“Easy does it, don’t choke, you can have some more later.’

“Where are we?’ I asked, vaguely remembering what seemed like hours of
rumbling travel.

“Italy,’ Pete answered. “I drove all night and most of today in case
anybody decided to pick us up for bashing that customs man in Germany. They
won’t bother us now we’re out of the country, though. Those men at that
customs post are real bastards — I used to have a lot of trouble there
until I made … friends with one of them.’

He paused, looking sideways at me, obviously wondering if he should
explain, but decided against it. In any case I was still too dazed to sense
his hesitation.

“I’ve made some tea. Do you want a cup?’

“Yes, please. Boiling water from the engine?’

“No, you twerp, I always bring a spirit stove and things like tea with me.
They make disgusting tea over here.’ He grimaced.

I had always been well-known for doing the wrong thing, and I did it now.
I hit him in the solar plexus, expecting him to double up so that I could
get away. German border guards are tougher than that, as I soon found out
when he snatched his gun from its holster and hit me on the side of the head
with the butt. Dazed, I collapsed on to the bed. As he came to stand over me
I remember thinking, “This is it, you’ve had your chips, Tony.’ Then I must
have lost consciousness for a while.

“You are English.’ A statement, not a question.

“Yes,’ I answered quickly, “what’s the matter, what have I done?’

“Come with me, we look for drugs.’ Protesting that I didn’t have any
drugs, I was led off into a back room which was obviously used as a resting
place at night, because it had a wash basin and a hard bed in it.

The tea and hot sun sent me drifting off into a deep sleep. When I woke up
we were at the docks. Pete was nowhere to be seen. After a while he came
back and muttered something about “seeing to the paperwork’. We drove into
the bowels of the boat, one of the last lorries in, and the boat sailed
almost immediately.

Pete disappeared again, so I had some breakfast and began to wake up a
bit. I went to the upper deck for some fresh air, watching the English
coastline slip away into the mist. Suddenly I caught sight of Pete,
apparently having an argument with a young sailor. I didn’t want to get
involved, and I thought Pete could probably take care of himself. As it
happened, the argument soon came to an end, and the sailor smiled and waved
to Pete as he set off down the steps.

Jack was a legend at the depot. He had worked there longer than anyone
could remember, becoming dirtier and dirtier each year, rarely sober, and
with a vicious temper. Most of the lads were terrified of him.

“Don’t get me wrong,’ Pete continued thoughtfully, “Jack’s all right when
you get to know him. He’s had a difficult life. But I certainly wouldn’t
want him on a trip like this. Have you been to Italy before?’

“No, I’ve never been abroad,’ I answered, “I’m looking forward to it.’

“A factory in Italy is just the same as one in England, but it’s good to
be out here away from the cities. Get my jumper for me, Tony, it’s in the
back.’

Neither of us spoke for a while. Few people were about at this time of the
morning, just an occasional stray dog returning from a night’s foraging in
the city’s dustbins. The road unrolled itself before us, lined with
warehouses and factories, many now derelict. As we crossed the canal and
turned right into the road leading out to the motorway he seemed to relax,
settled down further in his seat, and ran his hand through his short fair
hair.

His tattoos swirled from the sleeves of his white teeshirt down his brown
muscular arms. He looked tired and drawn as he leaned against the wall,
listening to the foreman describing the next job. I knew he was an experienced and reliable
driver. I had never been on a trip with him — he usually worked alone –
and it wasn’t going to be easy, judging by the surly way in which he had
greeted the announcement that from now on he was to have an assistant.

Without speaking Pete nodded curtly to the foreman and swung himself up
into the cab. I walked round the front of the huge gleaming lorry and
climbed into the passenger seat. The lights around the yard glinted in oily
puddles, but the sun was beginning to break through the early morning mist.
He pressed the starter; the engine roared into life, and the lorry slowly
moved out of the yard into the dreary length of Commercial Road.

This young taker has been aiming at my cock for a long time already and I finally gave him a chance to showcase his sucking skills. He didn’t disappoint giving me his best effort and sliding his lips up and down my 13-inch pole like a good white slut. We were both craving for more and I slammed my dick down his ass with great pleasure.

Handsome brawny cocksucker
I do love guys who work out to keep themselves in good shape and this white fella I met near a local gym had a body worth praise. His tight ass and strong muscles though were not his only merits as he happened to be a great cocksucker too and showed much love for my black cock sucking it gently and passionately.

Body and throat massage
This sleeping young fella looked so sweet and seductive that I couldn’t resist the temptation to give him a gentle massage. When he woke up and turned his head towards my stiffening cock I knew he wanted it deep in his mouth and the massage continued with me working my horny pole down his throat and stretching his lips.

This twinkie I met in a park the other day first seemed to be some cherry ass boy with no prior gay sex experience, but he proved me wrong the moment his lips locked on my cock. His sucking was great and his real passion made it even better, so I guess he did deserve that load of cum when he made me ejaculate right into his mouth.

Hard anal test
This cute white catcher had never been with a black man before and I had to make sure his first experience with a real playa would truly be an unforgettable one. I put his tight ass to test ramming my dark bat balls deep into his magic love tunnel and a grateful guy took a powerful cumshot in his mouth with great pleasure.

“Ok boys, time for bed” said the S.M. finally.
All the boys were tired out and so they made no complaints. For the
first time in two weeks, though, they all slept alone in their own tent;
except for Steve and Will who were going to miss being together terribly
and couldn’t bear to waste this last opportunity to sleep together; and the
Scout Master, who wanted one more chance to chew Ricky’s delicious meat
(and Ricky was happy to turn himself over to so gentle and satisfying a man
as the Scout Master); and Luiz and JR, who had decided the last few days they
wanted to get to know each other a little better, and anyway, JR had something
very important to tell Luiz.

When
Rick was through, Will quickly pulled him away and rammed his own cock into
the Scout Master’s face. (The Scout Master could tell it was Will because of
the beautiful red bush gleaming just inches from his eyes.) The Scout Master
gobbled Will up just as eagerly as he had Ricky. JR, the first to cum, was by
now feeling a little left out of the action. He looked around to see how he
could make himself useful. Luiz was still working on the Scout Master’s
dick, so JR moved around to give Luiz a little relief. Up to now Luiz had
been trying to jerk himself off while keeping the Scout Master cumming. JR
shoved his face into Luiz’s sweating crotch, chewed his balls, then took the
shaft deep in his mouth. (JR prefered Luiz’s cream to Ricky’s, perhaps because
it was more exotic, but he hadn’t yet confided this to Luiz.) Luiz must
have been close to satisfying himself because JR felt the delicious, warm
liquid flood his mouth on the first suck. He reached around and plunged his
finger into Luiz’s hole and was rewarded with a tidal wave of thick semen.
Luiz eagerly forced the Scout Master’s cum slick dick as far back in his
throat as he could when he felt his own balls shoot their stuff. Even before
he was done though, bodies were collapsing all around, empty and exhausted.
After Luiz finished JR wanted to continue to chew on his flacid cock. Luiz
had to pry him away. He and JR collapsed on top of each other. A quick
inspection revealed that everyone’s cock was totally soft, even the Scout
Master’s and JR’s.
After a few minutes more of slopping around in the mess they’d generated
there was a general exodus to the lake to wash and take a moonlight swim. It
was getting late though and they had a four mile hike out to the van in the
morning.

Ricky, knowing he was the
favorite in the blow job department, straddled the Scout Master’s neck and
pushed his taut little cock into the S.M’s face. The Scout Master gobbled it
up, shiny little balls and all. Ricky knew the Scout Master liked to have his
face fucked hard so he started bucking in and out, his smooth, red butt
bumping up and down on the Scout Master’s chest as he rammed himself in and
out, tip to balls. Steve and Will contented themselves by sliding around all
over the rest of the group. They watched anxiously though so as to immediately
take the place of the first boy who lost his load. They soon heard the
unmistakable rhythmic grunts and whispered obscenities as JR shot his stuff
deep into the Scout Master’s ass. “Fuck it! fuck it off! shiiit, fuck the
bastard!”, JR was hissing with each wad he ejaculated, his arms and legs
flailing in rhythm. (JR was the most entertaining to watch while having an
orgasm they had voted last Thursday.) As soon as JR’s cock slid out, Steve was
there ready to take his place. Jiz was already leaking in anticipation from
his throbbing prick. Jiz was oozing as well from the Scout Master’s cum soaked
crack. Steve eagerly thrust himself in and started pumping. Next to reach
orgasm was the Scout Master who couldn’t take much of Luiz’s technique.
(Saturday Luiz had won the badge for giving the best blow job, though Will
had come a very close second.) Since the Scout Master hadn’t had an orgasm in
several hours he shot huge thick wads down Luiz’s throat. Luiz almost
choked on it but eagerly swallowed as much as he could, squeezing out more and
more with his hand. In the meantime Ricky had timed himself perfectly as
usual. (Monday it was determined he had the best control over his erections
and orgasms and could use them to best advantage with his partner (or
partners.)) When he felt the Scout Master sucking on him for all he was worth
and turned his head and saw the muscles in the S.M.’s body hard and straining,
he let himself go. The sweet, concentrated, pearly white jiz his sixteen year
old balls produced squirted into the Scout Master’s throat. He let himself
escape the Scout Master’s mouth for one shot so he could smear some of it
around on the S.M.’s face, but he plunged his dick back in to finish off.

Steve and Luiz approached him. “Really, tonight it’s you boys turn
to have fun. I’m just going to supervise.” Each one took an arm. They pulled
him off the table and he made a feeble attempt to free himself, laughing and
protesting. They dragged him towards the other boys who, distracted from their
play, made a space for him on the shiny, slick mat.
Luiz and Steve held the S.M.’s hands behind his back while JR and Rick
held his feet so he couldn’t get away. Will ran to get the pan of oil, still
warming near the fire, and poured what was left over the S.M.’s shoulders and
down his back and chest. They they pushed him on to the mat and the boys
piled on to him, greasing him up and covering him with the oil and cum they
themselves were coated with. The Scout Master could hardly breathe, he was
almost suffocated by these hard young bodies slipping and rubbing and grinding
against him on all sides and all over him.
“Let’s show the S.M. our appreciation guys!”, shouted JR.
“Yeah!.. Yeah!” they all called enthusiastically.
One by one they attached themselves to the Scout Master. JR slid around
and worked his perpetually stiff meat into the Scout Master’s hairy ass. JR
had fond memories of those days last week when he and the Scout Master had
done this over and over again. What a great feeling it was. (JR had won the
fucking contest that they had the very first night in camp.) Luiz leaned
over and took the Scout Master’s huge cock into his mouth, sucking off the
pre-cum and at the same time jerking the slick shaft up and down violently
with his hand. (As best he could anyway, his hand wouldn’t go all the way
around it.) Ricky’s jiz tasted the best, there was no argument there, but
Luiz liked the Scout Master’s dick the best with it’s big fleshy head and
3/4 inch cumslit and never ending fountain of cream.

Luiz, when he came back to his senses, decided his idea was a success.
The real test would be JR’s cock. He’d never seen it totally flacid. One night
he and Rick had tried to suck JR soft. JR had a couple of orgasms right off,
but they had to give up on him after an hour or two. His meat stayed stiff
no matter what they did. Luiz slid around through the heap, tickling whoever
he happened to encounter until he found a familiar hairy leg, the hairs all
plastered down by the oil. He followed the leg up until he encountered a
large, sumptuous, pair of balls and an extended but definitely soft dick.
The remaining bush was light brown and thin so it must be JR’s. In fact, the
shaved balls proved it was (Luiz had helped Will shave them one night.) So
his idea WAS a success. He was exhausted anyway and slid back down into the
pile. Come to think of it though, he hadn’t seen the Scout Master anywhere. In
fact, he didn’t remember seeing, feeling, or tasting the Scout Master at all
tonight. He tried to raise up to find the picnic table where he’d last seen
him sitting, but Will was feeling him out and massaging his meat and someone
else (Steve?) was running his leg over his chest. He moved the leg away
and succeeded in getting up on his knees. Before someone pulled him back into
the heap, he caught a glimpse of the Scout Master, his rock hard cock
towering up past his navel from between his strong, hairy thighs. But he
was just sitting back and enjoying the show.
Luiz lay back down and whispered into the nearest ear (it turned out
to be Steve’s). “Hey, we gotta get the S.M. in on this!”
“Yeah, where’s his moby dick been?”
“Let’s go get’im!”
Luiz and Steve extracted themselves from the tangle of greased flesh
and walked over towards the Scout Master. “I’m just going to watch tonight,”
he said smiling. All the boys loved the Scout Master. He was one in a million
to them. He was a hard, muscular guy with a smooth upper body and a military
style hair cut. (All the boys agreed he looked a lot like Marky Mark.) He had
only a little thin patch of hair between his well defined pectorals. Below the
waste he possessed an enormous cock, more than nine inches when fully hard.
(Last Tuesday night everybody had to get measured, soft and stiff both.) The
Scout Master was an avid nudist and so his body was a uniform brown. He was
good at just about all sports, knew all about nature and the environment, knew
how to carve things out of wood, in short, a real man’s man and the perfect
Scout Master. This troop thought he was anyway.

“Let’s go!” he said. They all rushed together and collapsed on the mat,
five slick naked boys, grinding and rubbing against each other. In a few
minutes they had desolved into a mountain of heaving and grunting bodies. Some
of them were already ejaculating thick, wads of cum from slipping and slidding
their pricks against whatever they could find. Some made it feel good for
those grunting and groaning with pleasure while protecting their own cocks.
Then those that had lost their first load rubbed themselves against whatever
they could find that was still hard until warm stuff spurted out. They
continued oozing around against each other. Some boys stayed stiff after
cumming and were soon ready to shoot again. Others had to wait to harden back
up after ten or fifteen minutes, but were soon enjoying it once more. All of
the pleasure was given and received by the mutual slipping and sliding
together of their slick bodies. (Steve, however, succeeding in finding Will in
the mound of flesh, slid himself into his boyfriend and enjoyed himself for
awhile. A little later Will got the opportunity to return the fuck.) After
about an hour and a half and several pints of cream, they were reduced to a
heap of tired but satisfied boys, all tangled together and piled against one
another; shiny, slick, and slimy with oil and semen. Little white flecks of jiz
clung to their skin and hair. The mat was so slick they couldn’t have stood on
two legs if they tried.

After the dinner things were cleared up and washed all the boys gathered
around the fire to hear what tonight’s treat was. Everyone was sporting an
iron-like erection in anticipation. They were chatting and giggling and
playing around with each other; not too seriously though lest they waste some
of their juice (though they all had plenty to spare). The Scout Master
went to his tent to get the gymnastics mat they had brought for their
evening’s entertainments. Steve helped him spread it out, then the Scout
Master sat on the picnic table to get everyone quiet and start the
proceedings.

The boys struggled up out of the water, their bodies dripping and their
feet leaving wet prints all over the greyish brown wooden pier. They rubbed
their eyes and waited for the results to be announced.
“And the winner is…”. Being in the race, none of them knew who had
won. “Luiz Marcado! Congratulations Luiz!”. The other boys applauded, then
patted him on the back or smacked his butt.
“Ok boys. Free time until dinner.”
The Scout Master darted over to Luiz before he could follow the other
boys who were quickly dispersing into the woods or down the beach.
“So you get to choose the recreation for our last night. What’s your
pleasure?”
“I have some ideas but I’m not sure who might go along with it.” Luiz
looked down. He had beautiful, dark brown eyes and could sometimes be very
shy. He stared at the Scout Master’s bare feet.
“Well let’s hear your ideas. I’m sure no matter what it is I’ve heard
worse.”

“Ok boys, in the water and on your mark.”
Five naked boys of various heights and hair colors, ranging in age from
18 to 21 dove off the pier and into the brown lake for the swimming match.
Their bodies varied in shade from red to brown from two weeks of camping
without clothes, two weeks totally bare out of doors. They had been laughing
and punching and wrestling while waiting for the whistle to blow for the
start. Now, in the water, they were quiet and intent, each thinking only of
winning this last important race. Their heads bobbed in the water.
“On your mark…”. Each stood back flat against the pier.
“Set..” They put out their arms.
“Go!” They all lurched out of the water and dove forward, their arms
and legs flapping with all the strength and energy their hard bodies could
muster. Their heads turned side to side and their compact little asses bobbed
up and down out of the water as they energetically swam the distance, kicked
off the wall twenty five yards away, and headed back the way they came. It was
a close race, but a darkly tanned Cuban boy named Luiz touched the rope in
his lane barely a second before the one favored to win, Steve, a tall, blonde,
muscular boy (and at 21, the oldest of the five). Third place was tied between
Will, the small, wiry, red head; and brown haired JR, the hairiest and
toughest of the bunch. (He had probably been hampered by his poor eye sight
since he had to wear glasses. It was well known that Will and Steve were
boyfriends and it was assumed that THEY would tie.) In fifth came Rick, the
most popular boy at camp. Rick was the smallest and youngest, but he had a
compact muscular body and an extremely sweet little dick nestled in a cute,
brown bush. Everyone agreed he had the best tasting gism.

It’s been a long day. I’ve been at work since 8am, and here it’s the
middle of the afternoon and I still haven’t gotten the damn program
working yet. As I sit here staring at the screen, my attention is
suddenly diverted by someone walking around outside the window. Ah,
that’s right, it’s Wednesday, time for the weekly visit of the
gardening service.

I glance outside at the truck. Hm, it’s a different truck than usual.
There must be a new service this week. Then I get a look at the guy
unloading the lawnmower. Whoa! There must be something about working
outside all day that causes guy to look like that!

He’s a little taller than average height, and well built. Not the
muscled look, but certainly not a weakling either. The kind of muscles
that look like they came from working day by day. He’s wearing a polo
shirt and jeans, and they look tailored for him. He fills them
perfectly. He has wonderful bright hair, a beautiful jaw line, and a
wonderful cleft chin. I can’t see his eyes through the dark glasses
he’s wearing. It’s gonna be difficult to concentrate while he’s
working out there.

I try to get back to work while he starts the lawnmower. After all, it
wouldn’t really be prudent to be staring at the gardener while I’m
supposed to be finishing up this program. I start back looking for
that bug in the program when I see him pushing the lawnmower right by
the window.

I look up. He’s even better looking up close. His forearms are
lightly dusted with slightly darker hair than what is on his head.
He’s freshly shaved, but has that dark stubble look that adds
definition to his face. He looks like he has nice strong hands. My
gaze wanders down the rest of his body, and I’m enjoying what I’m
seeing. Then he’s past the window.

I wait for him to come back and watch him again. On his third pass, I
suddenly realize that he’s watching me as he mows past. Oh, god, has
he caught me watching him? Damn, that’s probably the last I’ll see of
him. The straight guys always seem to run away when they’ve noticed
that you’ve noticed them. No, there he is again. As he gets to the
point on his lawnmowing circuit closest to my window, he stops for a
moment, takes off his sunglasses and wipes his brow, managing to fix me
with a piercing gaze. Ohmigod, his eyes! Toffee brown. I’m gonna
melt. By now, he’s got to have figured out that I find him attractive.
He’s certainly teasing me.

Now that he’s certain he has my attention, he goes back to work and
finishes up the lawn. Now he’s pushing the lawnmower to the back lot
to work out there. His partner comes by with the edge trimmer and
finishes up the lawn. I guess I’ve had my thrill for the day, and now
it’s time for ME to get back to work. About half an hour later, I see
him load the lawnmower back into the truck. He jumps into the
passenger side, but before the truck drives away, he looks back at my
window. He’s still wearing those sunglasses, so I don’t know if he’s
actually looking at me, but I certainly hope so…

It’s Wednesday again. I’m really looking forward to the lawnmower’s
visit. I’m in the middle of a major editing session when I hear the
truck pull up. I make sure to save the files, in case I get, um,
interrupted while he’s here.

This time, he’s wearing some kind of baseball jersey/t-shirt. Looks
like it has a team name on the front, for some kind of softball team.
Well, that’s certainly a good way to keep in shape. He turns to set
the mower on the lawn, and I see that there’s something written across
the back as well. It says “Andy”. Hm, well, since I know no better,
I’ll assume that’s his name.

This time, I’m not so coy about watching him. The office is pretty
much deserted; the only other person around is working on the other
side of the room with his headphones on. He’s too wrapped up in what
he’s working on to even notice that I’m in the room, much less zoning
on some guy.

Andy seems to appreciate my watching him. He’s taking his time to make
sure the job is done thuroughly. He’s making sure to mow the entire
lawn very carefully, especially the parts outside of my window. Every
now and again, he stops to stretch his back or his arms or his legs.
He’s showing off outrageously, and one look at his face shows that he
knows it. What a flirt.

He’s done too soon, and again he must leave. I sigh, but thinking
about what might be in store for next week keeps me feeling good for
the next few days…

It’s sweltering outside. It’s the kind of day that makes you want to
leave your car windows open just so that you won’t bake when you drive
back home. Fortunately, the tempermental air conditioning for the
building has decided to work today. It’s going to be a long day again
for me, as I have the extreme pleasure of trying to get my programs to
integrate with a bunch of other people’s programs. We’re supposed to
ship the product next week, so there’s a major deadline crunch. I
really need a break. And I’m not all that interested in coffee.

Right on schedule, there’s the truck. He jumps out of the cab and
walks back to the rear of the truck. He’s being very cocky today, but
I can’t help but catch that infectious grin of his. The guy at the
desk next to mine is noticing me staring, but today I don’t care.

As “Andy” starts the mower going, I see that he’s wearing a white
t-shirt today. He turns the corner, and I see what’s written on the
back. It says “For a good time…” followed by a phone number. Is
this for real? Is he actually giving me his phone number? I’m in
shock. Staring at him through the office window is one thing, but
actually calling him and talking is something I hadn’t even thought of
except in my wildest of fantasies. But then, he stops and looks right
at me, challenging me. Do I take the risk?

I grab a piece of paper and quickly write the number down. Apparently,
he sees me, as he starts back to his mowing. I think, I must be crazy,
actually thinking of calling a complete stranger.

About half of the way through his circuit, he stops. He must be
awfully hot out there, cause I can see the sweat dripping off of his
chin. He’s thinking the same thing. Then he pulls his shirt over his
head. Wow, he should be modelling. A light dusting of hair covers his
chest and trails down his belly. His firm pecs pull as he stretches
his arms overhead. To hell with work, I’d better be concerned about
keeping the proverbial drool out of my keyboard!

Again, it’s he’s done too soon. As the gardening service is packing up
to leave, he carefully hangs his shirt from the truck’s mirror. He
made sure to leave the number and the message easily readable. He
grabs his shirt and he and his partner climb back into the truck and
take off, leaving me with a major dilema. Do I dare call?

Well, I’ve decided. Tomorrow is Saturday, and my front yard could use
some work. I’ll call “Andy” up and ask if he does house calls. It
takes me an hour or so, but I finally get the nerve up to call.

“Hello, Handy Andy’s Gardening, can I help you?”

Hm, it’s a young voice; it could be him.

“Um, yeah, I hear you do really good work, and I was wondering if you
do private houses as well as corporate gardening. You see, my front
yard is really bad, and I don’t have the tools to take care of it.” I
shut up since I realize that I’m babbling.

“Yeah, but only on weekends.”

“Great! How about tomorrow?”

“Well, it’s kinda busy, but I guess I could at least stop by and see
how much work it’s going to be.”

We agree to a time to meet and I give him my address and phone number.
I thank him, and then hang up. It was all I could do to keep my voice
under control.

It’s Saturday morning now, and I hear a truck pulling up in front of my
house. I live in a small house, but it has a huge yard, both front and
back. The front is arranged well, but I’ve let it grow a bit wild,
since I really have no luck with plants. The back yard is a total
jungle. I don’t entertain much, so I don’t bother worrying about it.

I look out the front windows. It’s his truck, and he’s alone. I guess
on weekends he works by himself. He gets out of the truck and walks up
to the front door. Before he has a chance to ring the bell, I open the
door. He stands there, slightly surprised at having the door opened so
suddenly, but he recovers quickly. Then he recognizes me, and he
starts to smile, and his eyes get that twinkly look. Wow, just like
from the comics.

“Handy Andy, at your service,” he says with a grin.

“Hi, Andy, I’m Jim. Glad to meet you…” I say.

He’s wearing short shorts today with a large T-shirt with some mountain
climbing gear logo along with a pair of nylon hiking shoes. He looks
around the front yard, and I can see him summing up the amount of work
it needs. “Looks like it’s run wild for a few months, eh? Well, it’s
lucky for you that I don’t really have that heavy of a schedule today.”

“Why don’t you come on in, and we can discuss what needs to be done
first?”

“Well, if you don’t mind, I’d like to kinda take a free hand at it. I
guarentee you won’t be disappointed.”

I decide to follow his lead. “Sure, go ahead.” We shake on it.

He starts to unload his truck. I offer to help, but he nicely says
that I’m paying him to do his work (I’d forgotten I was supposed to pay
him) and that I should just sit back and relax while he gets to it. He
points to the chair on the porch and suggests that I sit back and read
the paper or something. As if I’ll be able to concentrate on the paper
with him working so nearby. Reluctantly, I comply with his wishes.

He starts working on the yard. It’s wonderful to be able to sit on my
porch and watch a sexy man work while he’s aware that I’m watching him.
He begins with the hedges, trimming them neatly along the walk. The he
attacks the flower bed, clearing out the dead growth and encouraging
the plants to flower more. The day is a warm one, and before too long,
his shirt is damp from sweat.

“Would you like something cool to drink, Andy? I have a couple of cold
beers, if you’d like. Also, some fruit juices and soda.”

“That would be great. You got any lemonaide? That would really be
great right now.”

Just my luck, I had made some the day before. I went inside and poured
out a couple of glasses worth and brought them back out, handing one to
him. He takes a few quick gulps. “Thanks, Jim, that REALLY hit the
spot. It is a bit warm out here, isn’t it? Would you mind if I take
this off?” He pulls at his shirt.

“No, not at all, go ahead…” I stammer.

He winks at me, and pulls the shirt over his head slowly. I am really
turned on by his sensuousness, and I think he’s quite aware of it.
“Hold on to this for me?” he asks, handing me his shirt.

I take it, and let him get back to work. I return to my chair, holding
his shirt in my lap. He has a very masculine smell to him, and his
odor clings to his sodden shirt.

After a couple of hours, he finally fishes up the front yard. It
hasn’t looked this good since well before I moved in. He’s done an
excellent job, worth a great deal more than we had agreed upon. He
joins me on the porch.

“Well, what do you think?” he asks.

“It’s incredible! I’m going to be the envy of all of my neighbors with
the job you’ve done!”

“Thanks, I enjoyed it. It’s a very interesting yard. I’m trained as a
landscape architect, but I’m not done with my degree. It’s not often I
have a chance to do much more than simple gardening.”

“You really have a good eye for it; it shows. Now come on inside.
It’s a lot cooler indoors, and you look as thought you could use a
rest.” I hold the door open for him. He thanks me and enters the
house.

I’m right behind him, but as I cross from the outside glare to the
relative darkness of the interior, he grabs me and presses his body up
against mine. His body odor engulfs me as he locks his lips to mine.
We kiss, but it’s more intense t han any other kiss I’ve ever had. The
door’s wide open, but I don’t care. My entire world is now just him
and myself and the kiss we’re sharing.

Ten minutes and a subjective eternity later, we part. “I’ve been
wanting to do that since the first time I saw you,” I tell him.

“You too, eh? I was so afraid that you’d never call me. I’ve never
done anything that crazy before. Imagine getting a t-shirt made with
my phone number…”

“I’m glad you did,” I say as I kiss him again. “Let’s get you into a
shower,” I tell him. He grins mischieviously as I lead him to the
bathroom.

Once there, I peel his short off his body. He has a beautiful body,
better than my fantasies of him. He helps me to undress and we get
into the shower. One of the nicest features, in my mind, about the
house I’m renting is the huge shower that it has. We made ample use of
it, draining my hot water tank. My hands explore every inch of his
body and he explores my body just as thuroughly. He starts to kiss me
on my face and my neck. He chews on my ear and whispers “I think I see
a way that you can pay me for my services…”

“Which services?” I ask. “Your gardening, or…” He laughs and kisses
me again.

Once the water starts to get too chilly we quickly towel each other
dry. I lead him to my bed and we both climb under the covers. For the
next four hours, we make very passionate love. When evening comes, I
ask him, “Do you have anywhere else you needed to be today?”

“Well, when I told you that my schedule was busy, I kinda stretched the
truth. About all I had planned was a bad porno and an evening of
frustration.”

“That’s just what I wanted to hear,” I tell him and I attack his body
again.

It’s Sunday morning. I have gotten up early and decided to make
breakfast for both of us. I put the coffee on, cut up some fruit, and
am making breakfast when Andy walks into the kitchen. He puts his arms
around my waist and pulls me into another kiss.

“Morning,” I try to say, but it comes out more like “mrglflng”. He
laughs.

“Breakfast, what a great idea!” he says.

“It’ll just be a minute.” I tell him.

He grabs a slice of canteloupe and munches on it while he takes a tour
of the kitchen. “I love your place,” he tells me. “Can I take a look
out back?”

“Sure,” I say, “but be careful. It’s kind of a jungle out there.”

He comes back inside after a few minutes and says “Yes, it’s really
overgrown. Looks like I’ll have lots of work ahead.”

I start to tell him that I didn’t expect him to do that as well, but he
silences me with a finger on my lips.

“Hey, I have to tell my boss something when I keep coming over here…”
he says with a devilish grin…

The cosy space under our blanket reeked of our sexual couplings:
we blotted ourselves with tissues which Lars produced. He wriggled
back into his jeans, I wriggled back into my clothes, while he went to
the loo to tidy himself up. he re-emerged looking immaculate (and
stunning). Breakfast was served, and there was little to say after
this amazing night of passion. Soon the aircraft landed, and we went
our separate ways – he had a connecting flight to catch to Sweden. A
quick handshake and a coy smile as we parted; “till next time!” I went
through immigration and customs in a post-coital daze. Sadly our paths
have not yet crossed again, and if they do, I wonder whether we would
ever achieve such ecstatic feelings as those of two strangers coming
together in such total uninhibited and lustful intimacy in such an im-
possible place?

We woke up pantless and trouserless still under our blanket. The
movie had finished, the aircraft was in darkness, we only took a few
minutes to arouse each other to another insatiable frenzy and I soon
had pumped yet another generous load of cum into his willing and
inviting hole. Not being satisfied with basic membership of the “Six
Mile high Club” we had even found time for a second helping.

He sighed and shuddered and his hips moved gently and rhythmi-
cally. The need to copulate quietly to avoid attracting attention was
not forgotten, despite our extreme passion. This need forced us to
perform using hard pressure and firm small movements; he thrust hard
against my equal and opposite series of nudges. My instincts desper-
ately wanted me to pump every last drop of my spunk into him as
quickly and violently as possible, but my intellect made me want to
prolong this ecstasy. The discipline of doing it slowly and quietly,
so as not to attract attention, made it easier to prolong the excruci-
ating pleasure without climaxing. Curiously I have always found that
the longer and steamier the foreplay the better I can hold on until
the crucial moment of a mutual climax. I was able to relax and savour
the exquisite pleasure of being coupled with my beautiful fellow trav-
eller. I forced my left hand between his waist and the seat until my
it could reach past his bush and grip his throbbing cock jutting out
like a red hot poker which I correctly guessed would fire his climax.
We were now locked together and so overcome with desperate excitement
that at that moment neither of us would have cared if all the passen-
gers and crew were watching, although we kept straining against each
other and moving slowly with great force to avoid attracting unwelcome
attention. I could feel his muscles pulling and rippling at my strain-
ing hunk of meat that I cruelly rammed into him with as much force as
I could manage. He had superb muscular co-ordination and was able to
achieve what few boys I have coupled with can do, to give a feeling of
sucking me into him with muscular ripples of his anal ring.

Lars unzipped his jeans and wriggled out of them, still under the
blankets. “Please..” he moaned – “please..” – I felt the same way. he
turned to face away from me, and firmly pressed his shapely bum
against my left thigh. Making sure the blanket was covering us well, I
twisted around until my throbbing tool was pressed up against the val-
ley between his buns; it was a similar position as if he was sitting
on my lap. I could probe his arse with my dick. He arched his back and
raised his right thigh and firmly holding the end of my pulsing penis,
he guided it into the mouth of his soft hole. I pushed hard so my cock
slid smoothly into his firm warm tunnel. I cupped both his breasts
with my hands and pulled him hard against me to penetrate as deep as
possible.

But it is one thing to snog, even as naughtily as this, in an air-
plane full of people but quite another to remove the garments neces-
sary to couple us in the way we were both obviously craving for and to
release our wild passion in the sexual frenzy we both felt. How could
we satisfy our enormous lusts? What with cabin crew wondering back-
wards and forwards behind us to and from the galley, we could not eas-
ily strip off and start humping without the risk of creating a sensa-
tion on board. I had visions of us being arrested for grossly indecent
behaviour in a Jumbo Jet! Could I somehow get my cock out and force
down his tight panties? But what position could we use? Nothing else
in the world now mattered except an overpowering urge to stuff my
straining rod into the depths of his warm, eager arse. But trivial
problems like tight jeans, trouser zips, stretched Y fronts and un-
yielding aircraft seats made this ambition hard to realise.

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On a whim I called an all gay 976 number. The ads excitted me and
made my fantasies flow. I called several times before I found an
ad that sounded good. I called his number and he answered. I’ll
call him M. M. and I talked for over an hour about what I wanted
and what I expected. We didn’t get together until after the third
time we spoke on the phone. I finally agreed to meet him.

I went over to his place in the evening and we sat and talked for
about an hour. Then he put on a “bi” video while we watched and
talked. It wasn’t long before we were both naked and stroking our
now hard dicks. He started playing with my dick while I layback
and enjoyed. Then he wrapped his mouth around my hardon and I was
in heaven. We moved to the floor where he sucked me some more.
He asked me if I wanted to suck him and I said yes.

Slowly at first then with more eagerness I took his manhood in my
mouth and licked and sucked. I tried to take it all but I kept gaging.
We moved into a sixtynine position and I lost all track of time.
I lay on my back with M.’s dick slowly sliding in and out of my mouth,
his balls would come to a rest on my nose before his dick would begin
sliding back out. All the while he sucked my hard cock.

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I had had a hectic day getting my work completed before flying
out, got to the airport late, and consequently was glad to have got
through the airport hassle and slump into my Club Class seat. The top
deck of the 747 has a small cabin which some airlines use for first
class passengers, but many including BA, use for Business Class; there
are only 20 or 30 seats, which gives you the feeling of being in a
small, but spacious airliner. The top deck is reached via a spiral
staircase and you travel cut off from the masses on the main deck be-
low. This flight, luckily, was fairly empty so I was fortunate that
through the lottery of seat allocations, Lars, as he turned out to be
named, took up the aisle seat corresponding to my window seat and no-
body else got seated either between us or in the row on the other side
of the aisle.

(The names and places have been changed to protect the hardly
innocent).
….
My sophomore year at Univ of Illinois I found myself spending
an inordinate amount of time on one of the school-sponsored
bulletin board systems. Through a “computer glitch” (hardly a
glitch, given I was a Computer Engineering major…but I
digress), I ended up in “chat” mode with a guy whose postings I
had repeatedly found interesting. I tracked down where this
boy was signed on, walked up to his terminal, and shocked the
hell out of him when I introduced myself.
….
I saw Mike around campus from time to time that summer and we
occaisionally got together to hit the bars. I can say with
complete honesty that I was oblivious to my own sexuality at
that time, and any interest which Mike may have shown early on
would have flown right past me. The following fall I convinced
Mike to rush and pledge my fraternity. In the four months Mike
was a pledge Mike and I grew to be very close friends.
(Humourously, Mike told me later the reason he pledged was
because he wanted me).
….
That spring a group of 12 of us went to Fort Lauderdale for
spring break. Most of us had visions of spending the week
drunk and picking up women. Since we had 12 people jammed into
a suite with only 6 beds, we always ended up sleeping two to a
bed–not a big deal, though I noticed that Mike and I always
seemed to arrange to be in the same bed. One night after we
had each had a few drinks and the rest of our fraternity
brothers had hit the bars, Mike and I decided we were going to
go to sleep early because we were tired. Mike and I sat up in
bed talking, as we usually did.
….
I was getting really horny and managed to masturbate myself
without Mike catching on to what was going on. Then Mike said
something about feeling very close to me. I told him that I
had never had a closer friend in my life. Mike said that he
was not just emotionally attracted to me, but physically
attracted also. I paused, not knowing quite what to say…he
said so what do you think of that?
….
I said, “you don’t see me getting out of bed, do you?” Mike
and I immediately locked in an embrace, aware that at any
moment the outside hotel room door might open to reveal 10
fraternity brothers…and maybe 3 seconds to get out of a
vulnerable position. Mike hands started roaming down my chest
to my hard problem, and started jacking me off, saying he
wanted to make my problem go away. We worked each others tools
with our hands until we brought each other off (my second time
that night) and had to settle for falling asleep on opposite
sides of the bed..
….
The following night when Mike and I were in bed, I confessed
that I had always wanted to both give and receive a blowjob.
Mike was under the sheets and had my tight whites at my ankles
in a moment. Even though it was his first time, he was
definitely doing OK by instinct. In just a few minutes I could
hold back no longer and really blew a load. Coughing a little,
he said “that wasn’t so bad…it will take a while before I can
swallow it though.” Being the curious one that I was I worked
my way down Mike’s chest, to his hard spot and proceeded to
give my first blow job. It was difficult to not choke on it,
but I loved the flavor and knew I would enjoy doing this again
and again.
….
Mike and I continued seeing each other for another 4 months,
and experienced a variety of firsts in my single room at the
chapter house. I had allegedly gotten a single to take
conquered babes to after parties…though Mike was a babe
definitely worth conquering There were a few occaisions
that he and I basically got caught with our pants down! There
would be an unplanned knock on the door, and we would either
have to pretend there was nobody in the room (a difficult task,
given that there was moaning coming out of the room just
seconds earlier), or hope that we could get our pants on fast
enough to make things seem kosher.
….
Despite a lot of great firsts, after Mike and I broke up it
took me over 2 years for me to accept the fact that I was gay.
I know where he is now though…he’s a great friend, and I’ll
never forget him and my first time.

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