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Gay Stories
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Gay Male / 43
Volcanic Seduction
My family invited our neighbour’s son to camp with us. The location is beautiful but isolated and sparsely populated, the coastline and beach totally rugged. I usually got bored after a few days, so probably thats why they asked him to come. I must have been early teens he was three years older. I was a lean, fairly handsome young man, played tennis, swam, and jerked off with any man I could at the nude beach near my home town. He was tall, pale, played cricket, and smelt of (what I’d later learn) was foreskin and teenager. I was obsessed with him, and by the massive bulge in his grey summer school shorts.
The upside of this place, solitude …
We walked about 30 minutes away from camp, the country I grew up had seen extensive volcanic activity, before us was an expanse of flat rocks. Pock-marked where boulders landed in soft molten rock, some near perfectly round swimming holes were formed. I knew the area well, and there was one hole my dad had shown me with a ledge, you could sit there neck-deep in water, and it was lined with slimy kelp.
We had our speedos on, too coy to get naked and had been in the water a while, we just hung out and chatted. There was no surreptitious touching of legs or hands, he just put his hands around my waist, pulled me to him and firmly sat me on his lap facing the same way he was, and hugged me. He was a big uncut boy, and was rock hard. He said he'd show me something so we got out of the water. Now we were naked, and he jerked off for me, the first time I’d seen someone cum.
I’d had a few hook-ups in the past but they were probably married guys; too quick and too guilty.
We never ever fucked, but we had three years of being at the same college, being next door neighbours was convenient, and we had time in the morning before class. In fact whenever we could. If our mother’s were driving us someplace, we’d sit forward and lean on the front bench seat, chatting. He’d have my cock out jerking me off!
On Saturdays he played cricket, it bored me but after he’d be sweaty and horny. He’d hold his stinking cricket box over my nose and make me breath through it, taking in the ripe smell of a sportsman’s balls. I guess thats why I’m kinda kinky.
My family invited our neighbour’s son to camp with us. The location is beautiful but isolated and sparsely populated, the coastline and beach totally rugged. I usually got bored after a few days, so probably thats why they asked him to come. I must have been early teens he was three years older. I was a lean, fairly handsome young man, played tennis, swam, and jerked off with any man I could at the nude beach near my home town. He was tall, pale, played cricket, and smelt of (what I’d later learn) was foreskin and teenager. I was obsessed with him, and by the massive bulge in his grey summer school shorts.
The upside of this place, solitude …
We walked about 30 minutes away from camp, the country I grew up had seen extensive volcanic activity, before us was an expanse of flat rocks. Pock-marked where boulders landed in soft molten rock, some near perfectly round swimming holes were formed. I knew the area well, and there was one hole my dad had shown me with a ledge, you could sit there neck-deep in water, and it was lined with slimy kelp.
We had our speedos on, too coy to get naked and had been in the water a while, we just hung out and chatted. There was no surreptitious touching of legs or hands, he just put his hands around my waist, pulled me to him and firmly sat me on his lap facing the same way he was, and hugged me. He was a big uncut boy, and was rock hard. He said he'd show me something so we got out of the water. Now we were naked, and he jerked off for me, the first time I’d seen someone cum.
I’d had a few hook-ups in the past but they were probably married guys; too quick and too guilty.
We never ever fucked, but we had three years of being at the same college, being next door neighbours was convenient, and we had time in the morning before class. In fact whenever we could. If our mother’s were driving us someplace, we’d sit forward and lean on the front bench seat, chatting. He’d have my cock out jerking me off!
On Saturdays he played cricket, it bored me but after he’d be sweaty and horny. He’d hold his stinking cricket box over my nose and make me breath through it, taking in the ripe smell of a sportsman’s balls. I guess thats why I’m kinda kinky.
