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Gay Stories
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Bi-Sexual Male / 25
Riverside Relief
I just want to get this out here because I think it was the hottest thing that has ever happened to me.
I was dating this man several years ago and we decided to go on vacation to this nature park out in Arkansas. We were staying there for two weeks (the joy of actually having PTO) and one of the activities we really wanted to do was kayaking. We decided to rent out a tandem kayak. It was going to be about two hours paddling down river. It had just rained so the water level was decently high and cloudy enough that it was cool. A perfect day to go.
As were we getting ready in our hotel room, I wore these swim trunks that hugged my waist but were very loose by the hem (more on that later) with no top. My boyfriend put on a simple t-shirt and shorts. Eventually we arrive at the meeting point, get our kayak from the renter and start paddling.
It was a lot of fun, however, we decided to take a break. We banked on this small alcove, covered by a lot of trees and foliage. I’m sitting down on a rock and, perhaps maybe purposefully or not, with my legs spread. My boyfriend sits down next to me and slides his hand up my trunks (since they were so loose). I remember getting hard immediately as he rubs his thumb over the tip of my penis constantly. He’s pushing me down, forcing me against this rock and kissing me, always touching me. Grabbing my ass, sucking on my nipples. I was trying so hard not to moan so loudly since there were other people on the river. After leaking so much, he grabbed my waist to turn me around and began to bend me over. Because of my loose trunks all he had to do was slide it over. With my precum and his spit, he lubbed my asshole and just…went. His hand in my hair, his cock repeatedly thrusting in me, and his arm wrapped around my neck just made my mind go blank.
To say I came hard would be an understatement. I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I stained my trunks as I came first, feeling my entire body shake as I let out possibly the loudest moan in my life almost screaming. I felt my hands and toes go numb, the kind of orgasm that leaves you lightheaded and breathless. Except it hit me against when he pulled on my hair so hard and buried his cock so deep I swear I could have felt it had I touched my stomach.
He let go of me and slid out, my ass making a popping noise. I just laid on the rock, slowly feeling his cum drip down my legs. He fucked me so hard and so good when I tried to stand my legs just kept wobbling. My swimming trunks were absolutely stained with his and mine cum, and what made it worse was that I just couldn’t hide this hard-on even after I blew the biggest load in my life.
After waiting a few more minutes (that fuck was probably only 5), we began to paddle down stream again. I kept shifting in my seat, hoping I wasn’t leaking on the kayak. All he did was look back at me and smiled as I whined and turned red whenever we passed by another group of people on the river.
Eventually, we met up with the renter and returned the kayak (with a suspicious fluid leaking out of me, I was red the entire time). That night when we got back to the hotel room, I don’t think I’ve ever been fucked that hard in my life. We broke up shortly after, due to work circumstances (I was moved elsewhere and had to leave state) but I still think about that trip often. Everytime I do, I end up getting hard and touching myself.
I was dating this man several years ago and we decided to go on vacation to this nature park out in Arkansas. We were staying there for two weeks (the joy of actually having PTO) and one of the activities we really wanted to do was kayaking. We decided to rent out a tandem kayak. It was going to be about two hours paddling down river. It had just rained so the water level was decently high and cloudy enough that it was cool. A perfect day to go.
As were we getting ready in our hotel room, I wore these swim trunks that hugged my waist but were very loose by the hem (more on that later) with no top. My boyfriend put on a simple t-shirt and shorts. Eventually we arrive at the meeting point, get our kayak from the renter and start paddling.
It was a lot of fun, however, we decided to take a break. We banked on this small alcove, covered by a lot of trees and foliage. I’m sitting down on a rock and, perhaps maybe purposefully or not, with my legs spread. My boyfriend sits down next to me and slides his hand up my trunks (since they were so loose). I remember getting hard immediately as he rubs his thumb over the tip of my penis constantly. He’s pushing me down, forcing me against this rock and kissing me, always touching me. Grabbing my ass, sucking on my nipples. I was trying so hard not to moan so loudly since there were other people on the river. After leaking so much, he grabbed my waist to turn me around and began to bend me over. Because of my loose trunks all he had to do was slide it over. With my precum and his spit, he lubbed my asshole and just…went. His hand in my hair, his cock repeatedly thrusting in me, and his arm wrapped around my neck just made my mind go blank.
To say I came hard would be an understatement. I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I stained my trunks as I came first, feeling my entire body shake as I let out possibly the loudest moan in my life almost screaming. I felt my hands and toes go numb, the kind of orgasm that leaves you lightheaded and breathless. Except it hit me against when he pulled on my hair so hard and buried his cock so deep I swear I could have felt it had I touched my stomach.
He let go of me and slid out, my ass making a popping noise. I just laid on the rock, slowly feeling his cum drip down my legs. He fucked me so hard and so good when I tried to stand my legs just kept wobbling. My swimming trunks were absolutely stained with his and mine cum, and what made it worse was that I just couldn’t hide this hard-on even after I blew the biggest load in my life.
After waiting a few more minutes (that fuck was probably only 5), we began to paddle down stream again. I kept shifting in my seat, hoping I wasn’t leaking on the kayak. All he did was look back at me and smiled as I whined and turned red whenever we passed by another group of people on the river.
Eventually, we met up with the renter and returned the kayak (with a suspicious fluid leaking out of me, I was red the entire time). That night when we got back to the hotel room, I don’t think I’ve ever been fucked that hard in my life. We broke up shortly after, due to work circumstances (I was moved elsewhere and had to leave state) but I still think about that trip often. Everytime I do, I end up getting hard and touching myself.
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