That special feeling Part 2
Yes, I suppose I was nervous...didn't know quite what to expect..the little Hair dresser had intimated that it was widely known in the little country town what went on up there on the hill and it was more or less accepted...this I knew was a community that honoured the outward appearance of respectability rather than the actuality..so why was I nervous? Thinking it through I realised that what worried me most was meeting up with a..well, unsavoury partner, in the gloom I wouldn't be able to pick and choose...however on consideration this was a risk I was prepared to take. I was also very excited, aroused at the prospect of having a man's fingers feeling me up, so I prepared myself by donning loose track suit pants...no fiddling with zippers and then I remembered - the lubricant, not so much for penetration but it helped prolong things, way back in school we'd found that covering our pricks in talcum powder reduced friction - it made things last longer before we came and then later on when we'd discovered Vaseline - that really helped!
I left it until about 8 pm before driving up the hill, having been forewarned I was able to discern the occasional car tucked away, I counted 3 or 4 before turning in to a gap in the trees. I stopped the car and let my eyes take in the scene, bushes surrounded me and all seemed quiet...through gaps I could glimpse the town lights. After several minutes I decided "here goes" and emerged from the car into the little clearing and there I stood, heart beating..silence - or perhaps those were rustling noises not so far away? The touch made me jump then the shadow spoke "Looking for some - sport - are you? I am..." The vague figure seemed on the small side - the way I used to like them I remembered and then I caught a whif...it was somehow familiar, something I'd recently experienced YES, that was it, in the Barber's shop! Could this then be....but of course, he'd been steering me up here hadn't he?
My suspicions were confirmed when the shadowy figure spoke again " Yes, it is you..I'm glad you decided to have a look...you know, I had a hard on all that time I was cutting your hair...I still have!" Grasping my hand he placed it between his legs, sure enough my fingers felt a hard jutting prick beneath the fabric, involuntarily they closed around it "Ah yes....there, that's it...you like that don't you...handled mens pricks before have you?" I gulped to clear the lump in my throat "Yes, oh yes...but not for a long time". He was silent as if considering then "Well then, let's see how we go shall we? Let's have some fun....?" Before I knew it he had dropped his trousers. "I like standing around like this - I reckon half naked is much more sexy that naked" I agreed so no longer hesitant I allowed myself a casual feel of his prick, my eyes were now used to the dark and I took in the slim legs and the way that he tented up under his shirt. My turn then, I eased my track suit around my ankles and leaned back against the car, hips thrust forward offering myself. "Nice, yes very nice....here..." Fingers reached for my prick and I shuddered at the delicious thrill of his touch, oh God it brought back memories, wonderful memories, to have another man feeling you up...unless you've done it you wouldn't know! So we stood for a while exploring each other and I for one growing more and more excited as it went on "How's it going?" I asked. He cleared his throat..."Well, I think we'll make a right pair....oh yeah, keep doing that...right there, yes like that.." I'd been brushing my thumb across the top of his penis - more of a caress actually - before I returned to masturbating him.
"You haven't done this for a while you say but you certainly know what you're doing - that touch you have...very very nice...yeah, doing it just there...sexy feeling....you must have done this quite a bit - at some time?" I explained what it had been like in boarding school and what we'd got up to, mostly mutual masturbation at first and then the sucking and lastly, the fucking..I explained that I hadn't done much fucking myself...my main partner was a smaller boy and he'd found it too painful so I'd let him fuck me instead...the result was that even when I'd left school I'd occasionally pick up a man and let him penetrate me...although I wouldn't mind fucking the right man.... He reassured me "You've no idea...the sizes I can take...my could we have fun...so what do you remember most?" So I told him.
It had been among my first experiences, a senior boy persuaded me to go on a training run with him and obediently I followed him on a path that led to some old fortifications, once we reached them he paused in a gloomy door way then beckoned me to enter...inside was dark and damp but shortly I was able to see them, the chalk graffiti on the walls...pricks rampant, buttocks bared, boys bent over, boys lying with legs raised and wide apart, my breath caught. So aroused did I become that I never felt it when my companion pulled down my running shorts, I was helpless as he set about enjoying me...it was a bit like that now as my little friend and I caressed each others pricks, neither was in any hurry. I remembered the Vaseline and mentioned I should get it from the car but the reply was not to bother, he had something with him in a tube and fumbling he produced it, next I felt a delicious soothing gel on my penis...now full realisation set in...what I'd missed over the years...the exquisite pleasure that two men can give each other and he was good, very good...slow masturbation interspersed with the occasional caress, fondle. For my part his little body fascinated me...it awoke memories of a slim dark eyed boy who writhed and panted beneath my touch...would we do this again....I really fancied him...Oh God was I feeling randy...such clever, clever fingers he had...while I in turn revelled in the feel of his hard little prick with its velvety knob so smooth, such a pleasure to fondle....
Time passed as we stood there totally engrossed with what we were doing, two men skillfully pleasuring each other, it went on and on and then I felt that deep down sexy feeling you can get with really good sex, it takes over and grabs your breathing. "This is good, really good..." he muttered. In turn I blurted out "I'm glad you told me about this place....God how I've missed this....want to do it again - sometime?" "Like my prick do you then" "It's beautiful - but I want to suck it...just for a bit - not to make you cum though" Then it was in my mouth, that lovely velvety texture as I ran my tongue over the head, the slightly salty taste - oh why had I waited so long for this?" Above me I heard him gasp "That's it, great but...I'll cum...let's do stuff...a bit longer..it's just too good..." so reluctantly I regained my fweet but this time...I decided to feel him up..with my hands roaming over him would it be like it was with that little friend at school? Pressing him toward me I felt his buttocks, fondling them for a bit before moving on up his back, it was then that I felt him pressing closer..dizzy with expectation I noticed his head tilted upward...oh yes...this was it...we kissed...hesitant on my part at first then full deep throated stuff until pulling apart, with one accord we furiously masturbated on another this time intent on cumming. "Got to do this some more..somewhere else...you know..comfortable....shall we? I mean....do you like fucking? You can do me if you want...." It was about then that we both came. "Oh God yes...we must do this again...." His hips were jerking back and forth then he shuddered, shuddered again as his prick let fly...."Don't leave it too long...before your next hair cut - will you?" I was too engrossed to answer.....