while was letting me enjoy his cock. No, serve his cock. No again. He wasn't letting me do it – he had ordered me to and I was happy to obey.
I licked up and down his shaft. I massaged his balls which hung very low because of the heat and I could feel the cum swirling in my balls as I approached fulfilment.
Suddenly, without any warning, and much too soon for me, he came. Not a vast amount, but satisfyingly tasty with a slight sweetness mixed with saltiness. After he had cum, I swallowed it all and carried on licking his cock shaft clean. As his cock was softening, he grabbed my head roughly between his hands and pissed in my mouth. This was a huge load. (I suppose delivery men must learn to hold their loads when delivering in suburban areas where there are no public toilets.)
There was so much I couldn't swallow fast enough and it started dribbling down my cheeks and chin. When he saw this, he withdrew from my mouth and sprayed his piss over my face, hair and chest. When he finally finished, he shook the remaining drops over my cock.
I was disappointed. He had cum. He had pissed in and over me and I was still as horny as hell and hadn't cum. My hard-on was sticking right up in the air as I knelt there looking up at him.
He said, `I know what you want, boy. You want to cum. And I'll let you. I'm going to sit here on your lounger, while you stand in front of me and wank yourself for my pleasure.'
It was humiliating to be told to wank while another guy, by now fully dressed, sat there and watched, but I had already swallowed his cum and piss and he had pissed all over me. So I was well experienced in humiliation. I was so turned on by the situation that it only took 6 or 8 strokes for my cum to start flying through the air. It was an amazing orgasm.
I had hardly stopped spasming when he said, `I need you to sign for this parcel,'
I signed, hoping for another delivery very soon.
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