I was now eighteen years old, brand spanking new at university and away from home for the first time. I’d found University in Bristol to be good, and by joining the Uni GaySoc, I’d made a few friends though not any sexual partners, the guys there were just not my type and a bit of the unsporting types. Many of them had never visited the gym, or played Rugby, or Football, swan or rowed or sailed as I had when at school. They were more the swotting academic types or politically to the left and into gay activism and liberation etc.
It was good to get to know other gay men and women of my age group. I’d been out to my family for a couple of years before I left school, though not to the school and school friends, and they were wonderfully supportive. One thing I needed though was a car. Being nearly two hundred miles from home made it both expensive and timely and difficult to get back home, the rail journey whilst pleasant took an age.
I arranged for driving lessons in Bristol and had a friendly old duffer who was encouraging. My lovely grandparents actually gave me three hundred pounds (a hell of a lot of money for them at the time) to help to buy a decent car, and when I was home, my father, accompanied me when driving.
As it happened, I’d booked my driving test both in Bristol and back home in Penzance and it was the Penzance centre that came up with the first date. So, I excused myself from university for the week, and used a few weekends before the test with a local instructor to learn the routes and to give me some pointers before the test. When he heard that I was to have the first test on the Monday morning with a female examiner, he gave a huge intake of breath. He told me that the woman always failed the first test of the week, and it could be three months before I got a second test.
I decided to do the test anyhow, thinking of the experience being better than nothing else. On the day at 9 am, the woman didn’t turn up and a guy of about thirty turned up and apologised and said he was the replacement and he got me to sign the form and we walked to the car.
Inside the car, I looked at him thinking he was very young for an examiner, but that he had some good looks about him, even with his strange geeky style haircut and his innocent looks with very light facial skin and his dark framed glasses. In some ways he looked quite attractive. He looked at me holding his clipboard and pen, directly into me for a few seconds, then sighed and asked me to read out the number plate of a vehicle about twenty yards away.
Then he told me the rules and what was to happen during the test and that he’s tell me the direction to drive and so on. I started the car and followed the direction, which was not one of the routes my local instructor had told me about. In fact, we had gone out into the countryside out of the town. Then I was told to turn down a small country lane until we came to a clear area and I was told to stop and turn off the engine.
I was now worried as I had been told that if the test was stopped and told to switch off the engine then I’d failed. The examiner then told me he was going to ask question on the national highway code which I had expected and I answered to the best of my ability. He then put down his clipboard on the floor of the car and took off his glasses.
“Well, you have done very well”.
I was confused. We hadn’t returned to the test centre and he was telling me I’d passed in the middle of, well, nowhere.
He undid his seatbelt and turned towards me.
“You’re a handsome number aren’t you”.
I wasn’t expecting this. He reached between his legs and pulled the lever to release his seat and pushed it backwards and his had fell on my arm, and he squeezed my bicep.
“Strongly built too”.
I didn’t know what to make of this. I looked at his face and he looked better without his glasses and he was relaxed and cheery. His hand fell down to my lap and my thigh was squeezed.
“Hmm, strong here too”, and he was staring at my crutch, which appeared prominently because of the seat belt across my lower body.
“Seems as if you’re big down there too”. He commented.
I didn’t know what to make of this. I was just under nineteen years old, having an important test for me and the examiner is touching me and commenting about my body.
I swallowed, and started the car engine, put the car into gear, and drove off telling him to put his seat-belt back on. He was now about two feet behind my level having pushed back the passenger seat and had a problem putting the belt back on again as it wouldn’t reach the anchor and I wasn’t going to help him. After a struggle, he was able to pull the seat back into position and he was fumbling around with the belt. It was only when I had to stop at a junction for a right turn across the road, that he told me to look. I looked at his face, and he told me to look down.
He had his erection out from his pants. If there hadn’t been a line of vehicles approaching from the right, preventing me from turning onto the main road, I’d have hit the accelerator hard. He then grabbed hold of my hand and was pulling it towards his cock. I pulled away hard and fast, and prayed for a break in the traffic soon, so I could get back to the test centre soon.
“Don’t you like it”? he asked as he was putting his cock away. I stayed silent. Maybe at another time and definitely not during my driving test I might have liked it. I drove back to the test centre directly and pulled up and parked and switched off the engine.
He’d put his glasses on again and the geeky look had returned. He filled out the form and signed it and passed it to me and left the car shutting the door behind him. I stared at the form, and saw that he had passed me. I was allowed to apply for a full driving license. I hadn’t done even half of the test.
My driving instructor who had been waiting for me to return came to the car and sat next to me.
“How did you do”?
“I passed”. I told him stunned.
“You’re not looking too happy about it”, he told me. “Which route did you take. We like to know so we can give other learner candidates some idea the examiners are likely to take them”. I understood what he meant.
“That’s just it, I said. We went out east and down this side road and stopped and I can’t remember much more after that, I don’t think he even asked me about the highway code”. I showed the instructor the certificate and he smiled. “Sometimes people are shocked that they passed the first time”.
He made me swap positions. It was a tradition that the instructor drove the car after the test. As we left the centre, I saw the examiner who smiled at me and waved.
As I was driven back towards home, the instructor was telling me that the examiner had recently been moved to the area from up country because they’d heard about inappropriate behaviour with girls and that he’d apparently been exposing himself to them.
Strange, I thought, I was definitely not a girl when I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror that morning.
I wrote off for my full license the next day and drove off back to Bristol in my third hand car, a Ford Escort, to continue my studies, happy in the knowledge that I could now get around the city and get back home to Cornwall a lot quicker and easier than before.
My pals in the GaySoc and on the course were now joshing me about picking up all the sexiest looking guys who were hitchhiking. I didn’t think so. For the first few months I was travelling back and forth to home, I didn’t pick up any hitchhikers and of those I saw, there were really none that I fancied for sex.
Until that is that I decided to drive up to Scotland for my summer break to do some geological research for my course. I’d started out early having packed my bags the night before and I’d included a tent as I intended to camp out rather than pay money for digs as I travelled around. I’d been given a good list of free camping sites around Scotland by one of my more senior student colleagues.
I’d pulled into Gloucester Services, not too far from home in Bristol to have a pee, a bite to eat and to fill up with petrol, and was driving down the slip road back onto the motorway, and thinking about maybe having a hitchhiker for some company for the next few hours and deciding that I wouldn’t when suddenly I changed my mind. I’d passed by a few very unlikely companions when I had to look twice at a guy with his thumb stuck out. I immediately slowed down to get a second look and decided that this guy would do really fine.
He was tall, and built. Dressed to show off a lot of arm and legs and was definitely a looker with a great friendly smile, and looked a couple of years older than me. He was holding a piece of cardboard with CARLISLE scrawled on in black marker pen and had a fairly large back pack over both huge looking shoulders. Definitely eye candy for the next five hours or so.
I pulled over and braked, leaned over to wind down the passenger window and he ran the few paces to the door.
“Hi Guy, I’m headed to Scotland, I’d be happy for a ride to Carlisle”. Now being able to get a close look at the face and shoulders, and really liking what I saw and approved, I told him to put his back pack on the rear seats and hop in.
“Great, thanks, mate”. And he shucked off the backpack opened the rear door and put it on the back seat and then joined me in the front passenger seat.
I told him to strap in and checked the traffic and started off onto the motorway.
He offered me his hand and I had to reach over myself to shake it. He had a strong grip and I was now aware that this was a powerful guy. “Hi I’m Nick, where you headed. How far can you take me”? he smiled broadly at me, his eyes looking me over.
I quickly shook his hand so I could concentrate on my driving and replied.
“Hi, I’m Gerren, I’m headed to Scotland so I can take you all the way to Carlisle”. I was secretly hoping that this strong guy didn’t turn out to have some homicidal tendencies as he was a large, fit guy.
“Oh wow fantastic”. Nick sounded genuinely pleased. “Where in Scotland are you headed”?
I told him that I was touring around the West Highlands.
“You’re joking”. I wasn’t. “That’s what I’m looking to do. I got all my gear in my back pack there, tent clothes and everything”.
I glanced at him; his eyes were honest and bright. I could tell he was telling the truth.
“Your card said Carlisle”. As asked as a question.
“I’d never get a lift if I put Scotland. Not even from a lonely hairy-arsed, late-middle-aged trucker over eager for company. I learned that much in life”. And he laughed gently. “Where’ve you travelled from”?
“Only from Bristol”. I admitted.
“I came up from Southampton. I left at five o’clock last night”.
“Christ, you must be wrecked. It’s taken you this long to get to Gloucester”.
“Yeah, hiking can be a bore out of Southampton, the road to Bristol is awful, and I am a bit tired, but I just has a good breakfast and plenty of coffee in the services. Sometimes the only way to get a ride is for me to haul out my huge dick and flash it at the gay guys, but it doesn’t always work”. Nick laughed heartily. “Though I had only waited about ten minutes before you picked me up so I wasn’t desperate at all for anyone to pick me up”. He laughed again.
I couldn’t resist it, and glanced down to his crutch to see if he was boasting or that there was a something substantial hiding in his shorts. I couldn’t tell, and Nick didn’t let on that I had looked.
We chatted some more and found that we could relax with each other. There were no awkward silences and we got onto the topic of sports and fitness, just as we were north of Cheltenham.
“You’re a fit looking guy”, Nick told me when we spoke about gym work out routines, and my love of rowing, kayaking and sailing.
We’d earlier spoke about rugby union and the scratch team I played for back in Cornwall.
“I bet the guys check you out in the showers”, Nick seemed eager to know rather than commenting or joking, I felt.
“You tell me you’re well endowed”, I shot back at him, “telling me about flashing your dick to attract drivers at night”.
“You got me there”. Nick admitted grinning. I looked at him briefly, still trying to concentrate on my driving and beginning to wonder about this good-looking fit guy. I decided to play his game to see just how far this conversation would go.
“Are you checked out in the showers”?
He slapped his chest and legs and pumped his left arm.
“It’s difficult not to be when you have a body like this and have a dick hanging half way down your leg”. This time there was no laugh from him but just a proud look on his face.
“You’re boasting of course”. My own cock now beginning to swell slightly.
“Maybe”. I noticed his bare legs widen. “Or maybe not”. A hand rested over the dark blue nylon cloth of his shorts, and I glanced at his chest. It was big and I’d noticed it when picking him up, but I wanted to see if his nipples were prominent against the cloth and to look for any chest hair above the neckline, but I couldn’t stare. The traffic was becoming more intense and the standard of driving was more aggressive than I was used to and I had to concentrate but it was difficult with my swelling cock and Nick talking about cock size, plus, I couldn’t get out of my mind that possibly he could be trying it on as a homophobe.
I stayed quiet for a few moments, we were soon going to be in Central Birmingham where I’d need to concentrate on the junctions of the various motorways so I could get to the M6 road, one I had never travelled over in my life. I told Nick that I was watching out for the road signs. Still with his hand on his crutch he told me not to worry, it was easy. “I’ll help you out Gerren”.
Talk of sports and cock size subsided for the next thirty or so miles and my swelling subsided. Nick was a help as he guided me around the junctions and helped me get into the correct lanes as I weaved my way around all the other traffic also changing lanes but at a greater speed and intensity than myself. But soon I was happy to see the signs for Wolverhampton and Stafford and The North. I told Nick that I’d like to stop soon for a break and a pee, and he agreed.
The facilities at South Stafford are better than those in North Stafford and it’ll be good to stretch the legs as tired as I am.
I’d been driving for nearly two hours since I picked up Nick when we pulled into the service station and we both left the car and our gear in the parking area by the facilities. It was then that I noticed for the first time that we were of the same height, but he was of a larger build than me. We walked together to the toilets. I was eager to pee and Nick stood next to me at the urinal. It was the sort with porcelain divides, supposedly to give men some privacy. These didn’t work. I could easily see Nicks peeing cock and noticed that in its flaccid state that he was a big boy. He finished before me and made a show of shaking his cock dry. He looked over at me, still pissing and commented that I must have a massive bladder and added with much emphasis, as well. I looked at his face and there was a knowing look in his eyes. He moved away to wash his hands as I finished draining my bladder and was already outside the gents when I was ready to join him.
I needed a coffee, but Nick turned one down. He was tired and intended, if I didn’t mind to put back his seat and try to get an hour’s sleep. I bought my drink and carried it back to the car and drank the coffee as Nick made himself comfortable to get his sleep.
“Wake me up when we are in the Warrington-Preston area mate wiil ya”? I promised that I would and he lay back in the seat as far as it would go with the seat belt in position. He hadn’t turned away or towards me but lay flat on his back. I slowly drank the coffee and looked at him with his eyes closed, thinking just how good looking he was and admiring his build and then looking down at his crutch area. Now he was lying back, it was easier to make out the bulge. Ummm he was a big boy for sure, there was definitely a big package there. I imagined what I had seen between the partitions in the gent’s toilets and thought that he’d not tried to hide it and that he’d looked at me pissing and made an indirect mention of my size.
When I finished my coffee, I quietly opened the door and put the empty cup in the waste bin close by, returned and started the car. The noise of the engine didn’t disturb Nick or so it seemed as he didn’t move and I took another hard stare at his crutch and drove off. Driving down the slipway back onto the motorway I looked more closely at the hitchhikers and there was no one even comparable to Nick, not that I had any room to pick up another.
An Hour and a little bit more had passed when we reached Warrington and Nick hadn’t moved at all, well most of him hadn’t. I swore that his crutch packed into the tight nylon blue shorts was bigger and substantially so. I was tempted to reach over to check out to see if he was hard, but thought better of it. My own cock though, started to swell again.
I decided to wake up Nick when we got to Preston. I’d been thinking of taking him into Scotland as he was headed that way. I liked the guy, and now thought of him as a teaser.
We reached Preston, and I shook him awake telling him where we were. He stretched and took his bearing reached to the side of his seat to bring back the seat back upwards and he rose with it, but suddenly gasped out. “Fuck that hurt”.
I asked what it was, and he openly told me it was his hard on. I laughed.
“No” he said, “I caught my dick inside my shorts and almost crushed it as I raised the seat back”.
Nick lowered the seat back slightly and was rubbing his crutch to relieve the pain. He was very open about it. Then he complained. “Now I’ve got to lose this fucking hard on. I was having a great dirty dream”.
“Really”, I said trying hard not to stare at him rubbing his encased dick. I was beginning to think that the crotch rubbing was rather for my benefit rather than Nick’s. His efforts to lose his boner, didn’t seem to be working and I told him so. It actually passed through my head that he was mentally still a teenager when it came to sex and seduction.
“Yeah, the fucking thing won’t go down”, he complained now not rubbing it but pawing the length. I was taking short peeks at what was happening while trying to concentrate on my driving. It was impossible to notice that he was hard and large down there.
Nick made no apology for what was happening and in fact he seemed to be enjoying himself.
“Do you ever have a problem losing your hard-on”? He looked at me directly, a smile on his face. I thought for a few moments about how to answer and came up with a manly answer.
“Suppose like most guys it’s happened a few times”.
“Yeah, like when you can’t get a sexy thought out of your head”.
Nick agreed.
“Uh-huh”, still grinning at me. “It tends to happen to me when I see someone really sexy that I fancy, and I can’t stop myself from springing my hard on”. He paused. “It’s never stopped me picking them up though”.
“Must have been some quality dream for you to get that excited”. I told him.
“Fuck yeah”. He was still clasping himself.
“Maybe it’s better that we change the subject”. I suggested, aware that I was also getting quite an erection in my jeans that was also making me feel uncomfortable. “Let’s take another break at Tebay service”.
“Good”, Nick seemed happy with the suggestion. “We could have a bite to eat there as well. On me as you’ve been so generous with the lift”.
I thanked him in advance and noticed that he was staring at my crutch.
“Maybe if you left yourself alone it’ll go down by itself”. I said. He shifted his stare back to my face, still smiling at me.
“Yeah, take my mind off sexual thoughts”. He said dreamily.
I smiled back at him. I knew his game now, and I doubted that he’d be doing this in front of a middle-aged truck driver. He’s be dropped off on the hard shoulder of the motorway in the middle of nowhere, and a candidate for being arrested by the traffic police.
I changed the topic of conversation to music, then politics, but he wasn’t interested in any of it. Then I tried work and he made his job in a factory sound very boring. So, trying to avoid sports as a subject which he could turn the chat around to being in the showers with his teammates, I tried travel and camping. He was a mine of information. I said that I was going to stay on a free site not far over the border from England. Nick knew of it.
There was a village not far away from the site with a decent pub and a good local store, that sold stuff like camping gear as well as food and drinks.
Then he hit on the idea.
“Say Gerren, how about we both stay there tonight, if you don’t mind taking me further than Carlisle”?
I was somehow hoping he’d make a suggestion like that, and so it was easy for me to agree.
That being decided, he raised up the back of the passenger seat, now in a more comfortable situation. He punched my arm playfully and seemed very satisfied.
As we travelled northwards past the English Lake district, we stopped at Tebay services and we pissed again, this time, it was much easier to see his dick as we pissed, as there were no partitions, and Nick stood there proudly pissing hands free, his dick hanging out from the leg of his shorts. He knew dammed well I was looking and didn’t care.
He kept his promise to by a small meal for lunch, even though it was almost mid-afternoon, and we talked about the weather and camping out in the rain and trying to stay dry.
We continued towards Scotland, passing Carlisle and I soon turned Westwards and half an hour later we arrived at the camp site.
It was surprisingly and relatively empty, with just a small handful of others camping, and only two other vehicles parked by the erected tents.
Nick seemed to know the site and suggested a place not too far from some trees, which was flat, and slightly raised up compared to the rest of the site which contoured downwards to a decent sized stream.
It was great to really stretch my body and breathe in some good clean Scottish air. Nick was quick to rescue his backpack from my car and soon had his gear out and was setting up his tent, urging me to get my gear out from the boot and to set my tent next to his.
“The sooner we get things set up here the sooner we can get to the store and buy some food and stuff”, he insisted.
We helped each other in erecting the tents and putting our bedding and other stuff inside and then walking to the village to buy supplies. I was enjoying his company a lot. He was manly; most definitely a man’s man, though with a teenager’s attitude to sex. He’d most probably be boasting to friends about his sexual conquests true and imaginary when he was well into his fifties. He wasn’t doing me any harm so I let it be.
The weather had been kind to us. It had been sunny and dry all the way up from Bristol and though it was a few degrees cooler in Scotland that down south, it was warm and dry. Nick pointed out the local public conveniences. “Useful to have if you need a dump”, he advised, “you can always pee in the woods behind the tents. Save you a walk”.
We purchased our goods and made our way back to the tents, with Nick pointing out the local pub along the way. Having stored our goods away, we sat down on the dry ground outside my tent together listening to the silence of the site, only interrupted by the occasional engine of a vehicle passing down the road to the village.
Nick seemed to have something on his mind. I waited for him to say something. He sat up his legs stretched in front of him and I looked at them. They were lightly hairy and well-muscled, as if he did a lot of walking. The I saw his hands drop down in front of his shorts.
“Do you get horny often”? He wanted to know. I had to laugh and tell him I did.
“A good looking guy like you must have lots of great sex often”.
I laughed. “Not as often as I’d like to”. I admitted.
Nick pulled a face. “Why’s that”?
“’Cos, I’m very fussy about who I fuck with, and with my digs being small and quite a few others living in the same building, it’s not exactly private”.
“Oh”.
I gave another light laugh. “Sometimes I hear the others fucking in their rooms you can’t help it”.
Nick brightened when he heard me say that.
“Wow, do you get horny and jack off when you hear then screwing and think about joining in”?
“Actually, I put on my headphones and listen to some music to drown out the sound”.
“I’d be beating my meat if it was me”. Nick’s face had turned darker at his thoughts and his eyes shone in delight. “I’d be outside their door too wanking and listening, hoping they’d catch me and asking me to come in and join them”. He was now once again squeezing the material of his shorts.
“I think you get horny very often I told him”.
“Yeah, I do”. He was now stroking the material of his shorts along the obvious erection inside. His cock was stretching towards the leg of the pants.
“Do you fuck often”?
“Fuck and be fucked”. He suddenly realised that he had slipped up. It was the first mention of his gayness. “Fuck a lot, yeah”. His eyes were bright and his face was full of lusty sexuality. He was very attractive. Good looking and a good build on him, and his pawing of his erection added to his sexuality.
“It looks as if you need to give that some attention”. I pointed out to him. I could see the leg of his shorts now beginning to open up close to the head of his cock.
“I need to, do you mind”?
My own cock was almost totally hard in my jeans but I could hide it more easily than Nick in his shorts.
“No go ahead”, I told him, “You’ll have to do it inside your tent though, so no one sees”.
His breathing got deeper. “You wanna watch me”?
“I think you want me to watch you, that’s been obvious for some time”.
He looked at me with full desire. “Fuck you’re a hot, looking guy. I bet they all want you”.
He hadn’t answered me. I wanted to know if he had the guts to admit he wanted me to watch him and maybe some more. I wouldn’t mind. He was the type I like to fuck. Manly muscled and good looking. I was pleased I had picked him up back in Gloucester.
“Do you want me to watch”? I asked again.
“Yeah”. His cock was now almost peeking out of his shorts leg.
“Get in your tent then and get naked for me. Tell me when you’re ready”. I said it as an order. If I was going to get action from him, I was going to have to be more assertive.
He turned and almost scurried into his tent, like a rabbit running to its burrow. It was only a few seconds later that he called to me that he was ready. I stood up and adjusted my erection in my jeans hopefully making it a little less obvious and walked the few paces to the tent.
He was lying on his sleeping bag, totally naked, and stroking his very big erection, upwards into the air. I crouched down to enter the tent and kneeled down in front of him. Naked and hard, Nick was extremely attractive to me, I wanted that hard smooth muscled body and I wanted him totally attached to my cock. I hoped I didn’t look over interested. Nick’s face on the other hand was full of lust.
“Go on then give me something to watch”. I told him.
He twisted his hand around and wanked himself in a reverse wank, giving himself long strokes on his thick shaft.
“Sit up a bit”. I told him wanting to see more of his body and muscles. He did so and I was able to see more definition of his chest, his abs and his big arms. He opened his mouth in sexual delight at what he was showing me as he slowly jacked himself, his hand facing him and giving me open sight of his full length.
His eyes were full of desire, I could tell he wanted me. I was going to wait until he asked.
He held up his cock vertically by the base vibrating it in the air as if showing me the full extent of his hugeness. I was so hard in my jeans, but was determined to wait for him to ask to see me. I knew he’d get eager enough to ask me eventually. I wanted to hold his cock and jack him and to smell it and suck it, and I wanted so much for him to want to kiss me. His face was so full of desire. If he did kiss me, I’d respond fully.
Nick then grabbed both of his balls in one hand, pulling them downwards and keeping his cock up in the air, full of blood and a few sexy veins bulging along the shaft.
“Why don’t you come closer”. His voice was husky and desirous. There was just enough room for us both in his tent and I crouched towards his side and he shifted aside to give some space.
“Want it”? he asked.
“You’re supposed to be giving me the show”. I reminded him. If it were possible, his eyes brightened and opened more, and his mouth opened wide and he stuck out his tongue, licking his lips slowly and sexily.
Now I was closer to him, I was tempted to reach out towards his erect nipples; to tweak them but I withdrew my fingers rapidly. He took the hint and was soon using his spare and with play with his nipples as he slowly jacked off, constantly looking at me with total lust in his eyes.
I noticed a slight hesitancy doubt about him for a moment and he looked as if he was about to say something and had decided against it.
“Want to see me cum”?
“That’s up to you”. I told him.
“You like what you see”? I didn’t speak but just nodded.
Again, he opened his mouth seemingly to ask me a question and deciding against it.
He slowly jacked off apparently deciding not to shoot just yet.
There was yet something else Nick wanted to say to me, a request maybe?
“You….” And he paused maybe to decide what he really wanted to ask. “You……. You want to have a go”? Glancing down at his cock.
“You want me to jack you off”?
There was a huge sigh of relief from him at my question.
“I’d love you…… I’d like you to do it”. He let go of his cock and it fall against his belly. It reached a good inch above his navel. I picked it up and felt it’s heat. It was a hot beast and it filled my fist easily. I could have got a second hand to also cover the shaft and head. There was a couple of deep breaths of satisfaction, and I looked away from his cock to his face again. His mouth opened and he moved his head towards me. He wanted that kiss and was eager for it. I wanted it too but I wanted to be in charge. We’d kiss when I wanted. There was a slight sound of frustration from his throat as I withdrew my face. Now I was wanking him, he had both hands free and he reached around my hand to cup his balls and used the other hand to pull hard on his nips, pulling the bud away from his chest and skin away from his hard pecs.
Nick was frustrated by something I could tell.
Then it burst out from him.
“Fuck man, just get naked with me will ya”? It was what I wanted to hear from him. I gave him what I thought was an impassive look.
“It wasn’t what we agreed. You wanted me to watch you. That was all. His face changed to one of disappointment and he reached over to try to touch my crutch. I moved his hand away before he could get there, brushing it aside, liking the control and let go of his cock. Of course, I wanted to be naked with him but on my terms and in my time. I was going to make sure that I was the one who would eventually do the fucking. I turned to the tent entrance and zipped down the flaps and looked back at him. He was still upset but hard and stroking himself and looking pleadingly at me.
“At least jack me off again”. I couldn’t refuse I had enjoyed holding his big cock and I wanted to compare my cock to his but in my time. I held his cock again with one hand and he relaxed again as I stroked it gently. It did fill my hand and was still hot. I looked at the foreskin as it went back over the head on each stroke. He had an attractive cock.
Nick gave his approval with a quiet “Oh yeah”! That look of his came back, one of desire and wanting.
“God you’re so fucking sexy and good looking with that blond hair of yours dropping down over your forehead, and you have the sexiest lips I’ve ever seen, and the cute nose”. I was flattered.
“I was dreaming of you in the car”, he claimed. I didn’t think so if he was actually asleep. Thinking of what he’d like to do with me and working himself into his erection was more like it.
“Oh! Christ man, I want you naked with me please”. He was determined for it to happen. “Most guys are eager to be naked with me”. I could imagine and believe it, he was a handsome and sexy guy, and actually very desirable. I was going to remain in control as much as I could.
I tightened my grip on his cock and he raised himself upwards a bit more. He was now much closer to me, holding himself in position with his strong well-muscled arms. I should have been more aware of it as suddenly he lunged forward towards me, grabbing my head and pulling me to him.
He was trying to kiss me. His lips were close to mine but missing them to one side. I felt my face being pulled against his and then felt his open mouth against my lips. I didn’t pull away. I wanted it just as much as he did and I felt his tongue trying to push its way past my lips. I let it happen and released my mouth for him and I felt his tongue thrust deep in my mouth. His grip on my head was tight, holding it with both hands. Nicks mouth was open to receive my tongue and I gave it him.
I let go of his cock and he shifted his body weight and I found myself being pushed down and around onto my back as he continued deep kissing me and our tongues clashes against each other as we swapped saliva.
I found myself looking up at him, and that total look of lust had returned to his face as he looked down on me and we kissed again with equal passion.
He broke the kiss again and was softly saying “Oh fuck, Oh fuck”, and was about to say more when I told him to shut up and take off my clothes”.
Suddenly he was eager to strip me off, undoing the buttons to my shirt and pulling out the tails from my jeans and spreading open the material and staring down at my exposed upper body.
“Oh, oh my, you are a beauty”. He gasped and dived down to my chest licking both sides all over and giving my nips some extra attention, before pulling me up off the floor of the tens to remove the shirt totally. It was then that he attacked my neck, shoulders and arms with his mouth and tongue, giving my pits a good licking, and then working the other side of my exposed body.
His worship continued down to my waist and abs sucking admiringly on my six-pack and kissing my waist before going down to lick the crutch of my jeans under which my cock was absolutely bursting.
“Fuck, you’re huge down there”. He looked up at me with a satisfied lustful smile on his face, his eyes glowing. I just nodded at him and he was instantly back chewing the outline of my cock as it bulged against the blue denim material, which was getting darker by the second and he licked at it.
At that time, I wore Levi 501’s, I thought the fly buttons were sexy and leaving a couple of them open at the top was a sign of sexual want. Today I was fully buttoned up but Nick made easy work of undoing the top button and then pulling the crotch material aside and the other buttons just popping open mostly due to the pressure of my hard cock.
I was wearing a pair of white underpants which was again attacked by Nicks mouth as he laboured to pull down the tight jeans and I had to raise up my arse to help him rid me of my jeans. They could only go down as far as my ankles as I still had my trainers on. As soon as Nick could get my jeans down as far as he could he was pulling down my underpants and my cock soon sprang free almost striking his face.
“Oh, my fucking God”! he quietly exclaimed, thankfully remembering that there might be other people nearby. You are fucking massive. He held onto my cock with reverence staring at it and gently pulling back the foreskin over the head. I could feel his breathe against the muscle, and was willing him in my head to get his mouth over it.
Nick must have learned that I wanted to control things and he looked up at me and asked if he could suck it. I was happy he asked and gave him a go ahead, telling him to be careful with the teeth.
He leaned forward and opened his mouth to take me and I felt the wonderful sensation of a warm mouth over my cock for the first time in a couple of weeks, and his soft tongue which had only a couple of minutes earlier had been fighting mine as we kissed, now softly and reverently licking my glans.
I looked down at his face and mouth. It seemed just right for him to be sucking my cock, and I could now see him sucking on any number of cocks, He was a natural. He came back up to my head and we kissed again and he seemed to melt. “Wonderful”, was all he managed to get out before going back down on my cock and bobbing his head against my shaft. I felt him going down further on my shaft until I felt a resistance. I was loving the wetness of his cock-sucking.
I tried to open my legs wider for him so he could kneel inside them for easier access but my jeans were restricting my movement. I sat up and Nick had to stop his worship.
“What”? he said.
“I’m just taking off my trainers and jeans”.
“Let me help you”.
I told him no. I’d do it. I was going to get off my back and be above him and feed his face. I wanted to be in the top position ready to fuck.
I removed the encumbering clothes and pushed him back onto the floor and lay down next to him in the opposite direction. It was a bit tight in the tent but we were now ready to mutually suck each other, but I wasn’t going to be sucking his cock, not just yet.
I contented with just jacking Nicks cock as he mouth-worshiped me, and I was able to open my legs further for him to go to my balls for a good licking.
“You shave your balls”, Nick had noticed as I had done with him. “That’s great”, and he took each of them in his mouth swirling his tongue around them to great effect. At my end I was just jacking off his thick cock waiting for him to ask or beg me to suck him.
Opening my legs wider I was happy for Nick to lick my groin which he lovingly continued. In my head I was hoping he’d go further.
“Do you suck”? I grinned to myself, satisfied he’d asked me. I didn’t answer but just put in cock inside my mouth and was pleased at his reaction. He had a slightly salty taste to his cock, a good sign of health for me. His large cockhead almost filled my mouth and I used my tongue to stimulate the head and to release some juice for me to taste. With my fist around his shaft, I thought his cock might be thicker than mine but I had the advantage of length. I wanted to compare the two side by side.
“It’s good”. I told him, he replied that I was a great sucker.
I sat up and straddled his head; my cock against his face. He was licking my shaft and I reached down and grabbed his nipples giving them a hard tweak. I saw his cock bounce in the air when I hit them. “Good, he’s wired”, I thought. I hoped Nick was good a nip work too. Now I was on top of him I was going to try something I hoped he was equally good at.
I gave him my balls to take care of with his mouth and then I sat up and moved further and upwards. He was going to get a great view of my arse.
“Fuck”, he gasped, “what a hole you have”.
“Going to take care of it with that mouth of yours”? I countered. Nick needed no time to decide. As I lowered my rear to his face, he also raised his face to my hole. There was a mutual groan from both of us. I reached down to his cock, picking up the weight in my hand and bent down to suck it. I felt his big arms wrap around my back holding me in place. I placed my hands underneath both of his upper legs. I was going to raise them before too long.
I gloried at the sight of his hole again. I felt the glands in my mouth leak what felt like a gallon of saliva; it’s amazing what the body naturally does, it was as if it knew I was going to rim that pink winking hole of his.
As I moved to his hole, Nick instinctively seemed to relax his hole, and it was smooth as my tongue travelled upwards, tantalising the nerves and delighting him. The anal muscle pushed out as if asking for more and I obliged, giving it another long lick this time downwards.
To show just how much he was enjoying what I was doing, the intensity of his cock-sucking on me increased. That only encouraged me to get in deeper with my face and I pushed my face into his hole as hard as I could, vibrating my tongue and exciting Nick as much as I could. I wished I could see his face with those sexy lusty eyes and that gorgeous wanton smile of his.
He managed to be able to tell me, “Fuck man, eat my hole for me”, before doing his best to try to swallow as much of my cock as possible.
“Why not eat my hole too”. I suggested.
“You want it”?
“I wouldn’t be asking If I didn’t, and I hope your rimming is just as good as you’re sucking”.
“Never had any complaints”.
We both moved into a more comfortable position for the sixty-nine rim. Nick was as good as his word. He was an excellent rimmer and the better he became the more I became eager to make him enjoy me as well. We rolled around as best we could in the restricted tent, each of us trying and succeeding to give the best rim on each other as we could.
We rested for some air, and the passion we had for each other almost exploded as we clashed into a deep and fervent kiss.
“You’re so fucking handsome”. He told me.
“You’re so fucking sexy and sexual”. I replied. “You must practice that look in the mirror every day”.
“What look”? Nick asked.
“That look of total want and lust and desire in your eyes and that totally winning smile when you enjoy yourself”.
Consciously or unconsciously, I don’t know, He gave me that look again, and I almost melted.
Nick laughed. “Well, you are so good-looking and desirable. Christ just look at you. Model looks, that muscled body, smooth, and blond, the chiselled face, sexy eyes, nose and lips and your huge cock”. I held my cock and stroked my face, smiling at me with that desirable look of his.
“I want that cock inside of me. I want you to fuck me. Fuck man, I need to feel you deep in me”.
I was somewhat please that he had asked for me to fuck him. I had a little trepidation about Nick fucking me. His cock was not as long as mine but he was much thicker than I was, and I’m more of a top then a bottom.
“Got a rubber and lube”?
Nick had his back-pack still in the tent, restricting the space we had but his rummaged around and pulled out a couple of strips of rubbers and some individual sachets of lube. “Fuck, are you expecting a lot of action this holiday”? I joked at him.
Ripping off a rubber from one of the strips and putting the others away, he told me that he was more a top that a bottom. “The guys always want me to fuck them when they see this thickie”. He tore open the foil wrapper expertly. “Though I’ll warn you that it’s been some time since I was last fucked, so I’ll be on the tight side”. He told me as he passed me the rubber and he moved his attention to the lube. “But I really want you”.
I was pleased to learn that I’d be getting a tightish hole and was wondering what positions to fuck him. I really wanted to see his handsome face with that oh-so-sexy and desirable look and to kiss him as I fucked him and to see those grey-green eyes, full of satisfaction and longing.
Nick smeared half of the lube onto his fingers and stared right into my eyes as he fingered the liquid into his hole himself. Nothing better than a hot muscled bottom preparing himself for you and he passed the tube with the remainder to me to smear over the rubber.
He positioned himself on all fours with his head down to the floor, his forearms on the tent’s groundsheet supporting himself and I aligned myself for the penetration.
I’ll give Nick this, he took in my dick head easily and immediately loved the tightness around it. He asked for a moment or two to get used to the invasion and I felt the internal adjustment. I could just see his face, for once showing concentration rather than desire, and then he opened his mouth wide and I saw the return to the lusty look I was enamoured with, and his eyes changed visibly to sexual delight and he licked his lips and told me to go on.
It was surprisingly easy for me to continue filling his hole. I git a deep grunt of satisfaction when I hit his switch and agitated it and continued past it and I was delighted when I actually put my dick all the way into his body.
Nick reached back with one hand and I thought he was going to try to stop me pushing any further as I started to pound his hole but I was wrong; he was using the palm of his hand, reaching backwards and behind himself to stroke my chest and abs. “Fuck it’s wonderful”, he told me, “But I want to see you”.
I gave him a few more minutes before allowing Nick to sit up on all fours and admired the attractive musculature of his V shaped back and the pumped-up arms holding him up from the floor, and looked down to see my cock slide in and out of his hole. For a few moments, I pulled out completely from his arse and rammed it fully back inside of him. Nick gasped and cried out as the sensation.
“Yeah, fuck me, fuck me”. He wanted it, and proving it he lifted himself up leaning back and turning his head as far as he could for me to come around to kiss him. He was also, wanking himself out of pure enjoyment and I put an arm around him to hold him in position.
“Please, I want to see you as you fuck me”. I relented, letting him drop back down to the groundsheet and withdrawing from him. Nick rolled over onto his back using part of his rucksack as a head support his legs in the air.
Pointing my over excited cock downwards as far as I could without snapping it, I rubbed my rubbered head against his hole tantalising it until it was stretched as far as it naturally could go, and pushed down into him. He felt tighter in this position as I swore the anal grip was stronger, and I looked down at my cock to watch it slowly travel deeper inside of him. The pink sphincter stretched back and fro as I fucked, it’s grip on my cock tight as it could be as if it didn’t ever want to let it go.
I looked up over Nick’s body admiring his hard abs and big smooth chest and desired chewing his nipples hard, and I looked up to his face which was like an angel, but full of enjoyment and full sexual lust and excitement. It was a look of total want and satisfaction. My want was to kiss this handsome muscled guy and to receive his mouth and tongue fully. I bent down to him and marvelled at his response. Nick was really into kissing during sex and our mouths were almost sucking the tongues out of the other. I felt the webbing under my tongue being pulled hard out from my mouth.
Again, Nicks huge arms wrapped around my back holding me tight as I pounded his hole. God, did this guy ever seem to want me. With a struggle, I lifted up his body off the ground and he sat right down on my cock and we seemed to be wedged or welded together as we continued kissing.
How we did it I don’t know. The room in the tent was so small but, I ended up on my back with Nick sitting down on my cock and fucking himself. His hands were behind his head and he had the same look on his face, one of pure enjoyment, and one that simply said that what we were doing was exactly what we should be doing. It was if we were made for each other.
I was having a fantastic and very memorable time. It was the best sex I had had in a long time. Nicks body, looks and attitude was a huge attraction. He was riding my cock, bouncing himself on it with his hard thick cock slapping my belly and abs as he did so, and the plus was the leaking of his pre-cum which was pulling lines of viscous juice as his cock rode away from my body.
His hands behind his head, showed off the muscle of his arms and chest well and I attacked his nips with my fingers, pulling, tweaking and twisting them both.
“Oh yeah, work my buds”. Nick breathed at me, “Do them good”, and Nick gasped in delight at the pain I was giving them.
Then I felt that his cock was no longer slapping my belly and abs and I noticed that his breathing was getting heavier and much deeper.
“Fuck I’m going to shoot”. He told me. “Work those nips harder”. I felt my cock expand in his hole as he continued fucking himself and I gazed at his unhandled cock, now looking bigger than I’d ever seen. Nick kept his hands behind his head, and he called out.
His cock spurted a disappointingly small shot of cum initially which fell onto my belly but then there was a flash of white as the second shot was a massive stream that hit my shoulder landing just next to my next and fell down against my left pec and down to my abs. The remaining few shots were not as impressive but the amount was very satisfactory as the remaining hands-free shots fell a few inches around my naval.
Nick stopped fucking himself on my cock, sitting down hard against my calves, and I eased the tension on my fingers and just gently rubbed the nips gently until Nick couldn’t take any more and removed his arms from the back of his head to brush my fingers away from his nips. He fell down onto my body and was kissing me with that same force and passion as earlier and with my cock still deep inside of him he rolled us both over so that I was on top of him again, and he was looking up at me with total satisfaction and that wonderful smile. We continued kissing.
“Fuck that was great”. He announced. I thought so too. He’s shot his load hands free and I was impressed.
His juice was dripping down off my body onto him. Nick was able to reach for his back pack and rummaged around producing a roll of kitchen paper and tore off a few sheets and kindly wiped me down and cleared himself too.
“I suppose you need to be rid off a big load too huh”? He was kind enough to think of my needs too. I was still inside of him and reminded him of my presence there by throbbing my cock. I pulled out and took off the rubber. I was clean and un-broken which satisfied me.
“Want me to suck you off or rim your arse”?
“Nah. I’ll just wank and shoot my load all over you”.
“Boasting huh? All over me? I’ll bet”.
To me it wasn’t a challenge. I knew my body and Nick was seriously attractive. I told him what I needed.
“Gently work my nips mate. I’ll tell you what to do”.
He reached up to my tits and was doing as I asked as I wanked my cock, looking down at his good looks and sexy smile. I knew that I’d be wanting a large juicy kiss to help me finish me off, and his cock was still hard for me.
With my spare hand I held onto the thicker of our two cocks as I knelt between his legs and Nick played wonderfully with my nips. I leaned forward for the kiss and he didn’t disappoint, still playing with my nips. “Harder”, I told him “Twist and pull them for me”. He obliged and the sensation hit my balls. Thanks for wired nips, I thought. The kissing became more passionate as Mick responded, ultimately helping my build up, and after a hard pull and twist of my nips I knew I was about to shoot.
I sat back upright, still gripping his hard cock and the gorgeous guy throbbed his cock in my hand as if it was shooting, and that did it. I held the base of my cock and pointed it at him, and whoosh, my first stream, hit him right across his face and chin, the second and third line, also hit his face and the remainder all over his hot chest and abs. The handsome guy sat up for the last few shots enabling me to really cover his lower body.
“Holy Christ”. He murmered. “What a fucking load. You must have been really turned on”.
Still holding onto his hard cock, I fell down on top of him, my juice only just missing his mouth and I kissed me with tremendous passion, breathing heavily.
Action wise, it wasn’t the best sex I’d ever had; the tent had restricted our movement, but sensationally, it was wonderful and Nick with his hot body, thick cock and that overwhelmingly sexy look of his coupled with his kisses, had made the excitement a superb sensation.
Our kissing continued until Nick reached for the kitchen towel again and cleaned us both off.
“Were going to have to clean up somehow, we’ll both stink of man sex”. Nick stated fact. I had a supply of water in the boot of the car, and could do a flannel bath in my tent and I’d help out Nick too. We had to partially dress to get to the car and we went to my tent to wash each other off.
We made plans for the rest of the evening. We’d go to the pub to eat and drink. Even after our bout of sex it was early evening, and still light in the southern part of Scotland. Strangely there were still not a lot of fellow campers on the site and no one parked near to us by the woods. We put our back packs in the car and locked it up and walked down to the pub and ordered drinks and a good meal. It was very satisfying and we talked about our lives. I was amazed but not surprised to learn the Nick was a part-time stripper, performing in gay clubs along the south coast of England. He certainly had the body and looks for it and that sexy look he was giving me during our time in his tent would certainly turn on and entertain the guys watching his act.
“It’s a good way to earn a couple of hundred quid extra each month. It helps on top of my salary. I just hope my employer doesn’t learn I do it. I could get the sack”. Nick was happy.
“I get some action from a couple of other strippers sometimes as well. There’s a couple of guys called the two Michaels from Essex way, who are really hot and are semi-pro’s and they do women’s nights as well as gay clubs. They’re both gay. Those women are manic, they tell me, forever screaming their heads off, and trying to grab their cock and suck on them and kiss them. The money is marvellous they say, but they do get injured with the nails of the bitches”. Nick looked serious. “I’ve had a few threesomes with them both. They are great sex. The taller one is older, very handsome but the body is not muscled but he’s hung, and the younger one is better, more outgoing, a better body and he’s also very hung. It’s the dick they go for. I get to fuck them both”.
“I prefer the gay clubs. The guys are quieter and the mood more sexual and wanting. I get the meat groped a lot but I head for the guys I fancy and some of the DOM’s and OAP’s, who appreciate a close up”.
I asked what a DOM was. “Dirty Older Men. They’re the ones openly playing with themselves”.
“You mean they’ve got their dicks out”. I was incredulous.
“Yeah”. Nick was blasé about it. “It don’t concern me much, they don’t get to touch me, but it pleases the management of the places if I move around the floor and let the guys get a good look”.
Nick looked across at me over the table.
You should do stripping. Fuck, you’ve got the body, the dick and certainly the looks. You re stunning”.
I brushed off his compliments. “I don’t have the nerve for it”. Nick gave me that winning smile and dirty wanton sexual look. “You could strip for me any time”.
We went to the local lavs to piss and crap. The local authority had put in bidets to clean private parts and it was useful, especially for campers. We made our way back to the car and the tents.
“What do you say we sleep together in your tent”. Nick suggested. “And with our gear stored and locked in your car we’d have space and room for us both. I’ll be honest, I’d not get a lot of sleep being alone and knowing you were a couple of yards away”. I knew how he felt. I’d only known him for a few hours but I was comfortable and attracted to him and so I agreed. We both had an airbed which we pumped up and lay side by side with our sleeping bags together we’d be comfortable.
We stripped down to our underwear and turned off the portable light and faced each other and held onto each other, kissing and stroking each other and feeling the others erections in our undies.
“Fuck it, I said, and turned on the light again. “I want to see your smile”. Nick moved over on top of me again and looked down on me and gave me that smile and we kissed again and that set off another long bout of kissing, sucking, rimming and I fucked him again, before exhausted, we finally slept. In the morning, I woke up to Nick sucking my cock and he sucked and jacked me until I again shot my load, this time all over his face.
We had a light breakfast and I drove us both to a site at the north end of Loch Lomond, which was beautifully romantic, this time only setting up my tent. Another passionate bout of sex again that night with me once again, fucking him hard, and then on the third day we got to Fort William.
This was our last night together. Again, we had a long and hard and very passionate round of sex and slept together.
The next morning, Nick left with his gear. He was heading even further North, telling me that he had a friend he hoped to meet. He didn’t tell me the nature of the friendship but he openly gave me the most wonderful kiss and embrace and thanked me for everything.
I went to a village called Strontian that morning to begin my summer research for my Geology degree. I had four weeks to do my study. I was alone the whole time, and didn’t think too much of Nick until I was travelling back down to Bristol, when suddenly I thought of him. I was about to drive onto the M74 north of Glasgow when I saw a couple of hitchhikers when Nick and our adventures came back to me. I slowed down to look at the hikers; a woman I was definitely not interested in and a skinny male sort who had no attraction for me.
I speeded up leaving them disappointed. Heading south I recalled the slow seduction by Nick and his pretence of his dream giving him an erection. I’d hoped I’d see him again hitching back to Gloucester and even thought of turning off at each junction and turning back onto the motorway in the hope of seeing him again, but the chances were that He ‘d not be there. All the way back to Bristol, I thought of him, and suddenly, I realised that I had no way of contacting him, not him of me. All I really knew that he was a part time stripper out of Southampton, and the chances of my going down to gay clubs on the south coast and finding him was next to zero.
I put him out of my mind. I never met anyone as sexually attractive and exciting as Nick, or anyone who kissed like him or who smiled and stared into my eyes like him until one day on a wonderful early summer’s day back home in St Ives, I bumped into a stunning man, who was just my style of man, who smiled wonderfully at me and made my heart go thump and who I found out kissed me passionately and with meaning. That man became my husband.
