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|Posted on Sunday, November 22, 2020 - 01:01 pm: ||
Early Days Part 15 - Looking back - The Travelling Fair
My adventures whilst growing up in a farming community are told below. I never returned to live in my home village but it is still a place of great memories and a place I visit when I can and catch up on events with the help of my surviving sister and school pals.
Three or four years ago I made such a journey back in time: the cottage where I had been born, located in fields and only accessible by track at that time, but now by a tarmac road, was standing all but derelict: a second farm workers cottage where I had lived later had been sold to a City man as a retirement home (as had other cottages in the village,) and had been completely revamped and extended and almost seemed out of character. The scenery was the same but time had moved on and virtually every face was that of a Stranger. The village where I had gone to School boasts a population of several hundred: by chance I met a lady of my age, a lady who had attended the same school as me and had lived just three doors away: she still lived in the Village and could say that there were now, including herself, just three families remaining from the days when I was a Resident. How the world moves on!!
On my journey a travelling fair was running in the nearby town and it prompted some very nostalgic memories one of which is perhaps worth sharing.
The Fair was an annual event in the nearby towns. From an early age it prompted excitement from the first day the caravans started to arrive until the day they left. What is coming this year? Always the Dodgem Cars, but what else? Even when grown up and working it was still a time of local celebration and fun and so it was in the year of my story.
I would be about 18 or 19 at the time. It was a fine summer evening and I had cycled a few miles to visit a mate who lived on a Hill Farm. He was my age and had several brothers and sisters. Our friendship was a straight one. I really liked their farm for its isolated location and every visit was something different. A small river ran through their fields and on a hot summer night we would go swimming: at other times we would walk up over the hills checking the stock. On my way to the farm on this particular evening I had passed a whole collection of Fairground vehicles parked in a large lay-by and had a little surge of excitement to think 'it was that time of year again' and Saturday night would be a good night out. One of the Fairground vehicles appeared to have broken down as the bonnet was up on a large tractor unit towing a couple of big trailers and there were several men peering into the engine.
I was at my mate's farm for two or three hours. It was still daylight when I left and as I turned a bend in the road I was expecting to see all the fairground vehicles ahead of me but to my surprise there was only one left. As I got closer I rode into the lay-by and drawing level with the front of the Tow Truck found a man sat on a wooden stool watching the world go by. The sight of him startled me a bit and I think he was surprised to seem me probably not having hear me coming. He spoke. I pulled up and swung back towards him. Instinctively I suppose, I asked if this was the Tow Truck I had seen earlier which seemed to have broken down. He said it was, but only a fan belt which had been fixed but it was too late to move on so he was there for the night which was a bit of a pain because he had been expecting to be in town and going out for a few beers. With that he stood up and stretched, remarking that the stool wasn't that comfortable. It was, as he stretched, that I nearly shot an instant load. He would be mid twenties, short and very muscular, was wearing a big pair of boots, a tee shirt clung to him showing his nipples but the biggest plus of all was the rather oily, greasy, pair of ice blue jeans he was wearing: so tight that they looked like an extra skin and the long thick bulge of his cock sticking down his left leg had to be seen to be believed. He obviously noted my inspection and I felt slightly embarrassed at being so blatant but he rescued the situation by looking down himself and remarking that, 'yes' he could do with a clean pair of jeans but all his gear was in the caravan which had gone on to town.
'No problems with that mate' I had replied, 'I work on a farm and you should see the state of my overalls at times. I was just wondering where you managed to buy jeans as tight as that because my mate's been trying to get a pair for months and all he can find are loose ones.' 'It's the job' he explained. 'They're loose when I buy them but many is the time you have to keep going in all weathers, get wet through to the skin and they start shrinking on you. This pair must have been soaked more times than I've had a cooked breakfast. Tell your mate' he went on, 'that if he wants really tight jeans to put them on, soak in a bath for half and hour while they shrink to size and then let them dry - maybe even do it two or three times but he'll end up well and truly kitted out.' I remember telling him I wasn't sure why my mate wanted them so tight because he had a hard on half the time and had to keep his hands in his pockets anyway to hide it.
'Lucky him' was the reply. 'Where is he now?' he asked. I told him my mate was currently in the Army but due home on leave later in the week.
The conversation and the sight of this Worker had started to get me more than a bit aroused . I was sat on the seat of my bike balancing with both legs on the ground and it wasn't easy to hide the fact that my cock was rising in my jeans. I noted that the Fairground man taking a look down at my crutch and obviously saw what was happening because his next comment was that it looked as though perhaps I had something in common with my mate. 'That?' I asked, nodding down to my rising cock. 'Something like that' he replied with a smile 'but it happens to us all. One of my mates is the same: he's always nipping away for a wank.' 'Don't we all' I said. 'I certainly fucking do' he replied 'had a swim in the river down in that field behind us earlier on and had a wank lying in the grass drying off.'
That did it. My cock shot up to full tilt. I'd like to have been the proverbial fly on the wall watching that.
'Fairground' obviously noticed what was happening and reached across, put his hand round my cock, gave it a good squeeze and said it looked as though I was ready for a wank of my own. 'I think you're right' I had replied. 'Come on then' he said, 'let's get down the side of these trailers and give each other a hand.'
Off we went. I propped my bike on the hedge and joined him. He was undoing his belt and lowering his zip and by the time I reached him he had his own huge solid cock in his hand gently stroking it.
'Come on then' he said 'let the dog see the rabbit' - an invitation for me to follow and show him my piece of meat. I did the same and with cock now in my own hand, and like 'Fairground' stroking gently on it he reached across and took over, inviting me to take his in my hand. My mate who I had mentioned was well hung but this Guy was just as big. 'Nice length you've go there' he said. 'Doesn't match yours' I replied.
The compliment seemed to give him extra strength as I felt a pulse go through his cock. 'How much as your mate got then?' he asked. 'A good eight or nine inches I told him, and very thick.' 'As thick as mine?' he asked. 'About the same I would think' I replied. 'Wouldn't mind having it in my other hand then' he said. 'Have you ever had a cock in each hand then? I asked him. 'Now and then' he told me, 'when the opportunity arises.' 'How about you?' he asked me. I had to admit that I had wanked with a few men and just occasionally a group session.
The horny conversation and the increasing speed at which 'Fairground' was now stroking my cock and me stroking his soon brought us to an end. Both of us shot loads across the ground and up into the hedge.
'Fucking lovely' said 'Fairground. 'Not bad for second time in an hour or so.'
We stayed chatting until well after dark. We had another wank before we separated.
Make sure you look out for me when you come to the Fair he had said and bring your mate if he's home.
My mate was home for the weekend and we found 'Fairground' working on the 'Dodgems'. He spotted me in the crowd and came over. I introduced my mate who I had already told about events earlier in the week. 'Hang about till we finish' Fairground had said 'probably about 11pm. and suggested where we meet. He turned up about 11.15 with another Worker who turned out to be his well hung mate who always had a hard on. 'Follow us' he said and took us to one of the Trailers and into a storage bay in it.
He and his mate were obviously well horny because they both had their cocks out within seconds and me and my mate followed.
It was a short session. Both lads were off to a party in one of the caravans. 'Now's your chance - once in each hand' 'Fairground' said to me as both he and his mate offered their cocks one into each of my hands.
My own mate stood whilst 'Fairgrounds' mate wanked him off.
Ten minutes later we were on our way home and the Fairground lads on their way to their Party.
There was a quick repeat a couple of weeks later with just me and the two Fairground lads in another town nearby - and that was it. Never saw them again - more's the pity.
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|Posted on Saturday, November 14, 2020 - 09:10 pm: ||
Early days Part 14 of 15
After the unexpected events of our night together we both woke late and after breakfast Ben dropped me back at home. He seemed reluctant to drive off and we sat together in his car for some time. Had I got anything planned for later he asked. I hadn't. Should he pick me up later he wanted to know. 'Yes. Why not?' I said. 'Sorry mate' he said 'and I saw some tears in his eyes, ' I just think you're the best mate I've ever had and I thought I might have blown my luck taking you too far last night.' I put my hand on his leg and gave it a squeeze. 'Ben' I said 'I'll see you later and I'll tell the folks not to expect me back till Sunday - if that's OK with you'. He put his hand around my head and pulled me into his popping a gentle kiss onto my right ear. 'Same time as last night. I'll see you later.' I climbed out of the car and waved as he turned an drove back home.
We had a good night out. We stayed local and went to the usual watering hole - 'The Hillside'
We had a good laugh with some of our regular mates and at closing time did the usual run to the Chippie and back home to Ben's. No need to call in the lay by this time.!! That night there were no nerves and no hang-ups and totally relaxed we cemented a friendship which lasted over the years.
The following Summer I joined the RAF for two years National Service. Ben returned to join the Harvest in Canada. The pain of being apart is now a distant memory but at the time it was a constant hurt. We never knew where each other was. Ben sent an occasional letter to me at home and it was forwarded to me. The Autumn brought good news. I was given a permanent posting at an RAF base within a couple of hour's drive from home and Ben returned from Canada.
I remember ringing home one night and my Mum told me Ben was back and had called in to see her and Dad. He asked how I was and they gave him the latest news. I'd rung off from my Mum and tried Ben's home number: his Dad answered and called Ben to the phone. Trying to catch up on several lost months in a conversation which could be overheard by Ben's folks and anyone walking passed my NAAFI phone booth was difficult. The following week-end Ben picked me up near the Camp and we spent the night together in a local Hotel and really caught up with missed times.
We remained close friends. Never partners or joined at the hip. As we grew older we both had other mates and interests and often met up together at different events. We had nights out together and even took an occasional holiday together. Jim, the Highways Driver also remained a great mate to both of us. He eventually married. Ben was his Best Man. He had a lads night out with us from time to time and still enjoyed the bi-sexual part of his life. Chris my mate from farming days got a farm managers job in the Bristol area and moved away and I eventually lost contact with him.
A few years back, only in his Fifties, Ben was diagnosed with lung cancer. He passed peacefully away with me and his elderly Mum and Dad at his bedside. For a time I could share my memories with them. Now sadly they have also passed away and all I have left are my own memories of what was the best ever of mates.
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|Posted on Friday, November 13, 2020 - 11:19 pm: ||
Early days Part 13 of 15
The journey back from Town to Ben's normally take about forty minutes. Ben asked if I'd enjoyed the night out and I said I had. He then asked if I fancied a bit more education as he called it. What like? I had asked him. 'Just wait and see' he had said. A few minutes later he pulled off the main road into a lay-by. I thought he probably wanted a piss but he just turned the engine off and sat there. It was a bright moonlit night and I was surprised to see that there were three or four other cars and a transit van in the lay-by. Just give it a minute then follow me said Ben, getting out of the car. He explained later that two walking in together sometimes caused a stir incase they were plain clothes cops. He set off a little way down the lay-by and through a gap into some bushes. I followed shortly after. In the moonlight it was possible so see a group of men stood together and moving slowly towards them to see that at least one was on his knees giving another guy a gobble and the others watching and wanking. Ben was with them. I saw he had pulled his cock out and was playing with it. I moved slowly up to the group who happily let me join in. Hands moved across and in no time someone was playing with my cock and someone else had Ben in hand: instinctively I reached over and found a cock to play with. 'We meet again' whispered a broad Irish voice. 'Paddy, that you?' I'd asked a bit surprised, then realised the big transit van was his. 'For sure it's me' said Paddy 'how's you doing again?' 'Alright' I'd replied. There was no more chat Paddy moved to wank with me then, after a while joined with someone else. Ben was a few feet away with a cock in each hand and someone else down giving him a blow-job. I moved across and he let go one of the cocks to let mine take its place. 'OK mate?' he whispered. 'OK' I replied. The Guy giving Ben a blow-job moved over to take me. It was like velvet but I held back. I didn't want to shoot a load yet. The night wasn't over and I pulled gently out. Ben must have had the same thought and he nodded towards the car. I nodded back and followed him out of the wood. Paddy was leaving at the same time. he said he'd come off so was heading for his bed. 'See you boys' he said in his broad accent . Fifteen minutes later we were at Ben's.
Ben was well organised. He'd got some food ready before he'd picked me up and as we had some supper we also had some more drinks. We just chatted. He told me a few stories about previous visits to Town and said he preferred it because he could relax without being seen by anyone local and when we had finished our Supper he said perhaps it was bedtime. I followed him upstairs. We both called and used the toilet before going to his bedroom. It was warm and cosy and he had a large double bed which looked inviting. We both stripped off neither of us making any move on each other though we both knew it was going to happen eventually. Ben lifted back the covers, climbed in and tapped the mattress for me come in alongside him. It was then that the whole feeling of the night began to move into gear. I'd never actually seen Ben totally stripped off and he had never seen me likewise. His whole body filled me with a great urge to explore every part of it. He was quite muscular with a beautiful waist, and quite hairy legs, arms and chest. His cock was solid, standing up towards his chest with a slight curve in it. It looked every bit the eight inches he said it was. My first act wasn't to explore the rampant shaft he was pointing in my direction, but to play gently with his nipples, his waist and thighs and long before my hands reached his cock my tongue had found his tongue and was deep inside his throat. He found my cock and pulled it between his legs, squeezing them tightly around my shaft. He rolled over so that I was on top of him and soon raised his legs up around my waist leaving my cock thrusting up against his pleading ass. He lifted himself higher and managed to slip a pillow beneath his lower back increasing the pressure of my cock into the waiting bum. No words were spoken, I moved further up easing just the first couple of inches of my throbbing cock into him. There was a slight flinch as I sent in the next couple of inches. He knew I had detected the move. 'Go on mate' he said softly, 'let's have it all' I started to pump a bit harder and a bit faster. Ben's whole body joined the rhythm. I got faster and faster, Ben became to pant, groan, and moan as the excitement welled up inside him and when I shot my load into him the shout of he gave was immense. I collapsed down onto him, both our bodies covered in sweat. He hugged me and pulled me alongside him and cuddled me in his arms. 'You don't know how long I've waited for you to do that' he said 'but it was worth the wait.' 'Well' I said 'I enjoyed it as well Mate.' Ben of course hadn't come off. He was still in rampant form but he was the experienced one of the two of us: he knew I was spent for a short while and only gradually and gently did he move forward, first by extending his cuddle to gently playing with my waist, thighs and my ass, by kissing my nipples, gently using his tongue to play around my body eventually around my ass, my balls then onto my cock which had been solid again for some time then, back toward my ass. I really enjoyed that new experience. I had always fought a bit shy of anyone touching my ass but this was Ben. Ben was a Mate and at this time he could more or less do what he liked. I was roused once more and Ben knew he had succeeded in getting me ready for another round. This time he was on top of me, his tongue was working between my nipples and then my lips and into my own mouth and all the time his cock was steering a course towards my own ass.
Ben was sensitive. He knew I was apprehensive and a bit tense and sensed that what he was starting was something which I was not familiar with, might not want even. He was right, but he was Ben and I trusted him so eventually and very gently I felt the increasing pressure of his cock as it teased its way towards my ass. I knew what he wanted but also knew he would only carry on if he got a signal to do so. I had had the pleasure of screwing him: it seemed unfair to deny him the same treat. I relaxed. Ben waited a while then eased the first inch or so into me. It seemed OK. I relaxed a bit more. Gently in came another couple of inches with continuing pelvic thrusts. That hurt a bit but I tried not to let it show but Ben was the perfect mate and he held back until I had relaxed again. Once more the slow and gently pelvic thrust began, but this time my body seemed to join in and the tempo increased. A bit more length, a bit more speed and soon I knew Ben was as far in as he could go.
I can't say it was painless, it wasn't, but it wasn't a pain that hurt. Ben, with my help, increased the thrust and soon, shouting out once more in ecstasy pulled rapidly out and shot his load up over my chest, my face and onto the pillow behind me.
With breathe back we took a shower and returned to bed. Not a lot was said: I think we were both apprehensive about what we had done. As we settled Ben asked a not unexpected question and let out a surprising piece of information. 'Was that the first time you've been fucked? he asked. I said it was even though others had wanted to. 'Why with me then?' he wanted to know.
I told him I was relaxed, I knew him, it was safe and private and no pressure whereas the other times it had been strangers wanting a quick jump in risky places and, until that night I'd never really wanted to try it. He pulled me to him with a strong hug. 'Cheers Mate' he said 'I wasn't sure if I should have tried or not.' 'I assume it wasn't the first time for you though!' I remarked. There was a pause. 'Mick' he said 'no flannel mate, it was.' I was dumbfounded. I could only repeat his question - 'Why me?' 'Why not?' he asked 'your the first mate I've had who I've genuinely wanted to fuck me.' 'Not even Jim?' I asked. 'No not seriously with Jim' he said, 'you know I've played about with him, it was more a wrestling match with him and a bit of macho to see if I could manage that monster cock of his but it was never going to happen...now if yours grows to the size of his it might be a different story.. and we both drifted into a deep and happy sleep.
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|Posted on Monday, November 09, 2020 - 10:29 pm: ||
Early days Part 12 of 15
Following my 'busy' day off nothing particularly exciting happened for ages. Chris became more involved with his girl friend and our sessions rare: occasionally there was only Russ and myself at the Garage and we had the odd play around but usually got interrupted and Jim passed by in his truck but we didn't meet up anywhere.
There were the occasional bits of fun when I headed off on my bike to the laybys on the trunk road that ran through the area. After the session with the soldier in the cinema I took to visiting the Gaumont and the Odeon more often: wet days when many working lads were rained off was sometimes a plus as was early evening in weekdays and Saturday afternoons. A bit of fun wasn't guaranteed and more often than not interest was shown by someone who didn't appeal anyway and there are no real episodes worth writing about. My early experiences with the likes of Chris, Ben, Jim and Russ and also Ron and Bill were probably the ones that set the pattern for the rest of my life - they were all working lads, discrete and fairly well endowed. Others made approaches: I remember a Salesman who continually asked if I wanted a day out with him, a man who ran a mobile shop who constantly wanted me to help him out on his rounds and the Owner of a local clothes shop who forever made suggestive remarks when buying anything and insisted that you tried it on - him popping his head around the curtain of the cubicle continually in the probably hopes of catching me with my trousers down.. He never did! These latter characters did nothing to raise my hormones, in fact quite the opposite as their approaches were not unknown to make me feel physically sick. Nature I have decided, is difficult to understand and to this day my interest lies only with the sort of Guys with whom I had my early experiences and whose background was similar to mine.
My National Service call-up papers were expected a few months later. Life became a bit dull and boring. It was early Autumn, it was a Friday lunchtime, the mechanics were in the rest room, the Boss at home next door and me looking after the phone, the shop and the petrol pumps as always at that time and taking a later break. I was on the phone with my back to the door: I heard it open and knew someone had come in: a pair of hands came to rest on my waist and a pair of legs thrust up against mine with someone's crutch pushing into my ass. 'That fucking Ron' I thought trying to keep cool to the Customer on the telephone but on completing the call and turning to face this rather forward visitor it wasn't Ron at all - it was good old Ben, back from Canada. I grabbed him in a bear hug and he reciprocated. 'How you doing then Mick?' he asked casually. 'Mate' I remember saying 'all the better for seeing you back safe and well.' He'd been back three or four days but this was his first chance to drop down to the Garage. He looked a treat. He was bronzed and had lost some weight: 'So how did it go?' I asked. 'Well' he said, 'that's why I dropped in, thought we might have a pint or two at the usual later on and catch up on things.' 'Too fucking true' I replied. 'Right' he said 'I'll pick you up about eight and we'll make up for lost time...and my folks are away this week so you might as well come home for the night - tell your folks to stop them worrying.' 'That fits well' I told him 'it's my weekend off so no work tomorrow or Sunday.'
He stayed for a few minutes then sped off . I couldn't wait.
Ben arrived just after 8pm, had a quick chat with my folks then off we went.
'Thought we might have a change' he said, as we drove off, 'try a pub or two in town.' I was happy with that. Our first stop was in a Town Centre pub named, as many pubs are, 'The Lion' which had a 'Men Only' bar - quite common in those days - they were more social than sexual, Ladies had their Lounge, there were facilities for mixed drinking: everyone had a choice unlike this politically correct age where equality rules but choice doesn't!
With a first pint in hand we found a seat and Ben told me about life working in Canada. It had apparently been hard graft, long hours, long journeys between jobs and very dirty, dusty and dry but money-wise he’d done well and hoped to go back the following year.
He’d worked with a mixed bunch and, as the Newcomer he had had to prove himself which wasn’t easy but he had been accepted in the end. There had been a bit of social life but work had had to come first. ‘Any shagging?’ I asked, leaving it open as to which sex it might have been with. ‘Fuck all really’ he said, ‘I think one of the gang was game but too nervous to make a move and a couple of times on the road I managed a quick blowjob in a Rest Area. Got a lot of catching up to do’ he added, giving me a friendly nudge. We bought another pint and Ben went off to the toilet leaving me with a chance to look around. A man sat on his own was looking at me every time I glanced in his direction. His face was familiar. He was short, slim, gingerish hair and quite muscular, but I couldn’t put a name to him. When Ben returned I said ‘don’t look straight away, but do you know the bloke sat over in the corner?’ He waited a while, had a look and turned back. ‘No’ he said ‘I don’t know him but I’ve seen him in here before. Why d’you ask?’
‘Just wondered’ I said, ‘his face seems familiar and every time I look across he’s looking at me.’
‘Probably fancies you’ said Ben softly ‘fuck off for a piss and see if he follows you.’ ‘You reckon?’ I said. ‘Give it a try’ he said, so I headed for the bogs.
Sure enough half a minute later in came my admirer and boldly stood in the next stall even though there were eight or ten to choose from. I kept my eyes straight ahead but with good wide vision I could tell my companion was stood back and making no attempt to cover his cock up. ‘Not seen you in here before’ said my companion in a broad Irish accent, getting bolder by the second. ‘First time I’ve been in here’ I said trying to answer his question without prompting another. 'You don't recognise me do you?' said my Companion, continuing, I looked across and said I couldn't remember who he was' 'I let you have a go on my excavator a couple of years back.' he said. The memory came flooding back. 'Fucking hell Paddy' I said, 'you look different scrubbed up. So, what you doing now?' 'Same thing, same thing,' he said.
On the day he referred to I had been watching a gang of lads at work as they put a new water main through the village. I'd been particularly interested in the working of the big excavator which dug the trench and eventually back-filled when the pipes had been laid. Paddy had watched me sat on my bike and when it came to a break he had come over and asked if I'd like a go. I jumped at the idea and had climbed in behind Paddy and sat on his lap whilst he showed me and guided me in what to do. When his hands were free he had put them down firmly on my legs and up near my crutch. I hadn't objected and whilst he was showing me what else to do his right hand had moved up to my cock which had risen to meet it. I remembered Paddy's remark as his fist reached my knob - 'Ye have a nice tool of your own here me boy' he'd said and he had continued to squeeze and pull on it. I remembered feeling his own cock thrusting up onto my ass and putting a hand down between my legs to find his cock and giving it a squeeze or two then looking back into his face and telling him his tool was a good one as well. We had ended up between the hedge and the Excavator, out of sight of the other lads in the gang, and had wanked each other off. I gone back two or three times before they moved on and had managed a repeat session. Now, here was Paddy again.
'So' said Paddy 'I suppose that machine of yours has grown a bit since I last saw it.' I stood back to let him see. He reached straight over and began to pump away. 'Nice one boy' he said 'nice one' we'll have to be getting together again.' I gave his cock a few pulls and said I'd better be getting back to my mate. 'I'll see you sometime' said Paddy and I walked out and left him.
When I got back to the bar Ben was full of it. ‘There you are mate, set up for the night!’ ‘Piss off’ I responded ‘I’m having a night out with you: that’s enough for me.’ ‘Pleased to hear it’ said Ben. ‘Shall we move on?’ ‘You’re the Guide’ I said ‘lead on.’ We set off a short distance. As we walked down the Street I did tell Ben about Paddy and where I'd met him. 'Good for you' said Ben, 'never turn anything down!'
It was getting on for 10.30pm and Ben said we would go to a Club because the pubs would be closing before long. The Club was upstairs above a row of shops. Ben it seems was already a member and signed me in as his Guest. The place was busy and it took a while to get to the bar and get a drink. Several people spoke to Ben as we made our way some asking where he had been as they had not seen him for a long time. He told them working in Canada. Whilst we were waiting to be served a hand was playing gently with my ass: I thought it was Ben but when I saw he had two hands on the bar I knew it wasn’t. This spooked me a bit and I felt nervous. When we got our drinks and found somewhere to sit I told Ben. ‘Sorry about that mate’ he said ‘perhaps I should have told you that this a Mens’ Club as well and a lot of the lads in here are after some cock fun. Usually if you are with a mate they leave you alone but now and then some of them get a bit frisky and you might end up getting your arse felt or even a grope round the cock and bollocks... and when you go for a piss you’ll more than likely see a few things going on. Anyway, any problems, or if you’re not happy in here say so and we’ll go.’ ‘No’ I said ‘just a bit of a shock. See how it goes.’
My first visit to the toilet was, as Ben had suggested, a bit of an eye opener with a couple of Guys openly kissing and playing with each others cocks in a corner and another Guy moved up the stalls to stand next to me and very openly looked over the stall to view my cock. I just pissed, shook off the spots and walked out. The initial nerves were passing and with a bit of drink inside me I was warming to the atmosphere. When I got back someone had joined Ben: as I approached he got up and indicated for me to sit back in my seat, said ‘Cheerio’ to Ben and went back somewhere across the bar. ‘How did you get on then?’ asked Ben. I told him. ‘You still OK in here?’ he asked. ‘Yes’ I said, ‘it’s alright now I know the score. Were you getting chatted up then? I asked, referring to the Guy who had just left. ‘I think so’ said Ben ‘I’ve seen him before and he usually comes over for a chat but it’s never gone any further.’
About 1am the bar was beginning to empty and Ben asked if I was ready to go. ‘You’re the driver’ I said, ‘ready when your are.’ ‘We’ll have a piss before we go’ said Ben and we headed to the toilet together. There was obviously some last minute action going on with several men eyeing each other up at the stalls. Ben and I were not able to stand side by side and as I pissed and looked down at Ben the Guy next to him reached over and took hold of Ben’s cock. Ben looked at me and winked but finished his piss, shook off the spots, put his cock away , just tapped the Guy who had groped him on the shoulder and said ‘see you’ and walked away. I followed. Ben’s groping mate watched then realised we were together. His passing comment aimed at me as we left the toilet was ‘lucky you!’
That, I hoped, as we headed off, would be the case....but there was the journey home yet, and something else to be learned on the way!!
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|Posted on Sunday, November 08, 2020 - 09:55 pm: ||
Early days Part 11 of 15
Russ had dropped me off about 2pm. I was still toying with the idea of going for a bike ride to one or two laybys but whilst out with Russ I'd seen posters about the latest Bond Film showing in town and was tempted to go and see it. In the end the Bond Film won and I took the bus into town and got to the Gaumont Cinema about 4.30pm. The film was proving popular and quite a few were waiting for the next showing which was due to start just after 5pm.
Having got a ticket - cheap seat towards the front - I headed in and straight to the toilets as I was ready for a piss. I was aware that someone followed me in and stood a couple of stalls away. 'That's fucking better' said a voice, 'was getting a bit desperate.' Glancing across there was a soldier in uniform, hands in pocket and having a real good slash. My eyes lingered on the cock that was letting forth the stream of steaming piss: it was well worth the look, well on the way to full stretch even. 'Sorry about that mate' said the voice, obviously having seen my eyes giving more than a brief glance at his cock, 'got a bit of a piss beat on' he said. I knew what he meant as quite often I got a hard on if I was in urgent need of a piss but had nowhere to go for one.
'Happens to us all mate' I responded and having finished my own piss - solider boy still having his - I shook off the spots, zipped up and went out to look for a seat.
I sat about five or six rows back from the front and three or four seats in from the centre isle. The lights were still up and people still coming in. Next minute someone came from behind and sat next to me - it was none other than soldier boy. 'Mind if I join you?' he asked. 'No problem mate' I said, 'I'm on my own.' 'Cheers' he said and in the brief conversation that followed before the film started it appeared he had a train to catch later, had left his kit at the 'left luggage' office in the Station and had decided to spend the wait at the pictures. The first film was a 'short' - one of the documentary type called 'That's Life' or 'Look at Life' or something like that and lasting about twenty minutes, then the usual Pathe News and so to the main event - the Bond Film. Soldier boy had settled well down in his seat and passed the odd comment as the films were showing. He was quite a tall lad and as I settled down as well, our legs were rubbing against each other. As the Bond film got under way I became aware that soldier boy was slowly lifting and lowering his leg so that it rubbed up and down against mine then, eventually he moved his arm and put his hand on his knee and I could feel his knuckles rubbing on my knee. Thinking it might give him a bit more room I dropped my leg slightly so that he could spread his hand out on his knee then, before too long, I felt his fingers gently touching my knee again. I didn't move and soon felt him drop his own leg to the same level as mine and his fingers moving across onto my knee and very soon his whole hand was resting on my leg. After the morning session with Russ my cock was still on a bit of a high and this new piece of excitement had me hard in no time. Soldier boy made fairly quick progress up my leg and soon reached my crutch. Although this was a new experience I knew what he wanted and took hold of his hand and moved it onto my swollen cock which was lying up towards my chest. Straight away he searched for the zip and having found it expertly pulled it down. His hand went in, found the bare flesh of my cock and pulled it out and was gently squeezing and pulling on it. I was relieved that there was no one sitting too near.
After a time his hand gently withdrew and he was obviously opening his own fly buttons and easing his own cock out having raised his other leg up against the back of the seat in front so his actions didn't show to anyone opposite. The hand came back, found mine, and pulled it across onto his throbbing knob. As soon as it was there he let go my hand, reach back and put it round my cock and so we sat there for some time squeezing and stroking each others pricks. Soldier boy's cock had looked well above average when I'd seen him pissing earlier and now, with a hard on, it was a fine specimen. I was getting perilously close to shooting my load and put my hand to slow his action down a bit. 'You coming off?' he asked under his breath. 'Not far off' I whispered back.
We both hung it out, with gently play until the film was nearing its end and just before the finale we both instinctively put our pricks away, zipped up and watched the end. As the credits ran up the screen soldier boy murmured under his breath, 'give it a minute or two and see you out in the bogs!' and off he went. I was pretty well trembling with excitement: I wondered if I would ever get to the bogs without shooting my load inside my jeans.
I gave it a good three or four minutes before following . When I arrived soldier boy was stood on his own at the stand-ups with cock out as though pissing. ‘Thought you’d fucking chickened out mate’ he said, moving across to one of the four lock-ups and nodding for me to follow him in. Once inside his tunic was open and his khaki trousers down over his boots and his throbbing cock sticking out shouting for relief. I’d put my jacket on the hook behind the door and dropped my jeans and my own cock was inviting action as well. Soldier boys first move was to sit on the toilet seat and take my cock full in his mouth. I started to shag his lips and he loved it, encouraging me to go faster and faster, stopping only to whisper ‘let it go mate, I’ll take the lot’ and before long I did and he did!!
‘Fucking lovely mate’ he said as he came up off the seat. ‘Do us a favour and finish this off’ nodding down at his still throbbing piece of meat. He turned toward the toilet and I took hold of his cock, just managing to get my hand around it, and in less than a minute he was shooting his load into the basin. We got dressed and before he opened the lock he grabbed me in his arms and pulled me closely in with a strong hug. ‘Fucking brilliant mate’ wish I could get a bit more fun like that. I’ll see you outside.’ and with that he left. I waited a couple of minutes and left as well. He was waiting outside. ‘I’ve only got about half and hour now’ he said, ‘do you fancy a quick pint?’
I did and he suggested we went and had one in the Station Buffet so that's where we ended up after he had got his kit from the left luggage office. As his train was announced he said he had better have a quick piss and we went quickly into the station bogs which were fortunately empty. Just a quick feel, both cocks solid once more and a final hug and I waited whilst he joined the train, came back to the door to say cheerio and the train disappeared out of the station. Solider boy was never seen again but never forgotten as he introduced me to the thrill of cinema sex which was to be repeated many times in the months and years ahead.
It had been a busy day. Two lots of cock. I headed to the bus station for the return journey home and who should be waiting for the same bus but Bill, the Liverpudlian mate of Ron from the wood yard. ‘For fuck’s sake’ I said when I saw him ‘thought you’d left for good.’ ‘Only on a quick visit’ he said. The bus came in at that point and we boarded it and sat together towards the back.
Bill said he had a good job on Liverpool Docks and was just coming for a couple of days and staying with Ron who now rented a house near the wood yard. ‘Hope he doesn’t wear you out’ I said. ‘I suppose he’ll want a good fuck or two’ said Bill, ‘have you had any more sessions with him?’ I told him I hadn’t, but Ron was always trying. ‘I suppose your weapon’s grown a bit since I saw it’ said Bill and reaching over he had a feel. ‘Still hard as always’ he said with a grin. ‘Still hard’ I admitted. ‘What about yours’? and reaching across I found he was solid as well. ‘Not getting any exercise in Liverpool then? I asked him. ‘Fucking plenty mate’ he told me, ‘go into any of the bogs on the Docks and you can’t go wrong. Seamen, Drivers, Dockers, there’s plenty at it.’ ‘Lucky you’ I said, ‘you can go for months around here without anything.’ He filled me in with some of the things that had happened to him and by the time we go to our destination we were both in need of some relief. ‘Anywhere for a quickie?’ he asked. ‘Follow me’ I said ‘Cattle Market will be deserted at this time of night.‘ - and so it was. Bill wanted to fuck me but I hadn’t tried that yet and wasn’t too keen. ‘You want to fuck me?’ he asked ‘I’ve got a French Letter. He seemed keen and showed me how to put it on - which in itself seemed to make me even randier then, with Bill leaning across one of the cattle pens I moved up behind him, teased him a bit with my cock, until he reached behind, caught the shaft and put it firmly into his arse, at the same time pushing slowly back and forth to entice it in. I helped with some similar moves and slipped gently into him, then further and further and till I was fully up. ‘Go on lad’ said Bill in hushed tones, ‘give us a good screwing.’
He didn’t have to ask twice. Nature had taken over. I was gyrating in and out at increasing speed and from Bill’s arm action I could tell he was wanking olympic style. The feeling as I came inside him made me shudder from top to bottom. This was fucking great. Bring on some more. There was a gasp or two from Bill, then silence as he recovered from shooting a load half way across the pen.
‘Not a word to Ron’ I told him as we walked back from the Cattle Market. ‘He’s not getting any of that, but anytime you want a repeat you’re on.’ I liked Bill. No edges, just a straightforward working lad. ‘See how it goes’ he said, I expect I’ll be back sometime.
And so we parted. Bill went to a phone box and rang Ron who was coming to collect him and I set off on my bike, which I had left at the bus depot earlier in the day, for my short ride home.
Cycling home for some reason one of my Gran’s frequently used expressions came to mind. ‘Things always seem to happen in threes’ she used to say. Today had certainly been no exception - Russ as number one, Soldier boy as number two and finally Bill as number three.
Number four was a DIY job in bed later that night!!
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|Posted on Friday, November 06, 2020 - 11:08 pm: ||
Early days Part 10 of 15
The revived lease of life given to the Garage by the new Owner snowballed. In addition to local car owners, who for some time had had to drive some distance for service and repairs, farmers and haulage firms also came looking for help so much so that within a few months two extra mechanics joined the gang - Ken with experience of Agricultural Engineering and Russ with Goods Vehicle experience. Ken was a little older than me, as straight as they come (and still is) and for some unexplained reason we became real buddies and have remained so to this day. Russ, married and with a young son was thirtyish and a great character with a wicked sense of humour and a tendency to play a few practical jokes now and then. The days flew by: we were a happy crowd and from time to time even had a lads night out but strangely, after a while, I found I missed the great outdoors which life on the farm allowed.
Chris my farming mate now had a full-time girl friend - for all that a least twice a week, on the nights he wasn't seeing her he called round and suggested we went for a pint somewhere and that always ended up with some cock fun. Ben the Contractor was a rare sight. Jim the Highways driver passed from time to time and tooted if I was out at the pumps but life, sex-wise became almost non-existent. I was even spending some time with my ex who had split up from her new boyfriend - but more as ‘mates’ than anything - even though the family thought otherwise and I decided it was probably good for the image!!
The first signs of something new started, although I didn’t realise it at the time, when a Highways Foreman drove into the Garage one morning in a panic: the tar spraying lorry had broken down, there was a danger of the tar going cold before it could be laid, the Council mechanics were all occupied, could we help. With an eye to possible future business the Boss took Russ off the job he was doing and sent him down the road to investigate. He was back within the hour. Job done. A simple blocked fuel filter I seem to remember. That evening, after the workshop lads had left Jim the Highways driver called in. A pleasant surprise I thought, particularly when he asked if I fancied a pint later and said he’d pick me up in his car - which I thought was better than being on the back of his motorbike. So later that night we ended up at ‘The Hillside’ On the way I asked if he'd seen Ben the Contractor recently but he hadn't so, it was a bit of a surprise when we got to the pub to see Ben's work's van in the car park - but no sign of Ben when we went in, only a man in overalls with the Firm's logo on. Jim asked him if Ben still worked with the Company but Ben had left earlier in the year and was now working with a harvesting gang on the Canadian Prairies and, according to all reports loving every minute of it but expected back in a few weeks when the season ended. Something to look forward to perhaps.
When we had settled in our own corner Jim casually asked how Russ the new mechanic was getting on. 'Do you know him then?' I asked. 'Sure do' said Jim, 'he was the mechanic at the firm I worked for before I got my job with the Council. He came and sorted one of our lorries out earlier today.'
'Yes' I said 'Boss hopes it might do him a bit of good if a few Council jobs come in, and yes, Russ is a good lad: bit wicked at times with his jokes.' 'That's him' said Jim 'always up to a bit of harmless fun. I had a quick chat with him when he was sorting the tar wagon out: told him I knew you.' 'Right' I said 'he hasn't said anything or that he'd met you.' 'Probably waiting for the right moment' said Jim. I gave him a quizzical look suggesting I wasn't sure what that meant. Jim just winked and tapped his nose a couple of times. I was intrigued but Jim changed the subject and was saying no more. We got around to talking about what Ben might be up to and decided that, if nothing else, he was bound to be getting some action somewhere. From the pub we made a visit to the Fish & Chip shop and headed to the usual layby to eat them. Jim seemed in a very randy mood and it wasn't long before we were out of the car, through the hedge and on the grass in the field. It was the first time with just two of us and Jim's cock, being the size it was, I wasn't sure what to do. I'd done plenty of wanking but knew he liked being sucked as well so decided to give it a try. It wasn't that easy for a novice but he helped by gently wanking his knob between my lips. My farming mate Chris like to put his cock between my legs and I liked the feel of it so I thought I try that with Jim and rolled over onto my back and pulled him on top of me, guiding his cock between my legs and then squeezing them tight around his shaft. He immediately started thrusting in an out and before I knew it his lips were on mine and his tongue exploring inside my mouth. That felt good and I must have responded because in no time he shouted 'I fucking coming' and rolled quickly off and shot his load into the grass. 'That was new' he said 'I fucking enjoyed that. You come off? he asked. I hadn't. He just rolled over, took my cock between his lips and a few seconds later took my load down his throat.
Several days later, it was my day off, I dropped into the Garage for a quick chat with my mate Ken. Russ was on the phone to a Supplier ordering some urgent parts for a job he was on and they all seemed to be available and he arranged to go and collect them straight away. I was just leaving as he came out to his van. 'What you up to now then?' he asked. 'Not a lot' I said 'might just go for a ride on my bike.' Bike rides had had some unexpected results in the past and I was feeling like a bit of excitement. One of the laybys a few miles away on the main route north was particularly in my mind. 'Do you fancy a trip collecting these parts with me then?' he asked. I made an instant decision and said 'Yes' The Motor Factors Stores were a good twenty miles away so we were going to be away for a couple of hours or so. While we were talking Russ took his greasy overalls off and put them in the back of his van: underneath he was wearing an unusually tight pair of light blue jeans and perhaps, for the first time, although I hadn't really taken a lot of notice of his crutch in the past, there was definite signs of a cock lying down his left leg. That stirred my veins straight away. Although Russ had worked at the Garage for some time I hadn't really had any social chat with him and this was perhaps the first. We chatted about nothing in particular for most of the journey and after sometime, changing the subject, Russ asked 'What do you do with yourself at nights then?' I told him I had a sort of on/off girl friend, went out for a pint now and then with a mate or two, sometime just hung around in the village bus shelter with some other mates from the village. 'I was talking to one of the lads I used to work with the other night' he said 'he told me he knew you and sometimes had a pint or two with you.' I was quite sure he meant Jim because Jim had already told me about the conversation, but for all that I was a bit on my guard, particularly in view of the fact that Jim was a regular mate for cock fun. What did Russ know? Youthful nerves set in again: anyone who knows what you get up to like that has to be treated with care, even lied to. One of the last things you think of is that they might want a bit of the same - only, as you get older, do you recognise the signs which spell the difference between someone being nosey and someone wanting to share some cock fun. 'Do you mean Jim who drives for the Highways? I asked, as innocently as I could. 'That's the lad' confirmed Russ. 'How did you get to know him then.' I explained as nonchalantly as I could, that when I worked at the farm I used to help a Contractor called Ben and at the end of the harvest he took me out for the night and I’d met Jim then as he was a motor bike mate of Ben’s. ‘I know Ben’ said Russ ‘used to do a few repairs for his Firm at one time. Someone tells me he’s gone off to drive a combine harvester with a gang in Canada this year.’ ‘That’s seems to be so’ I confirmed ‘when I was at the Hillside the other night we met one of the lads from the place where he used to work and he told us.’
By now we had reached the Motor Stores and I sat in the van whilst Russ went in and collected the parts he had ordered. It was twenty minutes or so before he returned and loaded the items into the back of the van.
It was now well after midday. Russ suggested we found a fish and chip shop and got something to eat. Fish and chips I thought, - I’ve had some good times after sitting in laybys with Fish and Chips!! I readily agreed and so half and hour later we were sat in a quiet country layby eating fish and chips. Russ seemed to want to keep the conversation going about Ben and about Jim: both seemed to be keen bikers he said, and he told me they sometimes went away to rallies together at weekends.
I wasn’t sure where it was leading so I just took it in as information. When we’d finished eating Russ said he needed a piss so I decided it would be an opportunity to perhaps see what sort of a cock he’d got so I joined him. There were no other vehicles in the lay by and it was separated from the road with a thick hedge. We stood between the van and the hedge. Russ dropped his zip, pulled his cock out and started to piss: he put a thumb in each pocket and made no attempt to cover up his cock - and what a beauty it was. Man to man stuff I thought so I made no attempt to cover my own cock up but, human nature being what it was, the sight of Russ’s cock sent blood rushing into mine and in seconds it started to rise. Russ spotted the change, gave me a very matey smile and nodding towards my still swelling cock said ‘looks as though you’ve not been giving it enough exercise.’ I was a bit out of my depth and very unsure of what to say but Russ saved the day.
I’d been so intent in looking him in the face I hadn’t noticed that he too was also getting a real hard on and only saw it when he nodded down, laid it across his fist and said ‘it happens to us all at times mate!. From what I remember’ he went on, ‘your mate Jim was always getting a hard on, have you seen what a weapon he’s got.’ I admitted I had. ‘You seen it hard?’ asked Russ. ‘Yes’ I admitted, ‘a few times. He’s always playing about and wrestling and after a couple of pints he's often up for a quick flash or two.’ ‘...and then a wank I'll bet’ said Russ. ‘A couple of times’ I lied, when the truth was many more. ‘He’s not changed then’ said Russ ‘I’ve known him a year or two and between you and me we’ve had more than a few nights out together - say no more!!. I'll bet he's roped you in for one or two of his little tricks as well.'
By now Russ was stood right by me, leaning on the van, and was gently pumping away on his cock - and now solid it was more than a beauty - in fact probably a near rival for Jim and I said so.
‘I don’t think I’m quite up to his size’ he said ‘but for a growing lad I reckon you might be on his level before you’re much older.’ ‘Doubt it’ I said. ‘Keep pulling it mate’ said Russ ‘that’ll help it to grow, or get someone else to pull it for you.’ I looked at him, still pumping away at his cock but perhaps a little quicker now, but said nothing, just started to pull on my own. ‘Let’s give each other a hand’ said Russ, reaching across and taking over my own strokes. I hesitated. ‘Go on mate’ he said ‘have a play with this’ and temporarily letting go on my cock he pulled my hand onto his and then returned to tossing me off. We both came off fairly soon. Russ came one hell of a length into the verge and I followed suit. ‘Think you beat me there lad’ he said, referring to the distance we had shot I’d relaxed now. ‘You’re getting an old man’ I teased. ‘Me old’ he responded with a laugh ‘wait till you’re thirty and see how you get on.
We zipped up and got back in the van and finished off a bottle of lemonade we’d bought with the fish and chips. 'Makes a change from playing with spanners' said Russ, having a gently grope on my crutch 'have to see what we can do when you have another day off.' 'Whenever' I said 'and 'Mum's the word even to Jim.' 'No problem there' said Russ 'knowing that randy bastard he'll probably want to join in if he ever caught us together.' We both laughed and set off back to the world of work and even though we'd just both come off I was rapidly getting another hard on at the thought of Jim in one hand and Russ in the other! As we neared the Garage Russ reached over to grab my cock 'hope he's lying down quietly' he'd said as his arm moved across: when he came into contact with a still thumping great hard-on he laughed. 'You should have said earlier' he remarked, removing his hand, grabbing his own cock and showing it was solid as well. 'Too late now' he said 'have to save it for another time. I'll drop you off at home - don't want the lads to see you like that - or me for that matter.' ..and so ended an interesting morning but the day wasn't over yet!
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|Posted on Thursday, November 05, 2020 - 09:58 pm: ||
Early days Part 9 of 15
Farming is no easy life, even these days with improved machinery and facilities but in those days it was a hard life with very little pay so, when the chance arose, I gave it up for something else.
The village garage was owned by an elderly man who worked on his own, was run down and little more than a petrol station. When he decided to retire it was bought by a young man who immediately set about re-establishing it. Local people and Farmers who for some time had had to take vehicles many miles for servicing and repairs took advantage of this re-born establishment and in no time the Owner had more work than he could cope with. He employed two mechanics who had worked with him when he was an employee himself at another Garage. He was also looking for someone to operate the fuel pumps (no self-service in those days), look after a small shop, collect spares from Suppliers and a dozen other things and I got the job. It was regular hours, in the dry - and from time to time had its rewards!
Among those who called regularly for fuel was a gang who worked in a local wood yard. Their boss Ron seemed to be particularly matey. He used to hang around chatting in the shop when he paid for his diesel. He seemed to be interested to know what I got up to after work, did I have a girl friend and things like that. Sometime he had overalls on and seemed to be groping himself as he chatted: on days when he wasn't wearing overalls he usually had really tight pale blue jeans on and an unmistakeable bulging outline of his cock. I was often similarly dressed and often caught him glancing down at my crutch. I knew the shape of my cock could be seen in the same way as his.
One day, with the conversation going in its usual direction, and with me feeling a bit randier than usual, I began to get a hard on and put my hand in my pocket to cover the bulge up. He noticed the move and openly asked if was getting 'a stalk on' as he called it. I just said something like it hadn't had much exercise for a while and was standing up to complain. I'm sure to this day he was about to reach across and have a feel when a car pulled into the pumps and I used it as an excuse to get away. He continued to call on a regular basis and put on the usual chat line then, one day, something rather unexpected happened. The rural copper used to call in the Garage from time to time and contact his HQ on the Garage telephone for any messages. (No radios, or mobiles either in those days.) It was on such a day, with the PC in the Office that Ron arrived in his small truck for diesel. He stood by me as I filled his tank with very little conversation and paid me out on the forecourt not, it seemed wanting to coming inside, and drove straight off almost without a word.
At the time it just seemed odd and unusual - perhaps he was having a bad day. It was only a few weeks later that the puzzle was solved. I had been into the local town by bus, a journey which took nearly and hour and when I got on the bus for the return trip one of my mates, Harry, was already on and sitting on the back seat. We had had the odd wank together in the past but I hadn't seen him for quite a while because he was working away from home. We exchanged news and chatted on for some time and eventually he asked if I still enjoyed a good wank. I said I did and he said he wouldn't mind one right then and leaning back let me see he had a hard on ready for action. I reached over and played with it and he did the same with me. 'Can't do much on here' he said, 'fancy a quick one when we get to my place, there'll be no one at home, and you get the next bus from there?' So I got off with him and with an hour to spare, we nipped to his place and renewed our acquaintance a bit more. I asked him if he fancied a pint before I caught my bus on home to the village and he thought it was a good idea. Who should be in the bar of his local when we arrived, but Ron and two of his gang. Ron put his hand up and I waved back. As we sat with our pints Harry asked me how I knew Ron so I said he was a Customer at the Garage. 'You've not met him anywhere else then?' he asked. I said 'No, why do you ask?' Harry was to tell me that Ron was, as he put it, 'well known' to quite a few of the younger men in town and often chatted them up in the pubs and invited them back to his place afterwards. He had been chatted up himself and gone back two or three times and it always ended up in bed. Ron was into a lot, liked to fuck and be fucked and more but unfortunately Ron had misjudged a couple of lads and tried it on with them and got a bit of a beating which resulted in the police questioning other lads to see if he had tried anything on with them. He said the Police had asked him questions and he had said he had not had any problems himself but now, if Ron invited him back he always refused because he didn't know if he might be under observation. So the mystery of Ron was solved as was his reason for driving away the day the village policeman was at the Garage.
I remained intrigued by Ron. He still 'chatted me up' when he called at the Garage and I didn't let on that I knew a bit about his lifestyle. On his first visit after I saw him in the pub, he asked how I knew Harry and I said we had been school mates years back but hadn't seen each other for some time and just happened to meet on the bus coming home so had a pint to catch up on each other.
Nothing more was asked.
Ron's wood yard was about two miles from the Garage and from time to time he called for one of the mechanics to go out and do repairs and from time to time he would order parts which he could fit himself. It was on one such occasion, when he rang urgently for a part, that I had to take it out using the Garage van. I found Ron in his cabin with two young guys. They needed the part to repair their tractor before they could start work and were having a cup of tea. Ron offered me a cup which I accepted. He gave the part to the older of the two lads and told him to go and fit it.
I sat on the vacated stool and once again Ron was eyeing up my crutch. Turning to the other lad he said, nodding to me, 'this lad tells me he hasn't got a girl friend at present: with a cock like that hanging down his leg (nodding now at my crutch) I'd have thought he'd have had queue of girl friends.' 'Perhaps he's like me' said Ron's lad, 'finds it cheaper and safer to wank.' 'Something like that' I replied. No holding back from Ron 'how often do you wank then: this cunt here' he said, nodding at his workmate, 'slips off and has about half a fucking dozen a day.' 'Fuck off' said the lad, 'maybe twice and you usually follow and have one as well you cunt!' 'Ah well!' said Ron, 'how else do you think I managed to stretch mine a bit fucking longer than yours.' 'Fuck off again' said his mate, 'you've got to find another couple of inches to catch up with me.' 'Fuck off you as well' said Ron. 'Two fucking inches my ass: I'll match you any day.' 'Come on then' said the mate, standing up now and flicking out as thick solid piece of meat, here and now, in front of a witness, beat that.'
Ron was on heat!! he had his cock out in seconds. It was solid as well and they stood facing each other. 'Come on then' Ron said to me, 'who do you reckon is the champ?' I looked. They were both quite big boys, but Ron's mate had the edge in length and girth. 'Have a feel' Ron's mate invited so I took up the challenge and took one in each had. My own cock was now as solid as theirs. I said I thought Ron's mate had the edge. Ron's mate was ecstatic, ‘Fucking told you’ he said, teasing Ron. It was then that Ron obviously noticed the bulge down my leg: he pointed to it and turning to his mate said ‘ look, even the fucking judge has got a lob on’ to which we all laughed.
His mate looked down and took the tease even further, ‘reckon even the judge has a bigger cock than you’ he said to Ron. ‘You might be right’ said Ron having a closer look and turning to me said, ‘go on then, give us a flash.’ I obliged. Ron got his cock out again and stood by me: his mate looked down to study form and declared that without doubt Ron was second - again.
Ron’s mate upped the stakes. ‘No good’ he said ‘can’t work till I’ve got rid of this lob so might as well have a wank’ and he headed towards the toilets. ‘Anyone coming with me?’ he asked as he went. ‘Come on’ said Ron to me ‘might as well keep him company.’ and we ended up wanking ourselves and each other till we all eventually came off.
We had just tidied up when the phone rang. Ron answered it. I gave a wave and left the hut with Ron’s mate following. I liked Ron’s mate. I found out his name was Bill. He was small built and slim, probably around 22 years old with short fair hair and that nice cock which he obviously enjoyed playing with.
I was still a bit wary of Ron and decided I would probably treat him with caution but as things turned out, although I saw him regularly at the Garage, we did not meet up privately again although he did make the occasional suggestion which I just laughed off.
His mate Bill ‘disappeared’ Ron said he had gone back to work in Liverpool where he lived so that was the end of that so to speak for the time being, but not the end of everything.
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|Posted on Monday, November 02, 2020 - 10:58 pm: ||
Early days Part 8 of 15 A Cycle ride
As a farm labourer I used to go to the local Further Education College for Courses related to the job. Farm work then, like now, paid peanuts: I was nineteen, couldn't afford a car of motorbike and even the bus fare was quite a lot so I used to cycle the four or so miles from home to the College and back.
One particular day, sometime towards the end of June yet another thunderstorm had been threatening for most of the afternoon and as I set off towards home the lightning was increasingly vivid and the rolls of thunder followed almost immediately. I was half way home when the first drops of rain began to fall. I was approaching a crossroads and knew that at the junction there was a big layby just off the main road, and more important for me, a good brick built bus shelter. I got into the bus shelter just as the main storm hit. I propped my bike on the back wall and sat on the seat watching the storm gather pace - lightning, instant thunder, then hail stones the size of golf balls and in no time the ground was white over and it looked as though there had been a blizzard.
Suddenly there was a blinding flash of lightning followed by a deafening roar of thunder and across the road, about a hundred yards away the lightning struck a large tree which burst into fire. I didn't like thunderstorms and never had.
What traffic there was on the main road, and there was very little, was going at a crawl. Eventually a large lorry with a trailer laden with bricks crawled passed in the direction I had come from. The driver was peering out through a partly open window: almost instinctively I put my hand up and got a wave back. As the truck went slowly out of my view I heard a change of engine note and when I looked out through the front of the shelter I could see the truck was turning back into the big layby alongside the bus shelter and coming right up towards it.
I sat back on the seat and watched the storm. A few minutes later I heard the truck door open and shut again quickly and almost jumped out of my skin as someone dashed across the front of the shelter and dived in out of the rain to join me. It was the lorry driver. First impressions were very favourable. Without being too obvious I took in his stats - thirty or so, good neat build, five foot ten perhaps, big pair of boots, very tight pale blue jeans and a yellow oilskin jacket which he must have slipped on to dash through the rain. Pity about the jacket as it hid the part I would most like to have seen which was at eye level as he stood in front of me.
'Thank fuck for signs of life' he said, pulling some papers out of the pocket of his oilskins, 'any idea where this is?' and he handed me a waybill with a delivery address on it.
I looked at the details. I knew exactly where it was: he was only a couple of miles from it. I gave him the directions. As it was well after 6pm he said he wouldn't be able to drop the load till next morning and asked if there were any parking places near the site where he was going to deliver. I told him there wasn't anything really suitable but he would be OK where he was now and sometime lorries stopped there overnight and if he fancied a pint there was a pub about five minutes walk further on in the direction he was going and they did meals as well.
He thought that sounded good and said that's what he would do. 'How far have you go to go? he asked, having noted my bike propped up in the corner. 'A couple of miles' I told him 'I live in the village you have just come through, but I'm not going far until this storm dies down.' 'Can't blame you' he said, sitting down alongside me, and much more interestingly, opening his oilskins before he did, giving me quick sight of a very nice cock hanging down his left leg.
'It's a bit unusual to have a bus shelter miles from anywhere' he remarked. I explained that there were some villages up both roads off the crossroads and people had to walk down to the main road for a bus so it was needed, especially if the weather was like today's. 'I don't suppose it sees much other life though' he said, ' not like the bus shelters I remember as a lad. We had two in the village where I lived and they were regular meeting places for us youngsters - had my first fuck in a bus shelter and many a one after that!' 'It hasn't changed then' I told him 'the shelter in our village gets well used at night, and a few other places.' 'You'd better send some of it up here tonight then mate' he said with a grin 'I've been away from home for three days and just about wanked myself stupid: could do with something different. You got a girl friend? he asked.
'Nothing permanent' I told him. 'On what I earn I can hardly afford to pay my own way without forking out for somebody else.' He asked what my job was and I told I was a Farm Labourer. 'I know what you mean' he said 'that's where I started life.'
The storm was still carrying viciously on.
My companion seemed to want to keep talking around the subject of sex. ‘Do you get much chance for a shag around here then? he asked. ‘Not a lot’ I told him ‘It’s not that easy in a small village where everybody knows everybody: you only have to look at a lass and the story gets around that she’s pregnant and you’re the father - exaggerating a bit perhaps, but it’s a bit like living in a fish bowl. ‘What d’you do then if you feel a bit randy?’ he asked. I took up his own line and said ‘well, if there’s nothing else I do the same as you mate, and have a good fucking wank.’ ‘Had one today?’ he asked quick as the flashes of lightning that were still going on outside. ‘Not yet’ I lied ‘might do later.’
‘Fucking hell lad’ he said ‘I well ahead of you then, I’ve had one and well ready for another’ and as he said it he stood up, opened the oilskin jacket, pushed out his thighs and clenched his fist over his solid cock now lying down his left leg like a truncheon and proceeded to rub his hand up and down his prick to emphasise the point. Mine was as solid as his by now because I was enjoying being chatted up. ‘Fuck man!’ I said ‘you need a bastard machine to wank that off.’
‘Naw! he said ‘it’s not that fucking big, seven maybe eight inch job’ ‘Looks bigger to me’ I said. ’No’ he insisted, at the same time dropping the zip and pulling his weapon out for me to see.
‘Definitely looks more that seven or eight inches to me’ I said ‘and well above average for girth.’
‘What you got?’ he asked. ‘Not as much as that’ I said, standing up and letting him see my prick bulge in my jeans. He reached across and felt it. ‘Seems a good one to me’ he said ‘let’s have a look’. I obliged and he took it in his hand and felt around it and started to stroke it. ‘D’you fancy a wank? he asked, adding ‘I doubt if anybody will interrupt us in the weather.’ ‘OK’ I said ‘I’m up for it if you are.’ ‘Let’s wank each other off’ he said ‘bit more fun than doing your own - you can do that anytime.’ and he started to pump away at my straining knob and I took over on his.
It felt good. As we wanked he asked if it was my first time with another bloke. I told him I had a mate I wanked with sometime. He wanted to know the details. I told him same age as me, also worked on the Farm. He wanted to know about my mate’s cock, how big it was, how big a load he shot when he came off. I told him. With each bit of details I could feel his own cock getting more and more rigid. ‘You ever had your cock sucked?’ he asked. I told him I hadn’t. (A bit of a lie but some Guys like to think they're chatting up a virgin!!) ‘It’s a great feeling with the right pair of lips’ he told me, ‘you want to try it if you get the chance.’ I thought I’d push him a bit, ‘why, do you want to try it on me then?’ I asked.’ Fucking hell mate’ he said, ‘you’re a quick learner.’ ‘Looks like you might be a good teacher’ I said, pushing him a bit further.
Nothing more was said, he dropped to his knees, and still pulling gently on my cock, guided it in between his pursed lips. I started to push in and out slowly. He brought his other fist up behind me, cupped it onto my ass and started to push me harder into his mouth. In no time I was ready to explode. I’m sure he was aware of how close I was. Eventually I shouted out ‘Fucking hell mate, I’m coming.’ He kept his hand firmly on my ass and held me to make sure I couldn’t withdraw. My load when down his throat. A few seconds later he stood up and leaned against the shelter wall, put his arm around my waist and asked me to finish him off. Who was I to turn down a request like that. He shot across the shelter and up the far wall!!
We got ourselves buttoned up and sat back. The storm was passing on and the rain had nearly stopped. ‘Bloody hell mate’ he said ‘I’ve been waiting fucking weeks for something like that.’
‘I thought you lorry drivers would get plenty of chances’ I said. ‘There’s often a wank on offer, sometimes even a fuck’ he said ‘but it depends what you like: I like to do the chatting up and very often people treat lorry drivers as easy meat and think we’re all up for it. If someone comes up to me and assumes they’re going to get some cock they’re likely to get something else up their ass, like my size nine boot.’
I told him about a local man you drives around and was always chatting me up but that I pretended not to understand what he was talking about because he was well known to most of my mates and everyone knew what he was after. ‘Do you think he has every had any of your mates’ he asked. ‘Doubt it’ I said ‘but they probably wouldn’t admit it if they had’ ‘True’ he agreed.
What you doing later then? he asked. ‘Nothing planned’ I told him. ‘Do you fancy coming back up here then? he asked. ‘Could do’ I said. ‘How about your mate? he asked, d’you want to bring him as well? ‘I’ll give him a shout when I go past his place and see what he says’ I told him. ‘OK Mate’ he said ‘hope you can make it. If you’re here in time I’ll take you down to the pub and buy you a pint, and your mate if he comes as well.’ ‘Cheers’ I said. ‘Thanks anyway and thank fuck for the storm.’ He looked a bit lost at that. ‘Well, no storm and I wouldn’t have sheltered and no storm and you’d have had to wank yourself off again.’ ‘Ah!’ he said, the penny dropping, ‘see what you mean. Yes! thank fuck for the storm and thank fuck even more if it results in a bit of repeat action later on.’ I pedalled off rather reluctantly, giving a wave as I went and getting one back in return.
My mate was just getting home as I got to his house. He’d stayed on at the farm till the storm went over. I hadn’t told the lorry driver that me and my mate had done the odd threesome with one of the contractors who sometimes worked on the farm. I told my mate about the lorry driver and the invite to have a repeat. He was instantly zapped up. ‘Fucking hell, ready already’ he said, showing me the bulge in his jeans.
Later that evening we both cycled up to the layby where the lorry was parked up. There were two other lorries there by then and all three drivers were out talking. As we approached I told my mate which of the three I’d met earlier but we agreed not to let on in front of the others. The driver I’d met earlier spotted me but said nothing as we cycled through the layby past him. He’d had a change of clothes. Still wearing a pair of nice tight pale blue jeans but gone were the big boots and the oilskin which had been replaced by a pair of daps and a tight fitting tee shirt.
My mate and I stopped at the end of the layby as though we were getting our breathe back after cycling up from the village. I heard him say to the other drivers that he was going to have a walk to the pub down the road and see what the beer was like. He walked towards us and stopped briefly to say quietly, ‘see you in the pub lads’ and walked on down the road. We waited till he was out of sight and then cycled after him. We caught up with him just as he got to the pub.
‘Thanks lads’ he said tapping his nose, ‘no need for the other boys to know too much.’
Later, on the way back to his truck we went in through a field gate and into the dry of a barn. Our lorry driver friend had been displaying an urge long before we got there. Even when we stopped for a piss on the way he was waving his cock about and having a feel at ours.
In the barn he persuaded us to strip completely naked and as we did so did he. He took us both, one in each hand, I wanked him, my mate played with his bollocks. Then he was on his knees and trying to guide both our cocks into his mouth at the same time. They wouldn’t go but he took one at a time alternatively and finally, with both our knob ends on his lips, with a fist around each cock, wanking us as though for Britain, we both shot onto his face. ‘Stand back lads’ he muttered and looking down we both watched, as completely untouched, his cock shot a massive load of spunk half way across the barn.
He’d come prepared. Some toilet tissue in a pocket and he did a clean up. We left the field. My mate and me cycled on, went into the bus shelter and sat there quietly. The driver turned up shortly afterwards. The other lorries were curtained up and their drivers obviously in the land of nod. Where our driver had got his stamina I’ll never know but before we left him half and hour later we had all three wanked each other off again. ‘It’s alright for you youngsters’ he said ‘it takes the fucking strength out of me.’ ‘I’d never have guessed’ I said ‘if I was a betting man I’d put money on you coming off again before the night’s out.’ ‘Maybe’ he said ‘maybe. ‘I’ll tell you next time I see you.’ Unfortunately, like some of the best cock you have in life, it was only to be a one-off: I never saw him again.
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|Posted on Thursday, October 22, 2020 - 10:25 pm: ||
Early days Part 7 of 15 Still at leisure
Even though Mark hadn't turned up sitting in a busy pub near the bus station was interesting. I became involved in several conversations with people who had popped in for a quick pint on the way home from work. Around 6.30 I called home to say I expected to catch the next bus: Dad answered and before I could say much he said 'hang on a minute: I've got a mate of yours here.'
There was a pause then a new voice. 'Now then?' the voice asked 'and what mischief are you up to?' 'Fucking hell!' I replied 'what's brought you out of the woodwork?' It was Ben my Contractor mate.
'Just popped in to see how everybody was' he said, 'where are you?' I told him and quickly said why I was there. 'Hang in there' he said 'I'll come and join you: I was going to suggest a pint anyway.' 'Brilliant' I said. 'See you in an hour or so then' he responded and 'give you a lift back. I'll tell you folks what's happening.'
The bar which was getting a bit quieter, I bought another pint and sat at an empty table.
Fairly quickly two youngish men at the next table got into conversation. It turned out they were Deck Hands on a Freighter in the Docks and had just finished discharging a load of timber. The older of the two commented that it seemed a decent pub: the younger said he hadn't seen much talent yet and it seemed to be all blokes. The Older one laughed and said to his pal - 'all you think about is a bit of cock mate: since when have you been that choosy.' I presumed he was talking about Women but the thought disappeared instantly when the younger turned back to his mate and commented that 'a bit of fanny instead of having to make do with your ass would make a change.' to which they both laughed and the older one gave his mate a good natured thump in the back.
The older of the two turned to me now and still, taking the piss out of his pal, said 'watch him mate he's had a fucking hard on all day he'll screw anything that moves if he gets the chance.' 'I've got a mate like that' I said 'trouble is he never gets a chance to use it and ends up having half a dozen wanks a day.'
'I've had a couple today' said the younger one 'but made fuck all difference.' 'Plenty of time yet' I said ' three or four hours to closing time and something might turn up' 'Fucking hope so' said the younger one.
'So do I' said the older one 'I fancy some sleep tonight not your cock playing around my ass.' 'Suit yourself' said the younger one 'there's always Tommy the Mess Hand.'
I was enjoying the banter. 'Does your mate get like him? asked the older one referring to his mate.
'He gets a bit frisky and tries grabbing my cock' I said 'and usually ends up in a bit of wrestling.' 'Who wins?' asked the Younger one. 'He does' I replied 'cause he's older and stronger than me. 'I like a bit of wrestling' the younger one said, 'specially if there's something at the end of it.' 'Like a fuck?' his mate teased. 'A fuck, a blowjob, even a wank if there's nothing else' was the reply.
I was in need of a piss by now and excused myself. 'Keep and eye on my pint lads ' just going for a leak.
'I'll join you' said the young one getting up. 'Watch him' said his mate.
We headed to the toilets and stood next to each other pissing. 'So what do you do?' the young guy asked.
'Work on a farm' I told him and that became the topic of conversation. I eyed up his cock which he left hanging and made no attempt to cover so I let go of my own and noticed he gave it serious inspection.
'Let's wind the mate up.' he said as we left the toilets 'and hang about out here for five minutes.'
'OK' I said and followed him onto the pavement outside. We stood there chatting for a good five minutes and then headed back in. As we sat down the older guy was obviously dying to know what had kept us.
'That took a long time' he said. 'Ah' said the younger one, 'his ass (nodding at me) is a bit tighter than yours!' 'Thank fuck for that' said the older one 'might calm you down if you've had a jump'
'No, just winding you up mate' said the younger guy, 'I still loves you' and he put his arm round his mate and gave him a hug. We all laughed.
Two things happened almost at once. First Mark the Gardener appeared with a pint in his hand. 'Bloody Hell mate' I'd given you up' I said. Mark explained one of his mates had had an accident at work and he had been to the Hospital with him and seen him home. He'd called for a pint himself but thought I would have gone. He joined us and I explained the two lads were off one of the boats in the Docks and we'd just got chatting and told them who Mark was.
We'd just got settled when Ben also came in. I hadn't told Mark I was expecting Ben but then explained I'd rung home whilst waiting for him and Ben was there and had said he would come and join me for a pint and give me a lift home. 'See you in a minute' I said to the lads, and went off to greet Ben.
As I got him a pint I quickly explained who I was sat with and then we both returned and joined the lads at the table and I introduced Ben. The talk became mostly confined to our jobs and what we did: for the time being the teasing between the two Seamen stopped.. Sometime later the two Deck Hands said they were going to head off to have a look round the town but might be back and they went, shaking our hands on the way out and thanking us for our Company. Pity, I thought, thought something might develop with them - never mind!!
With them gone I explained to Ben that Mark was the mate I'd been expecting but hadn't turned up when we were talking on the phone and about the accident. I explained to Mark that Ben was a Contractor who came and worked on the Farm from time to time and we had a few drinks now and then.
'Is this the mate you told me about this afternoon?' Mark asked. I explained that was Chris who worked full time on the Farm and not Ben. I'm sure Ben was wondering what I had told him about Chris but I wasn't for filling in any details.
It was approaching 10pm when Mark said he had better be going as he hadn't been home from work and was hungry. Ben thought it was time to go as well as he had an early start but agreed he could do with something to eat as well so we left the 'Travellers' Rest' and headed to a nearby Chippie.
Who should be walking out as we arrived but the two Guys off the Boat. 'We meet again' said the younger one whose name turned out to be Tom - a lad from the North East. 'You taking that back on board?' asked Ben, nodding to the packages of fish and chips they were carrying. 'Unless you know of somewhere better' said Jack the Older Guy in his distinct Liverpudlian accent. 'There's the Park just across the way' said Mark, 'plenty of seats and shelters' 'We'll see you there' said Tom. We got our fish and chips, walked over to the Park and found the two lads sat in one of the shelters out of the wind which had sprung up.
Everyone sat eating and chatting and once finished the rubbish went in a nearby bin.
'What now?' asked Tom, 'bedtime I suppose.' and so the teasing started again, Jack telling Tom he wasn’t going nowhere near his bed. 'Go on' said Tom, 'you know you like it.' Ben had missed the earlier piss-taking and innocently, or perhaps with tongue in cheek asked what it was that Jack liked. No holding back from Tom, probably helped by the drink, as he smartly replied 'my prick teasing his tight little bum.'
'Not so little these days' responded Jack 'that weapon of yours has opened it up a bit.' 'Is he a big boy then?' enquired Ben. 'Big enough' replied Jack, 'show him' he said to Tom. Tom had his zip down in two seconds flat and pulled out a nice thick, long but as yet slack cock. 'See what you mean' said Ben 'bet that can do some mischief when it's solid.' 'Not half' said Jack, watch this and he sank to his knees and took Tom's knob end between his lips. It grew at speed and before long Jack was gagging. 'Fucking cock and a half that' said Ben and he reached across and put his hand round it. Tom wasn't spooked by a stranger playing with his cock and stood up and asked if anyone else wanted a feel. I went for it and let go asking Mark if he wanted a feel. He had a grope as well. Tom was getting more than horny now: 'come on then lads' he said 'let's see what you're all made off.' Ben had his cock out in a flash, I followed and so did Mark. Tom looked like the goose that had laid the golden egg as he had a play with each cock in turn then turned to Jack and said 'come on then mate' what's keeping you: get that tool of yours out, show the boys what you’ve got.' Jack obliged, everybody had a feel at his and he did the same back. It was a bit of a party after that hands and cocks everywhere. Tom seemed to be keen on me and we ended up in the corner of the shelter wanking each other and very quickly tongues down each other's throat. Ben was down in front of Jack and Mark with a cock in each hand and sucking each in turn. Ben also seemed keen on trying Jack's ass for size and moved round: Jack seemed to be ready for something new and as Ben worked his way in, he pulled Mark in front and started sucking on his cock. It was a fairly quick session: ten minutes and we had all come off, tidied ourselves up and walking back towards the Road where we stopped for a few minutes before Tom and Jack headed towards the Docks - Tom telling Jack he still expected a fuck before bedtime. Mark seemed sorry it was all over. When I saw him some weeks later he said it was one of the best nights he had had. Ben and myself set off home in his van, stopping of course on the way for the inevitable second round!!
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Early days Part 6 A day off work
Much of my leisure activities centred around athletics and cross-country running and I had represented my County is various events. I enjoyed swimming but the only opportunity was during the few hot summer weeks in the local rivers as there were no local swimming pools so, the announcement that a new swimming pool was nearing completion in a nearby town, although it was 25 miles away and an hour and a half by bus, was good news.
As soon as it opened I planned to visit it at the first possible opportunity and so, on my first Saturday off work I headed towards it. Saturday was a mistake but too late, the place was packed. I had to queue to get in and in doing so got into conversation with another lad who was probably a couple of years older than me. He had been before but on a weekday: he actually worked in the Park where the Baths were and called in at lunchtime when there was an hour for adults between the schools lessons - the best time he told me, as often there were only a dozen or so in. Once inside he showed me where everything was - changing rooms, toilets, showers etc. We joined several others in the changing room. My guide had told me his name was Mark. He changed somewhat quicker than me and I was surprised to see that he stripped off, being completely nude for a few seconds before slipping on his trunks.
On the riverbank which was my only experience, other than perhaps on the beach at the seaside, everyone shrouded themselves with a large towel, stripped off with the towel in place, slipped on their trunks and then removed the towel. No such modesty here and the sight of a cock or two, including Mark's, set mine twitching a bit.
The session was a bit hazardous: the Pool was too busy for comfort. Mark dived in to the first space he could find. I had never dived in anywhere and modestly waded in at the shallow end. Our paths crossed from time to time and eventually, as he went by he said he was leaving. I watched him depart to the changing rooms. Ten minutes or so later I decided I had had enough and also headed for the changing rooms going first to the shower room next to it to wash off the chlorine. There were only two people in the shower room, both with their back to me. One I recognised as Mark and the other an older man.
Both must have realised someone else had walked in as they both looked around. Mark spoke asking if I had had enough as well and at the same time hurriedly turning his shower off, taking his towel off the top of the shower arm and putting it in front of him but not before I had a two second view of a very large, solid rampant cock. I answered Mark's question saying it was too busy and too noisy so I was calling it a day and whilst looking straight at him I noticed out of the corner of my eye that the older man had now very much turned his back on us both and was, I felt sure, also trying to cover up something of an erection. As I entered the shower Mark left. The older man followed a couple of minutes later but, if he had been aroused earlier all was now calm. I stayed in the shower for a while and when I went back to the changing room Mark was just leaving. He waved and said he might see me again sometime. There was no sign of the older man.
It was over a month before I had a chance to make a second visit and this time mid-week.
I went in the half hope that Mark might be there. He wasn't. I had a decent time in an almost empty pool and vacated, when time was called around 1.30pm. I wasn't sure what to do during the afternoon. The Cinema was a thought - but it was a little early for that and as it was a hot, cloudless summers day (they occurred in those days!!) I wondered into the park where the Baths were situated. It was quite busy and I walked across to an area where there were some trees and shelter from the hot sun. I lay down, using my towel as a pillow and dozed off.
I don't know how long I was asleep. I remember coming to and hearing voices of what I took to be two elderly ladies. 'If I was thirty years younger Dear I'd have some of that' said one voice, then another voice said 'if I was thirty years younger Dear you wouldn't stand a chance I'd beat you to it' to which there were hoots of laughter followed by voices disappearing into the distance.
Opening my eyes I looked slowly left and right. To the right the two elderly ladies were still moving away but kept looking back. To the left I had been joined by a youngish workman who was lying a few feet away - stripped to the waist, wearing khaki shorts and a pair of heavy hob-nailed boots.
He saw me looking and with a grin said 'I think you made their day' I obviously looked a bit puzzled by his remark. The two old ladies he explained. In an instant I got the drift.
I was lying on my back, I was wearing very tight pale blue jeans and had got one massive hard on.
'Fucking hell' I said turning rapidly onto my stomach. 'Don't let it worry you mate' said my companion, 'if I had a quid for every time I've woken up with a stalk on I'd be well off.' 'Well, in bed, yes' I said, 'but fuck! out in the middle of a park is a bit different'. 'Only in bed? said my companion, 'you must be lucky, my bastard seems to be hard more than soft these days - on the bus, on my bike even sunbathing like you.'
I admitted I had something of the same problem. Changing the subject 'Workie', who had obviously seen my towel, asked if I'd been for a swim or was going for one later. I told him I'd been. With a bit of a grin he said 'you haven't recognised me have you'? I said I didn't recognise him and asked where we'd met before. 'In the baths a few Saturday's back' he said 'you were having your first visit.' 'You Mark?' I asked.
'That's me' he said. 'So you've got your own back then' I said with a laugh, 'last time I saw you you were trying to disguise a fucking great hard on in the showers, now you've caught me out.'
Mark went a bit red. 'Showers!' he said 'another place where I seem to get a fucking hard on.'
He moved a bit nearer. 'You still got a hard on?' he asked boldly as he lay down by me. 'Yea' I said, turning briefly on my side for him to see. 'and looks as if you're well on the way to joining me' I added, nodding towards the bulge in his shorts. 'It's been a bit lively all day today' he said 'think I'll have to get my hand around it before long.'
'Not so easy here' I said, 'too many about.' 'Not a problem for me' said Mark, 'I work here in the Park so can always nip into one of the sheds if it gets serious.' 'How often is that? I asked with a smile. 'Pretty often' he replied, 'like at least once a day and sometimes more.' I told him that was one of the advantages as I worked on a Farm: there were plenty of places to go and one of the lads I work with is always disappearing for a wank as well so no piss taking. 'Did you every wank together?' he asked. 'Sometimes' I said, not admitting that it was most days and sometimes more than once a day. 'Just wank?' asked Mark. 'Mostly' I told him, but he liked the feel of a cock between his legs so sometimes I obliged and sometime he put his between my legs and we shagged into each other.
'Fuck me' said Mark 'I wouldn't mind having a go at that.' 'Now?' I asked. 'Now' he replied, putting his hand into a pocket he pulling out a bunch of keys, 'follow me. 'We both stood up, hands in pockets to disguise the obvious bulges we were both sprouting and headed off to the Workmen's' Compound and let ourselves then headed for one of the sheds. 'No one else here today' said Mark, 'so no interruptions.'
Instantly Mark put down his shirt, dropped his shorts, slipped out of them and stood naked in front of me - except for his big pair of boots! The sight of his rampant cock almost made me shoot my load there and then. As I removed my shirt, Mark was already releasing my jeans and pulling them down: in no time they were off, my shoes were off, and we both stood naked. Mark moved up and slipped my prick between his legs and squeezed tight. I started to shag into him. 'I can see why your mate likes this' Mark said, 'it feels fucking lovely' 'don't know why I haven't tried it before!'. I put my hand between us, caught hold of his knob as it lifted up between us, and with each shagging movement pulled up an down on it with a slow-motion wank. I felt it stiffen and knew he had responded. 'Half time' I said with a grin, 'change ends' and I slipped out from between his thighs and pushed his cock in between mine. He followed my example and gripped my cock reaching up between us.
'I bet this is even better lying down isn't it!' said Mark after a while. I admitted I had tried it that way a few times. Where? he wanted to know. In the fields, in the barns in the straw and even in my mate's bed I told him. 'Fucking hell' he said 'I've obviously missed out.' 'Have you got a wanking mate? I asked him. 'One' he admitted, but it's usually a quickie in an allotment near where he lived on the way back from the pub, and a couple of times down here in the Park.
As with most first encounters we were both soon on the verge of shooting our load.
'Do you come between your mates legs?' asked Mark. 'Not usually' I told him, just once when we'd been swimming in the local river and could go back in the water for a rinse. 'I just wondered!' he said 'not so good if you've got to go back to work I suppose.' Without saying anything further we separated but kept hold of each others cocks, wanking one another till we both shot our loads across the floor, Mark's even smashing into the wall at the far end of the shed. 'Fucking hell' he said 'I enjoyed that.' 'Me too' I said. 'Pity I've got to get back to work' said Mark 'I reckon I could manage that again.' 'Me too' I admitted.
Reluctantly we dressed and headed out. Mark picking up the gear he needed to work on some of the flower beds in the Park. As he relocked the gate he asked if I was going to be about later: he finished about 6pm. I arranged to meet up with him just after 6pm in a local pub and have a drink with him on his way home - that could have been another story perhaps, but after a couple of hours of waiting he hadn't turned up…..but all was far from lost.
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|Posted on Sunday, October 18, 2020 - 11:51 pm: ||
Early days Part 5 of 15
First question from Chris when I arrived at work next morning was 'and where were you sowing your fucking oats last night then?' 'Not sowing any oats at all mate' I replied 'Ben took me up to 'The Hillside' for a pint for helping when he broke down the other day.' 'He's alright is Ben' said Chris 'and there's me thinking you'd slipped off with that girl of yours again.' 'No. History mate!' I told him. 'I'm a free agent again.' 'Fair enough' Chris replied. 'What did Ben have to tell you - he was an Army lad. Did he give you any tips?' 'Not really' I told him 'a guy pulled in on a motorbike and Ben knew him and they did most of the chatting.' 'So no excitement then?' said Chris. 'No excitement' I lied 'unless you count talking about work as excitement, Ben on about farming and Jim with the motorbike on about laying tarmac.’ ‘Did this Jim work for the Council?’ asked Chris with what seemed unusual interest. ‘Yes’ I told him. ‘Think I know who you mean’ he said ‘if it is the same man he’s a good lad as well.’
The conversation about the previous night ended and we set to with the milking. It was mid morning before we finished and Chris gave me a lift up to the harvesting gang. Just a nod from Ben as he went past and I joined one of the gangs loading bails onto a trailer.
The afternoon session ended abruptly when a thunderstorm, which had been threatening for an hour or so, finally broke. The mate loading with me jumped into the cab with the tractor driver: I dived under the trailer and had only been there a few seconds when Ben dived under as well and lay by the side of me. ‘Bastard weather’ he remarked, ‘was hoping to finish this field today.’ We lay there till the rain eased but there was no chance of any more work that day. The estate manager had driven up whilst the storm was on and gave me a my mate a lift back to Home Farm whilst the tractor driver came down on his own. Chris was into the afternoon milking session so I headed in to give him a hand. He dropped me off at home about 7pm in the landrover. He remarked on the way that we hadn’t had much chance for a wank and asked how about later? ‘I’m easy’ I told him ‘up to you!’ ‘Right’ he said, ‘I’ll pick you up about half eight - might take you up to ‘The Hillside’ myself for another pint.’ and that’s where we ended up.
‘The Hillside’ wasn’t anywhere near as busy as the night before and although the storm had passed everything outside was wet so we sat inside in one of the bars. We both knew some of the other drinkers and struck up with a few conversations. We’d been there a hour or so when Jim the biker came in. He bought a pint and sat at the bar: when he eventually saw me he raised his hand and I raised mine back.. Chris saw my wave. The biker I told you about who was here last night. I explained We carried on talking and eventually Chris said he needed to go for a piss and headed for the toilets. I sat with my pint and looked around to see who else had arrived: I noted that Jim the Biker had gone. It was two or three minutes before Chris came back with another pint and a bag of crisps each and we carried on talking.’ That Biker is the lad I know’ Chris said ‘see him up at ‘The Three Bells’ now and then when I go out on my bike.’ ‘He’s gone I think’ I said looking across to the bar, ‘no, he’s still there, he’d gone when I looked across a few minutes ago.’
‘He was out in the Bogs having a piss’ said Chris, and with a bit of a grin added quietly so that no one else would hear, ‘and by fuck he’s well hung if anybody is.’ ‘Bigger than you?’ I asked by way of a tease. ‘Bigger than me and you put to fucking-gether I should think’ said Chris. I said nothing.
Twenty minutes later who should walk in but Ben. He saw us and came over. ‘OK? he said to us both. ‘OK’ we both replied then turning to me Ben said ‘what’s this then two night’s drinking in a row, hope I haven’t started you off on some bad habits!’ ‘No’ I replied ‘Chris paying back a few favours for helping him out.’ ‘Can I get you a pint?’ Chris asked Ben ‘No, thanks anyway’ said Ben ‘but I’ll see you shortly, just seen a mate of mine at the bar so I’d better get him a pint.’
‘OK’ said Chris ‘if that Biker's your mate I know him by sight’ said Chris, ‘see him when I’m out on my bike sometimes so bring him over if you like.’ ‘Right’ said Ben ‘might see you shortly then.’ and he headed off towards Jim at the bar.
Ben didn’t come over but remained seated at the bar with Jim however when I went to the toilet for a piss Ben appeared alongside me. ‘Alright youth?’ he asked quietly. ‘Yes’ I said ‘and you?’
‘Not doing too bad’ he said ‘don’t think we’re going to get a repeat of last night though are we?’
‘Doubtful’ I said with a smile, ‘might have to leave it to you and Jim tonight.’ ‘Chris not into anything then?’ he asked. ‘Doubt it’ I said, not being willing to split on any of my mates.
We left the conversation there and headed back into the bar.
Eventually Chris and I finished our drinks and decided to call it a night. It was getting towards closing time anyway. As we headed out, passing Ben and Jim we paused to say ‘good night’
‘I think we’re off as well’ said Ben. Hope the weather’s a bit better tomorrow to get that field finished and ultimately both Jim and Ben followed us out onto the car park where we stopped to talk further. ‘My folks are on holiday this week’ Ben announced, ‘so I’m heading to ‘Pisces’ for fish and chips. Anyone else coming? ‘Pisces’ was a fish and chip shop in a nearby village - ten minute drive away, and had a good reputation. ‘That’s a sound idea’ said Chris, ‘you fancy some?’ he asked, turning to me. ‘Yes. Good plan.’ I said and so we all set off - Chris and me in the Landrover, Ben in his van and Jim on his motorbike. With our meals bought Ben suggested we drive just down the road to a big lay-by to eat them - by chance (or otherwise) the very lay-by we had called in the night before. The storm had cleared away and it was now a warm moonlight night so Chris, myself and Ben got out of our vehicles and Ben sat on his bike and we stood around eating. Ben finished eating and said he was in urgent need of a piss. ‘and me’ said Jim who got off his bike and moved with Ben towards the hedge. ‘I’ll join you’ said Chris who also moved over. I just followed, unzipped, and started to piss. So there we were, all four of us in a line, give the hedge bottom it’s second good watering of the day. It was Ben who broke the silence ‘for fuck’s sake mate’ he said turning towards Jim ‘you’d better pull a couple of yards of that cock in before it touches the ground!’ We all laughed. ‘No fucking joking’ said Ben ‘just look at this’ and he grabbed hold of Jim’s cock laying it across his hand to show it’s full length as he'd done the night before. Chris looked down, cupped his own cock in his hand, thrust his hips forward for us all to see and said ‘and I thought I was well off but I can’t fucking compete with that.’ ‘Nor me’ said Ben, flashing his cock for everyone to see. I had a feeling I knew what was coming next: I’d got a hard on already at the sight of these three. No way round it I suppose so when Ben turned to me and said, ‘come on then Youth, let’s see what you’ve got!’ I turned to face the three of them, thrust my solid cock in their direction and with a laugh said ‘as least I can get a fucking hard on which is more than you three old men have managed.’ I was grabbed, scragged, wrestled, call it what you like. They all three set about me, grabbing my cock, my bollocks, my ass, and for a few seconds it was mayhem with us all laughing and calling each other. Jim was the first to break away. ‘Now you fucking happy’ he said to us all and flashed his cock in our direction to show it absolutely solid and throbbing.
Chris laughed, reached across and took it in both hands. ‘It is fucking real’ he said ‘there’s me thinking you’d got a fucking balloon stuck in your flies’ ‘Here’ he said to me ‘just have a handful of this: I doubt if you’ll see much bigger.’ I reached over and took Jim’s cock in my hand. As I did someone took hold of mine and started to squeeze it gently. It was Ben ‘Your mate’s not short’ he said to Chris, ‘nor you by the looks of things’ and with his other hand he reached over and took hold of Chris’s cock which, like the rest of us, was now solid. I kept playing with Jim who in turn reached across and started to pump of Ben’s cock. Ben moved first, down onto his knees, still playing with my cock but taking Chris’s cock between his lips. I felt Jim’s cock shudder at the sight and soon Ben turned towards Jim whose cock I let go for Ben to get his lips around.
Chris put his arm round my shoulder and we wanked at each other as Ben sucked away at Jim.
‘Better not leave you out’ said Ben eventually, turning towards me, and down he came with his velvet lips going around my cock which was on the point of bursting. Jim I noticed was playing with Ben’s ass and gradually moving up on him. Soon he had is knob gently teasing Ben’s ass.
From Ben’s response with his lips I knew this has got him really revved up. Chris was watching with eyes alert, his cock solid, and wanking himself gently when Jim moved over and nodded for him to take his place. Chris was there straight away, his knob end teased Ben’s ass for a few seconds, Ben shuddered and his lips came off my cock and he turned to place Chris's cock firmly between his lips and give him, what Chris described afterwards, as one of the best blow-jobs he had ever had.
Jim and myself shot our load just watching and wanking, Chris had come off and when Ben stood up it was obvious he had shot his load as well.
It was a few minutes before we all had our breath back . Before parting Ben let slip that he’d tried to take Jim's tool before but couldn’t manage it but hadn’t given up and on the way home, as Chris and myself had another wank, and the night’s ale had perhaps loosened him up, Chris let slip that he’d had a session or two with Ben before and with Jim and, although he hadn’t actually let on to either of them that he also played around with me, he had suggested our night out with the off-chance of meeting up with one of both of them and had managed ‘full-house’ so to speak.
So the pattern was set and although nothing was ever formally arranged, a wank here and there when our paths crossed, usually after a night at the pub, became a regular feature of life.
My education hadn't finished. there were a few more lessons to be learnt I found out later.
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|Posted on Wednesday, October 14, 2020 - 09:58 pm: ||
Early days Part 4 of 15
Harvesting is a busy time. All hands to the pump so to speak. The Estate were using their own machines and had hired extra including Ben with his Combine Harvester. It was my bad luck to work with one of the Estate Gangs as harvesting began. Chris joined us part time as his main priority lay with the stock and the milking herd but a couple of times he found reason for me to leave the fields with him to 'speed up milking' as he put it so that we could get back to the harvest quicker. Ulterior motive and we didn't usually get back until the cows had been milked and both of us had some relief of our own. In the second week Ben was cutting a particularly large field together with one of the Estate's own machines and I ended up on that job loading bales and carting them away. Ben gave a friendly wave as we passed the first time but in business-like fashion and there were no signs of familiarity. Later that day Ben had a minor breakdown. Everyone was temporarily held up. Whilst we waited most of the men sat by their machines and had a smoke. I wondered across to Ben and watched whilst he carried out the repair which only took fifteen to twenty minutes. No one else followed and we chatted generally with Ben explaining what he was doing. On completion he packed his tools away and said he'd better have a piss before he started again. We were hidden from the others behind his combine. I said 'I'll join you': we had a piss together. No playing about but just a cheeky look on each of our faces as we eyed up each others cock. 'Reckon we should have a pint later on to wash all this dust down' Ben said as we were shaking the drops and zipping up. 'Should finish this field before dark. You go off with your lads and I'll hang about near your place till you get home and we'll nip up to "The Hillside" for a pint." 'Done' I said and as Ben climbed back on his Combine and restarted it I walked casually back to the Estate Gang who, hearing the machine got up ready for work. ‘Nothing serious then?’ asked one of the Men. ‘No’ I replied ‘a broken belt and he’d got a spare.’
It was around 8pm when the cut was finally finished and a good half to three quarters of an hour later before the baling and carrying was complete. I left sat on the back of one of the trailers and as we passed Ben, who was greasing and oiling his Combine ready for the next day I gave him a wave and got a thumbs up back. It was only a five minute bike ride from the Farm to Home and Ben pulled up outside just as I got there. I shot in, said I was off for a quick pint to wash down the dust, which came as no surprise to anyone as it was normal during harvest time, had a quick wash and five minutes later was getting into Ben's van. He'd taken his overalls off and despite the dust of the day he looked quite tidy in tee shirt and jeans. Even the big pair of boots he wore didn’t seem out of place.
'The Hillside' pub was about 15 minutes drive. As it's name suggests it was on the hillside in a touristy spot with a small stream running by and very popular. It was mid-week however and most of those there that night were farmers like ourselves out for a well earned pint. Ben knew some of them and passed the time of day. We both had a pint of shandy and took it outside where the air was a bit cooler. 'Is this one of your regular watering holes then?' I asked Ben. 'Not really' he said 'but its a decent spot, good pint and not too far from home.' At that point a motorbike came round the bend, into the car park and we watched in silence as the rider dismounted, took off his gloves and helmet, put them on the tank and headed our way. As he reached us he noticed Ben and gave him a wave. 'How's things then?' he asked Ben 'OK' Ben replied, 'just finished for the day and washing a bit of the dust down. This is Mick, one of the Estate lads' he added, introducing me.
'How you doing' said the Motorbike Guy, 'I'm Jim' 'Cheers' I responded, shaking hands with him - what hands too, more like a JCB Shovel 'You two want a drink?' he asked. We both said we were OK for now as we had only just got a pint in.
Jim left us and went to get his pint. While he was away Ben said Jim was a 'bit of a mate'. They met up now and then, not usually by arrangement but just happened to be in the same pub. Jim worked with the Highways on Surfacing. That explained hands like shovels I thought and also remembered the day I'd seen Ben in a layby talking to someone in a Highways Truck. So far all seemed quite innocent!!
Jim rejoined us with his pint and we sat talking about this and that for some time. With three glasses empty Ben picked them up and said he was off to get refills. Jim said he wanted a piss and would give him a hand to bring them back. The went inside together. The pub was busy by now as quite a few had arrived since us and it was several minutes before Ben and Jim reappeared with fresh pints. ‘Sorry about the wait’ said Ben, ‘bit busy in there now’ Everything still seemed quite innocent.
After we had finished the second pint Ben indicated that he wouldn’t have another as he had to drive me home and himself home and so somewhere around 10.30 pm we set off from the pub.
Jim was also going our way and followed us for two or three miles. As we approached a cross roads Ben said Jim turned off at that point and pulled into a small layby just short of the cross roads. Jim pulled in behind us. ‘Better say Goodnight’ said Ben, getting out of his van and I instinctively followed. We stood chatting for five or ten minutes when Ben said he needed a piss, turned slightly, pulled his cock out and started to piss. Jim said ‘I think I’ll join you’ and putting his bike on its rest he undid his flies and started to piss as well. ‘Hey Mick’ said Ben ‘ if you want to see a cock just look what this lucky bastard’s got hanging' and nodded for me to move across. ‘Piss off’ said Jim, ‘just fucking jealous’ By now I was level with them. They had both finished pissing and were just shaking the dregs off. Ben casually reached over and took Ben’s cock in his hand, cradling it to show me its full potential. Jim didn’t seem bothered about this ‘Go on mate’ said Ben to me ‘have a feel for yourself.’ I reached across. This was a cock of all cocks in my limited experience. I’d seen the cock of one of the village lads who it was claimed was a stud but this beat him rigid. As I held Jim’s cock I could feel it rising. I let go as I wasn’t sure how far to go with this. I looked back at Ben, his cock was still out and solid. Jim noticed it as well and grabbed it. ‘You’ve no room to talk about size mate, many would be happy with what you’ve got.’ ‘Happier with what you’ve fucking got though’ said Ben to Jim reaching across and taking a firm hold of Jim’s prick once more, which was now rising rapidly and seconds later was obviously fully hard. ‘Feel the bastard now’ said Ben to me, nudging my arm in the direction of Jim’s cock. I couldn’t get my hand around it, it was so thick and lying on my hand it seemed to come half way up to my elbow. ‘Fucking hell’ was all I seem to remember saying. Ben was now bringing me even further into things. Looking a Jim he nodded at me and said ‘he’s not short himself for a young’un’ ‘Come on then’ said Jim, ‘let’s have a see.’
I dropped my zip and flopped my own piece of meat out. Jim reached over and took it in his fist. ‘Not bad’ he said, ‘not bad for a growing lad: if it grows as mine did you might be serious competition by the time you reach my age.’ ‘That’s what I tell him’ said Ben ‘ and he can shoot better than many blokes already!’ ‘We going to have a wank then, or what?’ asked Jim. ‘reckon it’ll finish the night off.’ Jim’s cock was still in my hand. ‘Go on then lad’ he invited ‘ give it a jerk.’ ‘And me’ added Ben, catching my other hand and putting it firmly on his cock. Yet another first - a cock in each hand and one something of a monster as well. After a while Ben dropped down on his knees in front of us both and took Jim’s cock and mine one in each hand. I had an idea what was coming next and wasn’t wrong. First he put his lips around my cock and kept wanking Jim, then he changed over. How he got Jim’s cock in his throat I’ll never know but he told me later he had had a few years practice with it. Then he was tonguing both our knob ends and trying to get both cocks in his mouth at once but couldn’t. Jim took a turn next. Down on his knees on Ben first and me second. Things were getting worked up. ‘You want a go?’ Jim asked as he came up. I had a go. I had tried it with Ben before by the river and made a bit better a job of it this time. Jim’s was some task and I was soon choking and came up. ‘No problem’ said Jim ‘It happens all the time: takes a bit of practice.’
Ben had been watching as I tried to have a suck on Jim’s monster model and it seemed to have turned him fully on for next thing he was down on us both again, just wanking us with a cock in each hand.
‘I’m fucking coming’ shouted Jim. Ben dived his lips around Jim’s knob and took the full load down his throat. ‘You next’ he said to me as he licked the remains of Jim’s spunk off Jims knob, caught hold of my cock, and thrust it deep into his mouth. Jim stood behind me, put his shovel like hands on the cheeks of my ass and pushed me in and out of Bens lips. I didn’t need much encouraging. I remembered the earlier session with Ben down by the river: it had felt good then, it felt like velvet now and I hammered away faster and faster and in a short time was sending a second load down Ben’s throat. ‘Now that’s what I call a good fucking night out’ said Ben as he came up off his knees. ‘Long time since I had a threesome or two loads at the same time’
‘Half an hour and you’ll be ready to do it all again’ said Jim, giving Ben a thump on his arm, ‘you’ve got more stamina than the rest of us put together.’ ‘Stamina maybe’ said Ben, thumping Jim back ‘but not everyday I get a chance to work it out on that cock of yours is it?’
We eventually said Goodnight to Jim and set off for home. Just before we reached my place Ben pulled off the road into a field gateway which was open. ‘Better have another piss before the night’s over’ he said. I knew what he meant. I’d still got a hard on from the previous session and realised that although Jim and myself had come off Ben hadn’t. When I got round to the back of the van Ben was leaning on the door, his cock out and solid and he was stroking it rapidly.
I joined him. He stopped wanking, undid his belt and flies and dropped his jeans to his knees. ‘Let’s feel that cock of yours round my bollocks’ he said. I moved forward and pushed my cock between his legs. He squeezed tight. Automatically I started fuck motions. He put his arms round me and pulled me in. ‘That feels fucking beautiful’ he said. ‘Bet Jim’s would feel even fucking better’ I teased him ‘Yet to find out’ said Ben. ‘You’re joking’ I teased again. ‘No. Serious’ he said ‘Jim just likes a wank and a suck off. Keep going’ he continued, and I did. He was pulling me in closely by now. I looked into his face and he was almost in a trance. He moved forwards flicking his tongue a little, then next minute it was in my mouth, his lips pressing then sucking on mine. My tongue reacted almost instinctively and went out to meet his. Another first. ‘Keep shagging’ begged Ben, as our tongues continued to explore each others mouth and throat. ‘I’m nearly coming’ I spluttered. ‘Never mind’ he spluttered back, ‘keep going, shoot your load between my legs.’ Very soon I did. As I reached the climax Ben had taken hold of his own cock and was wanking himself off. As I withdrew from between his legs he turned sideway and shot a massive load across the grass into the hedge. He turned back briefly for another deep throat embrace then we moved apart.
‘Fucking hell’ said Ben ‘I enjoyed that. How about you?’ ‘No complaints’ I said ‘have to see if I can get Jim’s cock between your legs next time!’ ‘If only’ he said ‘but I’ll keep trying... and by the way, in case it crossed you mind, tonight wasn’t a set up. I knew Jim went to ‘the Hillside’ for a pint some nights but hadn’t arranged anything but I did tell him when we were getting the beer that you were OK for a wank if the chance arose. ‘Which of course it did’ he added, with a sly wink which explained it all!
He dropped me off near home. Everyone else had gone to bed. There was a note - Chris had called, would I go and help with milking first thing tomorrow. I ate the supper which had been left out for me and crept quietly up to bed. It took another wank before I could settle down from the nights events. Summer was still here. There was still harvesting to be done and who knows what tomorrow might bring - or even ‘today’ for that matter as it was now nearly 1.00am.
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|Posted on Friday, October 09, 2020 - 11:16 am: ||
Early days Part 3 of 15
The summer proved unusually hot - for a change. A mile or so from home was a small river which had a weir in it and behind the weir was a decent length of still deep water which was an ideal bathing spot. The river bank was lined with a series of bushes which provided good cover for changing. I was heading towards it on my bike one Saturday afternoon complete with trunks and towel when a van overtook me, tooting as it did, and pulled up a few yards ahead. I rode up to the driver's door and there, grinning like a Cheshire cat, was Ben. 'Long time no see' he said 'where you off to in such a hurry.' I told him. 'Do you get many down there?' he asked. I told him it varied but usually half a dozen or so local lads went for a dip when the weather was like it was.
'Right' he said 'just off to look at a job so can't stop, but might just see you later.' 'OK mate' I said and off he went.
The weir wasn't that busy. There were three or four there splashing about. I knew them all and joined in the fun. After a couple of hours they started to pack up to leave: as they walked off across the field Ben pulled into the layby near the field gate and came across. 'What you done then?' he said with a cheeky grin 'scared everybody off?' 'No' I told him 'they're off home for tea.'
'What's the water like? he asked. 'Bit cold' I told him 'but known it worse. You going in? I asked.
'I ain't got any trunks' he said. 'Go in your underpants then' I suggested. 'Fancy it stripped right off really' he said 'anyone likely to turn up at this time of day? 'It's doubtful' I told him, 'but if they do you can see them coming well before they get here.' 'You going to join me? he asked. 'Yes' I said 'I'm ready for another dip.' 'In the nude I meant' he said. I was taken aback for a minute as swimming in the nude hadn't crossed my mind. 'Go on then' I said 'why not?'.. and so we ended up swimming up and down as naked as you can get. Ben started to get a bit playful, splashing around, trying to push me under and grabbing at my cock. He was a strong lad and fit and eventually got me pinned up against the wall of the weir. He reached round and got my cock in his hand. 'I thought you'd got a fucking hard on' he said 'So have you you cunt' I teased, 'I can feel it rubbing against my ass.' With that I was aware of him taking hold of his cock and neatly and quickly pushing it between my legs. 'Squeeze your thighs around that then' he said starting to gyrate in and out. I remember trying to gain some initiative and get free and we both ended up splashing about and chasing each other up the river and back. It was half an hour or so before the chill of the water set in and we climbed out onto the river bank. Ben shared my towel and after drying off we lay there in the last of the sun, still both bollock naked. Ben was still in a horny playful mood: I was beginning to doze off when he suddenly rolled across and started grabbing at my cock again and we ended up in some fast and furious wrestling with Ben, as before, winning the battle and ending up astride me, pinning me to the ground with his knees on my arms and his cock, now swollen to its full extent, just a couple of inches from my face. 'Give us a wank' he said, releasing his grip and letting me get my arm free and my hand around his knob. He rolled over, took hold of my cock, twisted himself so that his eyes were just a few inches from my cock and almost transfixed proceeded to wank me with every increasing strokes. Although I was wanking him I was transfixed by the look on his face as he wanked me then, suddenly he leant further forward, put his lips around my cock and started wanking me into his mouth. The feeling was fantastic. After a while he took his fist off my cock and pushed his lips further around it; almost automatically I started to pump into him and the feeling was even better; without a word being said, he changed position so that we were lying head to tail, and he went back to wanking and sucking on my cock but with his own solid piece of meat now just dangling in front of my face. The nod he gave was an invite to try his party trick out for myself. Yet another first: I took hold of his shaft, and brought my lips towards it, then put them just around his knob whilst still wanking him, then eventually took my hand away altogether and went down deeper onto him. I could tell from his response on my own cock that he was now well worked up. My own thoughts were what to do next. I was nearly coming off. Did he want me to come in his mouth? Did he want to come in mine? He answered both questions for me in no time, as I showed I was about to shoot my load, he put one arm around my head to keep my cock in place encouraging me to thrust quicker and quicker into his throat, then pulled back and used his other hand to wank himself. We both came off within seconds of each other, turned over and lying side by side getting our breath back. 'First blowjob?' he asked as we recovered.
'First blowjob!' I replied 'obviously not yours!' He just winked. 'Not the first and not the fucking last I hope' he said, 'thought it might be yours though, that's why I slipped out before shooting my load. Bit of an acquired taste to swallow a load of spunk, and mate, that was some fucking load I shot, and you for that matter - but not surprised - haven't seen much action lately.
I had to know a bit more. 'So, how did you get into this sort of thing then?' He'd had his first real experience in his Army days he said. He used to do a lot of hitch-hiking and had a few sessions with lorry drivers who had picked him up. He used to thumb a regular route from the Camp to home and back at weekends and met up with some regulars. One driver used to bring a mate with him and they had some good sessions..
'So what do you do these days then?' I asked him. 'You know what it's like round here' he said 'you only have to scratch your ass and everybody knows about it. I go a bit further afield if I want a night out. He told me where. He said he'd also got a mate who lived locally who liked to play around now and then - usually walking home from the village pub at night but he didn't enlarge on that or say who. By this time it was getting cool. We were still alone and started to dress ready to head away. With all the talk about cock I was still in a semi state. Ben noticed it and gave it a tug.
'One for the road?' he said. 'Go on' I said 'whilst we have the chance: if it's as long before I see you again as it has been this time I might be an old man!' We enjoyed what was mainly a wank but did give each other a short gobble on the way. Ben popped my bike in the back of his van and gave me a lift home. He seemed reluctant to go after we had lifted my bike out of his van and we stood chatting for several minutes. 'See you soon perhaps' he said as he eventually moved off 'think I'm up your place in a couple of week to do a bit of combining.' 'Cheers' I said 'see you then if not before.'.. and he was gone.
Later that night I went on a walkabout and had a wank lying in a field thinking about the afternoon with Ben. I had another in bed. The joys of youth!!
I didn't see Ben to talk to during the next couple of weeks but did see him once when I was out around the farm in the Landrover with Chris: His tractor was parked in a layby and he was stood down the hedge side of a Highways Truck talking to the driver. I could just see both of their heads above the side of the truck. Ben did however arrive as expected to help with the harvesting and was with us for some days. Wanking with Chris was still a regular event, now it looked as though some careful planning was needed to keep things going with him and to take advantage of any quickies with Ben when we were often all three working in the same field.
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|Posted on Thursday, October 08, 2020 - 10:02 pm: ||
Early days Part 2 of 15
Spring was a busy time on the farm. With the crop sowing over I went to work with Hayden the Stockman. The weather was, as usual cold and wet and more often than not we were out in the lambing pens at all hours of the day and night. It was in the middle of one such wet night whilst sat together on a bale of straw in one of the barns having a hot drink that Hayden gave me a bit of a fright.
Out of the blue he asked 'How'd you get on with that Contractor chap you were working with?'
The wank with Ben came to mind in a micro-second. Did Hayden know about it? Had he seen us?
At least it was dark so I doubt if the red face and the guilt would showed up. 'You mean Ben?' I asked stalling for a bit of time. 'Ah' said Hayden. 'Seemed OK' I replied trying to keep a calm voice, 'didn't have a lot to say, mostly Army stuff because I said I was waiting to do my National Service.' 'No talk about Girl friends or anything?' enquired Hayden. 'Not really' I told him 'just said they often hung about Army Camps and some were OK but most were prostitutes so be careful.'
'Everyone thought he'd joined up as a regular' Hayden told me adding, 'some of his mates were questioned when the village shopkeeper was arrested for indecency with young lads: he hasn't mixed much with them since so whether he was involved or not I don't know: spends his time up in town these days according to his Dad'
I remembered the incident with the Shopkeeper as it was the talk of the area for weeks. One of the disadvantages of a Rural Community is everyone knowing everyone else. The anonmity of living in a town where you often don't know your neighbours can have its advantages!!
Perhaps my guilt was unfounded. Why had Hayden mentioned it? Was he fishing for scandal? Had he been about somewhere and seen me wanking Ben off? Fortunately he changed the subject almost immediately; never-the-less the incident did bring back to me the risks attached to even a quick wank with a mate if ever it was to become public knowledge.
Not long after the ‘scare’ with Hayden a lad called Chris came back from his National Service and returned to work on the Farm. I knew him because he lived near me and had seen him when had had been home on leave from time to time. He also knew I was waiting to be called up and had given me his views on Army life. I was in the process of cleaning out three chicken pens and had gone to the barn to collect a bale of straw to make new litter when I ran into Chris who was also there to collect some straw to provide new litter in one of the cattle pens. He was clearly under a bit of pressure. He was on his own because the other lad who helped him was on holiday. ‘Tell you what’ I said ‘I’ve just about finished with the hens, I’ll see the Foreman and if it’s OK I’ll come and give you a hand.’ 'Cheers Mate' he said 'it would help a bit.' I didn’t know at that point what sort of a hand it was going to be but when the time came it was worth the surprise.’
I found Chris later just as he was finishing off in the cow sheds. ‘Right’ he said ‘grab your lunch bag, the next job is out around the barns.’ We climbed into a Landrover and set off ending up some time later way out on the hills at the edge of the estate. We parked alongside one of the barns used to store winter feed. Chris said it was time for something to eat. We lay on the grass eating our sandwiches and having a drink from the flasks we both had. ‘At long fucking last’ he said, stretching out, ‘a few fucking minutes to sit down: times like this I wish I was back in the fucking Army - at least you had a few NAAFI breaks and time for a fucking wank which is more than you get on this bastard job.’ ‘Thank fuck for hearing that’ I said ‘Army or no Army, can’t do without a wank now and then, though I thought it might not be too easy in the barracks with everyone listening out for squeaky bed springs!’ ‘Been doing your homework is seems’ he said ‘believe me mate, if one of the lads wants a wank in bed he has one and ignores the piss taking. I fucking wanked wherever I could, in bed, in the bogs, in the Cinema, around the Camp on Guard duty you name it I’ve probably wanked on it.’
I was intrigued. ‘How’d you manage it on Guard duty then when there’s usually two of you?’
‘No problem, my mate would keep a look out, or often as not had one as well.’ The thoughts of two soldiers stood wanking together in a dark corner of an Army Camp gave me an almost instant hard-on. I was more than glad I was lying on my stomach so it didn’t show. Chris on the other hand was sat up leaning back on the barn wall and it was obvious that his cock was far from slack.
‘How often do you wank then? he asked. ‘A couple of times a day’ I said ‘sometimes more.’ ‘Where? he asked ‘in bed our what?’ ‘Usually’ I said ‘but have had a few in the barns or out round the fields if I’ve been on my own.’ ‘Fuck being on your own’ he said ‘if you want a fucking wank have one: I often do’ and with that he opened the flies on his overalls, slipped out his cock and started to gently pull on it. ‘You going to join in then mate?’ he asked and seemed keen on the idea.. The incident with Ben and the scare with Hayden flashed across my mind: this was almost like action-replay and I was a bit unsure and held back a bit. ‘Go on’ said Chris, ‘there’s no fucker about and I ain’t going to tell on you.’ I rolled over and sat up, my solid cock being evident in my tight jeans as I did. ‘See’ said Chris ‘spotting the bulge ‘half-way there already’ and without any hesitation he leaned across, pulled my jip down, put his hand inside my jeans and yanked my cock out and starting to jerk gently away at it. 'Nice cock for a growing lad, about the same as mine was at your age' he said 'and look at it now.' He let go of my tool to take hold of his own once more and stretched up to show me it's full length which was a very impressive and which he seemed very proud of. 'I'll be happy if I end up with a tool like that' I told him and now joined in by starting to wank myself off at the same time as him. 'A good wank on your own is one thing' he said, 'but you can't beat wanking off with a mate.' 'Not tried it before' I lied, remembering Ben. 'Did you do this with any army mates then?' I asked. 'Fucking dozens' he said, 'but you have to be careful as it's officially an offence, but where there's a will there's a fucking way!'
'Where'd you go then?' I asked. 'Some of the lads had their own rooms so it was fairly easy' he said 'and sometimes, like on Guard Duty out round the Camp: very often off camp like when you went down to the pubs and called in the Park on the way back: used to get quite a few Civvies looking for Army Guys for some cock fun.'
This was all new to me so I asked him what happened. He said different things; some lads just liked wanking, others would suck each other and some like to be fucked or to fuck someone else.
What did he do? I remember asking and he said in the main he just liked to wank but liked the feel of somebody's solid cock between his legs and the feel of them shagging into him. I didn't really know what he meant so asked him what he meant. 'Lye back' he said 'and open your legs.' I did.
Chris rolled over and kneeled over me then came slowly down on me pushing his cock between my legs as he came. When he was laid fully across the top of me he asked me to close my legs tight around his cock. I did and he started to shag up and down pushing his cock in and out between my legs. It felt good - very good. 'How's it feel? he asked. 'Nice' I told him. 'Try coming in on me then' he said, and he rolled off onto his back and opened his legs. I rolled over onto him and slipped my cock between his legs. As soon as I was flat across him he closed his legs tight and I began to shag. 'Fucking hell mate' he said ' that's fucking great. 'First session I've managed since being demobbed.' I kept going for some time and was nearing the point of shooting my load.
'I'm nearly coming off' I told him. 'Me too' he said, better give it a hand job before it's too late.'
I rolled off and was expecting to wank myself off while Chris took care of his cock but instead he knelt up in front of me and took my cock in his fist. 'You look after me mate' he said 'I'll give you a hand.' After a few seconds we just managed to dodge apart quick enough to stop shooting all over each other. 'Fucking hell' said Chris, lying back on the grass, 'I was fucking ready for that.' 'Fucking alright that was mate' I said, 'hope the next is as good.' 'Don't be fucking greedy now' he said with a laugh but neither of our cocks showed any signs of wilting and before we went back to work we had both laid back and wanked ourselves off once more and there began something which was to become almost a daily event.
Harvest time was approaching by now and Ben was to return to help. The big question on my mind was how to juggle a wank with Chris and one with Ben if he was up for it, without each other finding out. It proved easier than I though when the time came despite a somewhat unexpected twist in events.
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|Posted on Tuesday, October 06, 2020 - 11:12 pm: ||
Early days. Part 1 of 15 parts.
How useful it is a times, when browsing on a PC, to use the back button and retrace a page you thought you had lost. How useful it would be if we could press some sort of back button, Dr. Who style, and travel back to the exciting things that had happened in life and experience them again.
Not yet unfortunately but we can backtrack on our memories so here goes ............
The days of formal education are over and I have to find some meaningful employment whilst waiting to be called up to do National Service which was compulsory at the age of 18 although, as was my case, could be deferred for certain reasons, and I was expecting to be called up when I was around 21.
I lived in the Country, miles from the nearest large town. The only openings were in farming. Everyone in my family worked on the land. It was a natural move so, at the age of 17 I got my first paid job as a Labourer on one of the local estates - replacing an older lad who had been called up to do his National Service.
I knew what the job entailed - long hours, outside in all weathers, very low pay, all were the order of the day - which perhaps explains why not so many take to farming these days!!
Most matters sexual were natural events - the process of mating, giving birth and rearing were everyday items and part of farming life. Personal issues were however a bit more complex. I almost defy anyone to deny that during their late teens they didn't go through a phase of having what we called 'a crush' on someone of the same sex as well as someone of the opposite sex. I was obsessed by two girls at the same time and in true male style played around with both - who fortunately lived some distance apart and in opposite directions from home. In rural areas however everyone knew everyone else for miles around - a central school, local markets and annual agricultural shows ensured that, and so it wasn't long before my activities became known and before I was being pressed into choosing one girl against the other. Fate however stepped in and the decision became harder in some ways and easier in others - I opted for neither of them and got excitement elsewhere.
The Estate had limited equipment, sufficient at normal times, but at busy times they would hire Contractors' to supplement their needs and so it was, early one Spring, that I was sent to work out with one such Contractor preparing several fields and sowing seed for the summer crops. The Contractor's name was Ben - he was actually an employee of the Contractor. He was in his middle to late twenties, still single, had done his National Service, had a real friendly nature, played football for his village team in the winter and cricket in the summer and, what I will call his 'worldly experience' made him good company. Like him I was into sports, although cross-country running was my forte and I had represented my County for three years -- if only I was that fit now!!!.
We were both athletic guys with shapely bodies and got on like the proverbial house-on-fire and so the days passed quickly.
Talk of girl-friends came up from time to time, the usual teasing and questioning but my impression that his relationship with his girl, was a bit like my relationship with mine and wasn't all that serious - more for show than anything.
It was into the second week of working together that we were sat on the grass near one of the trailers having the usual "ploughman's lunch" that the teasing go quite hearty.
Like all guys of that age I used to get a hard on for no real reason - riding my bike, travelling on the bus, even just sat doing very little and this particular day was no exception - in fact I had had a hard on most of the morning and whereas, when I was working on my own there was always the opportunity to find a secluded corner and have a wank that hadn't been possible out in open fields and working with Ben.
Ben seemed to have noticed my condition - although I had been doing my best to cover things up, - and as the teasing about our respective girl friends carried on he suddenly pointed between my legs and increased the tease by saying 'you've got a hard on you randy cunt.' Obviously, although going a bit red, I denied it. Ben's next move was fast, too fast for me: he had jumped across and grabbed at my standing cock. The whole thing turned into a massive wrestling match with us each enjoying the tussle but ultimately, Ben being older and stronger, had me on my back with his knees across my arms pinning me down and gently, but firmly, with a big grin on his face, he reached behind himself, down onto my flies and onwards to my raging cock, gave it a long, firm but gentle squeeze and said 'now whose going to tell me they haven't got a fucking hard on?' 'OK' I said in defeat, 'guilty'. He let go of my cock, released is grip and some of the pressure on my arms. He was wearing overalls and his crutch was right in my face: with his right hand he opened the flies on his overalls, pulled down the zip of his jeans, flipped out his own solid cock which was a beauty, flicked it in my direction and just as quickly as he had produced it put it away again and with the grin still on his face said, 'it's OK mate, it happens to men as well!'' We laughed. There was a bit more romping then it was back to work.
It was a few days before the subject came up again - once more after a bit of girl talk. 'You still go a hard on?' Ben asked. I had. 'It's always fucking hard' I said. 'You want to use it a bit more' he said. I told him I played with it often enough. 'How often' he wanted to know. 'Once or twice a day' I said 'sometimes a bit more.' 'How many time today then?' he asked. 'None yet' I told him. 'For fuck sake' he said 'half the fucking day's over and you haven't had a wank! You're getting behind!" My question came spontaneously 'how many have you fucking had today then?' 'One he admitted, adding that he was way behind with a second. 'When d'you have the first one then?' I asked. On the way to work he told me. 'Where on the way to work?' I asked. He told me he had pulled into a lay-by and gone through the hedge into a field and had one behind the bushes. I knew the lay-by he mentioned: there was often a lorry or two parked overnight.
In those days I wasn't very street-wise. That there may have been a link between his visit and parked lorries didn't come to mind - although it soon did!
Ben seemed to be in a randier mood than usual that day. 'So when d'you reckon your going have a fucking wank then? he asked. 'Don't know' I said 'suppose in bed tonight.' 'For fuck sake mate' he said 'that fucking long, have one now, I'll join you!' I hesitated. This was new: I'd messed around a bit with mates of my own age usually to see who could shoot the most and the furthest, but this was a bit different, but for all that it was tempting and I had got to like this man and his worldly ways over the last two weeks. 'Come on' said Ben 'there's no one about, I'm not going to let on and I fancy one myself anyway. If you're not I am' he added, and started undoing the fly on his overalls, pulling down the zip on his jeans, and pulling out a stiff throbbing cock.
He wanked himself slowly and gently, pulling his cock to its full length with each stroke.
I remembered the brief glimpse he had given a few days earlier after our wrestling match but now I was getting the full monty. I hadn't really seen a man's cock before - or not a hard one at least - and his looked big. One of my mates had a thick eight inches and this looked as good. Still enjoying his slow wank Ben asked what was keeping me?
That I suppose was the final challenge. Slowly I dropped my zip and carefully rolled out my own solid cock and started to play with it in rhythm with Ben. I noticed he was still wanking himself but all the time he was watching me. We had been sitting apart at right angles to each other but now Ben stood up, cock still in his hand and being played with, moved across and sat beside me - so close that we were touching. He continued to watch me wank and I could no longer take my eyes off his action. After a while he stretched back, let his cock go and said 'd'you want to have a feel?' I reached across. My fist could hardly reach around his prick which seemed to swell as I touched it. I gave it a few gentle squeezes. 'You're alright mate' he said 'give it a rub: it's not ready to shoot yet.' So I did.
After a bit I let go and went back to wanking my own. Ben went back to wanking his.
We carried on like this for a while but the tempo seemed to increase as did the length of the strokes and the speed. 'You ready to come off?' Ben asked. I wasn't too far off and said so. 'Let's have a feel of yours then before you shoot' said Ben. I just leaned back, Ben reached across, took my cock in his shovel like fist and repeated what I had done to him - a few gentle squeezes, then a few rubs, but he kept going. 'I’m nearly off' I told him. Quick as a flash he asked if he could finish me off. It was almost too late to answer but I muttered 'go on' and seconds later sent a stream of cum yard across the field. 'Fucking hell' said Ben, watching the stream, 'doubt if I can beat that.' quickly asking 'You going to finish me off mate?' I didn't reply: I reached across and took his tool in my hand and pulled on it at an increasing rate of knots. In seconds he equalled if not beat my record shoot. 'Some fucking wanker mate' he said, as we lay there getting our breath back 'reckon you've been practising milking them cows' and we both fell about laughing.
Ben's work was finished all too soon and although we weren't going to work together for some time our paths were to cross later.
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|Posted on Sunday, July 26, 2020 - 01:00 pm: ||
Like many of you I have had some good times at Motorway Services areas over the years. I still think that they were better in their early days than they are now - gone are the hardboard partitions and big gaps under them, in have come steel plates and brickwork down to the ground.
This story starts a few year back, early morning at the northbound area of one of the Motorway services on the M6. I had left Bristol some 3 hours earlier and now, around 8.30am it was time for a break and some breakfast. A call in the Gents was an essential first priority: all was fairly quiet and a cleaner busy doing his little bit. Breakfast came next and I took it fairly leisurely watching the traffic hurtling by outside.
Considering it time to be on my way I left the Restaurant and on the way out paid another visit to the Gents. The cleaner had disappeared . One or two lock-ups seemed to be in use and I went in to one near the end of the row. One side of me was empty and the other occupied. As I sat there it was soon obvious that whoever was next door was on the look-out for some action as shadows told me that a wank was in progress and a boot which had appeared under the partition was tapping up and down. I moved my foot to where it could be seen and quickly got a rub from the boot next door, followed by a nudge. No sooner had I responded than a pair of knees appeared under the partition and the shadows told me the wank was still on. I went down to explore and my arm was swiftly guided onto the throbbing cock - a good one as well but within a few seconds its Owner promptly shot his load all over the floor. Pity, I thought, as I was hoping for helping hand myself - but it was not to be. As so often in cases like this the urge to see what I had missed took over so I stood up, and put everything together to go out and look. Next door beat me to it - they always seem to!!.. however, it was time to move on and out I went, around the corner to the washbasins. Stood at the washbasins was a guy around 30 or so just finishing a wash, as I went to one of the basins he winked and said ‘sorry about that mate, fired a bit early!’ ‘No problem’ I told him, ‘happens to us all at times’.
We walked out together. He was a landscape gardener and said he called there from time to time and there was usually something going on. We said ‘cheerio’ and he set off and I headed to the pumps to fill us with diesel.
Whilst filling up at the pumps I noticed someone standing near the exit onto the motorway and trying to thumb a lift. He was average build, perhaps mid twenties and had no luggage - unlike some who seem to carry everything including the kitchen sink with them - and from time to time a mate hiding behind the fence. He didn’t seem to be having much luck.
With the tank full I went and paid, came out and drove off the pumps, pulled in further up the forecourt and started to fill in the fuel log. The hitch-hiker had disappeared, or so I thought but a tap on the window made me look the other way and there was the guy, obviously trying out a different tact.
‘You not going as far as Carlisle by any chance?” he asked. He was clean and tidy, had on boots, jeans, tee shirt and looked as though he was OK. ‘I am mate’ I replied, ‘take it you’d like a lift?’ ‘Please’ he said.
‘Give me a tick and I’ll clear a bit of space’ I told him. I moved some stuff out of the front into the back and he jumped in, put on his seat belt and off we set.
I took a bit of initiative and asked if he was on his way to work. He told me he worked on shifts and was back at work at 2pm so should be OK. ‘Long way to go to work’ I remarked. ‘No’ he told me ‘I live in Carlisle but I went down to Stoke to see them playing ……. (can’t remember who) last night.
He went on to explain that after the match he had started to thumb back towards the motorway and had been offered a lift by someone in a van. On the way to the Motorway the driver had said he fancied a pint before the pubs shut and did he want to join him or carry on. When they found a pub he decided to have a pint himself and buy one for the driver for the lift. They had one pint, came out to carry on and it was raining - not just raining but like a monsoon. The van driver was going a couple of junctions up the Motorway and turning off and when they got to that junction it was raining as hard as ever.
The van driver asked if he really wanted to carry on in that weather and if not he only lived five minutes away, lived on his own, and had a spare bed and would drop him back to the motorway next morning.
He had taken up the offer and here he was.
We carried on for some time chatting about this and that, then he pointed to a paperback on the dashboard. ‘You into reading then?” he asked. ‘Not particularly’ I told him. I said I was pissed off with magazines as when you had read one you had read the lot. ‘A bit like porn videos’ he commented. ‘So why’d you get this one then? he asked. I told him I just read the cover to see what it was about and it looked different to the usual run of things.
This one was titled “Querelle of Brest” and was written by Jean Genet. It had been translated from the French and was the story of a French Merchant Seaman. My companion looked at the cover, back and front and read the summary. One of the briefs reads:
French sailor Querelle arrives in Brest and starts frequenting a strange whorehouse. He discovers that his brother Robert is the lover of the lady owner, Lysiane. Here, you can play dices with Nono, Lysiane's husband: if you win, you are allowed to make love with Lysiane, if you loose, you have to make love with Nono... Querelle looses on purpose..
‘’Fuck’ said my companion, ‘that’s different’ ‘He’s quite a lad’ I told him, ‘have a read of the bit before my bookmark (corner of page turned down!!). We carried on in silence for several minutes with my passenger seemingly gripped with the book. The bit he was reading I had read the day before. Querelle had been arrested but soon realised the Policeman who had arrested him fancied him and, in brief, for a few favours the Policeman got what he wanted and Querelle go what he wanted!! When my passenger had finished (let’s call him Andy) he looked across and said ‘now that would make a film worth watching’ I told him it had been made into a film but I hadn’t seen it and doubted if it would show much. ‘Your probably right’ he said. ‘The bloke I stayed with last night had some good videos’ I took up the comment and asked if he had watched any and what where they. He openly said the first one was about a young girl who kept dreaming about being fucked by cowboys and had gone off to look for the real thing. There had been some good shots of two cowboys and her in a threesome and the other was about a lad who went to prison and because he was missing his girlfriend he was always wanking and because he had such a huge cock the other prisoners used to creep up and watch, but all the time he knew they were there and eventually was fucking them instead, even one of the warders was in on it. He described it well, and when he had finished I looked across and said, ‘bloody hell mate, I’ve got a fucking hard on just at the thought’ ..’and me mate’ he replied and stretched his legs to show me a big bulge down his left leg. ‘That looks like a useful tool’ I remarked. ‘Not bad’ he said and reached across and had a feel at my cock, gave it a few squeezes and said ‘not doing so bad yourself!” I suppose you had more than a fucking hard on when you were watching the video then? What about the bloke who had given you the lift, what was he up to?”
‘He was OK’ said Andy. When the video was going he looked across and said ‘if you fancy a wank mate, have one. I had a few wanks the first time I watched it‘ he said ‘and I’ve got a mate who drops in sometimes and he’s fucking hooked on this video - wanks himself stupid while he watches it.’
Andy said he asked ‘do you still wank off to it as well then?’ ‘Yea’ said the Guy, ‘quite often, sometimes me and my mate end up wanking each other off’. Andy said he was feeling real randy by now and just said ‘can’t fault you mate, could do with something like that now’ He said the Guy just said ‘if you’re on mate I’m up for it’ He added they might as well head for a bed. Andy said they’d just had a wank session, although he had given the Guy a suck because he had a nice thick cock which had turned him on. They had even had a session before leaving that morning.
‘Now that has got me going’ I told him. ‘I could just do with a wank myself right now’ ‘Go on then’ Andy said, ‘get it out and I’ll do it for you’ This was a first, being wanked off whilst driving up the M6 but I slipped down the zip on my jeans, eased my prick out and let me take over. He was no beginner and after a while he was lying across the seat and getting his lips around my knob.
I was enjoying it when I noticed a truck running alongside in the middle lane and looking up could see the Driver’s mate looking down into my van. He saw me looking, and gave a thumbs up sign.
Fuck knows how long he had been watching!! Some miles further on I overtook the truck and got a headlight flash in the mirror!!
I stopped Andy before I was ready to come off and had managed to get one hand across and give him a gentle wank whilst he played with me. ‘We’ve got to find somewhere to finish this off’ he said ‘I know a place we can pull in near where you can drop me off’ So we drove on exchanges gossip about some of the cocks we had seen - the usual thing. Turns out he worked in a Builders’ Merchants and had regular cock sessions with one of the other lads in the Yard. He told me the other lad was same age as him and often came across to him twice or more a day for a wank. ‘I could do with a few mates like that’ I told him.
Eventually we got up to the Carlisle area and at Junction 42 he guided me to a quiet road with a lay-by which was deserted. We went through a hedge into some bushes on the edge of a field, had both out pricks out within seconds and started to gently wank each other. Andy came close and from the look in his eyes I knew he was wanting some tongue action. I opened my mouth slightly and his tongue was down my throat straight away. He guided my prick between his legs and squeezed them tightly together. I felt good and I began to give him a slow pelvic thrust which turned him on even further. His tongue was gliding in and out of my mouth like velvet and he had his arms around my neck and face caressing them gently. ‘I love the feel of your fucking cock throbbing between my legs’ he muttered. I found his cock which now seemed bigger than ever, a good eight inch job if not more, and began to wank it. It wasn’t long before we were both ready to shoot for Britain! I pulled out from between his legs and turned sideways and Andy went straight down on my prick and took it full length down his throat just as I was about to shoot. There was no holding back. ‘Sorry about that mate’ I said, as he came up as I wasn’t sure if he wanted me to come in his mouth. ‘No problem’ he said, ‘I don’t do that very often, but then, it’s not all that often you get a cock it’s worth doing it to’ What about you’ I asked. He just nodded down between his legs. He was still on his knees and as I was coming off down his throat so he was laying a long trail of his own along the grass!!
I dropped him off at home as it was too early for him to go to work and said ‘farewell’
The M74 was dull after that and although I have travelled that way a few times since our paths haven’t crossed. I just keep looking!
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|Posted on Sunday, December 29, 2019 - 02:41 pm: ||
Unexpected meeting - Part 3 of 3
I was getting a bit nervous. It was nearly and hour since Ian had left in his van and it was a good ten minute drive to the point where we were going to meet so off I set.
There was no sign of Ian when I arrived so I sat reading the paper and waited. After nearly half an hour he had still not arrived and I wondered if I should try calling him. I'm not too happy with phone calls as sometimes people cannot always deal with them, particularly if they are in company. I decided to try sending a text message but at the point of pressing 'send' that rare, but occasional message saying 'no network connection' appeared and on checking there was indeed no signal. I set off back in the direction I had come to see if I could find a location where there was a signal but had only gone half a mile or so when I met Ian coming towards me. We pulled up alongside and wound our windows down.
'Sorry I'm a bit late' he said 'I've been trying to call but you were switched off' I explained the signal problem. 'Not to worry' he said 'follow me.' I turned round and followed him for five minutes or so until he pulled in onto an off-road track and stopped in a small pull-in. The track onwards led to a electricity substation. Ian handed me a works high-visibility jacket: 'just wear it when we come back' he said 'and if there is anyone about they won't think there's anything unusual.' 'Can tell you've done this before' I teased him. 'Always pays to be discrete' he said, which is true.
Just a few yards further up the track he headed off into some trees. 'Let's see what we can find' he said and within a short while we came to a small grass covered clearing. 'How about this?' he asked 'Look's good' I said and, a bit unexpectedly, Ian started to strip off. First his works jacket, then his shirt, followed by his boots and work trousers and finally his skimpy underpants. 'Come on then' he urged 'join me.'
I didn't really need to be persuaded and very soon was as naked as he was. Down we went onto the soft grass, first with arms around each other, then lips pressed together and then open mouths and searching tongues and very soon one hand searching for each others now rampant solid cock. Gently squeezing and stroking each others pricks was like physical viagra and we were soon both slowing down to prevent and early climax. Ian slowly manoeuvred my cock between his legs, something I remember from our first meeting he said he liked to do, and squeezing them tight rolled over with me above him. 'I fucking love the feel of a prick between my legs' he said again. I said nothing but began to slowly gyrate in an out so my knob end tickled his ass. 'Fucking lovely' he said as I increased the tempo. Once more I was nearing the point of no return so I slowed down and carefully slipped my cock out from Ian's legs and his up between mine, squeezing hard on it as he had done to me. I started the rhythm again at the same time telling him it was his turn to return the favour really. He moved and we both rolled over to leave him on top this time. His prick seemed to have grown a couple of inches and felt massive as it rode up and down between my legs. Once more we slowed down to delay what would eventually be the obvious. Lying together on the lush green grass, stroking and fondling each others prick and embracing until we virtually ran out of breath was fantastic.
In a break, to recover a little, I teased Ian again - 'you've done this before your bastard!, adding 'and here and with someone else I suppose!' 'No' he said 'but a little secret.. in my late teens and early twenties I worked on a farm' 'Snap' I said, interrupting him, 'and the Boss's son, who was a couple of years older than me, was my best mate: he was forever grabbing my cock and bollocks and I was doing the same back and at least once a day, sometimes more, we ended up having a wrestling session and both always ended up with a massive fucking hard on and just teasing each other about it but one day, in the middle of summer, we were both out repairing a broken fence, both stripped to the waist and when the job was done lay down on some grass just like this. The playing began, then the wrestling and we were both covered in sweat and my mate, George, said it was time to cool off and slipped his boots , jeans and underpants off and just lay there with his cock as solid as a rock. He egged me to do the same: don't be a chicken he said.
That was a red rag to a bull and I stripped off and lay beside him. He looked over and said 'something missing mate!' 'Something missing! What? I asked. 'One of these' he said, grabbing his solid cock in his fist and jerking it up and down. I'd gone slack. 'Come on' George had said 'I'll give you a hand' and he grabbed my cock and starting wanking it like fuck getting is solid in seconds. He asked me to wank him. I didn't give it another thought, I just took hold of his piece of meat and return the favour he was giving me. That day we just wanked each other off and after that it became almost a daily event. George was really turned on by stripping off naked out in the open and it got me going as well. Nothing heavy, just a wank, a wrestle and like now a cock between the legs. So that's it, that's what started me off with other blokes I suppose and this is the first time since then which was a few years back.
I recalled some of my Farming days and the vision of Ian and George romping in the long grass awakened my urge to restart today's events.
Once more the embrace, the stroking, and squeezing and for a bit of added spice this time some wrestling as well. With Ian now running out of time and needing to go back to his job we had to reluctantly let things come to an end. With Ian on top and gyrating fast between my legs he gave a shout 'Fuck' he said as he shot his load into the ground. 'Fuck as well' I shouted as almost at the same time I shot my own load between our bare chests.
A few minutes later, with fresh green grass acting as a tissue, we had cleaned up, dressed and on the way back to our vehicles. I put on the jacket as suggested but there was no one around.
A few brief seconds pinned together alongside Ian's van and he was off back to work.
Not a bad day I decided as I set off home. Two of my better mates in one afternoon can't be bad.
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|Posted on Sunday, December 29, 2019 - 02:34 pm: ||
Unexpected meeting - Part 2 of 3
Several months passed since the day I met Ian at the Garage and posted the story still in view below. We had exchanged some details but there had been no contact: it had been a meeting with marks well above most others but I had been reluctant to pursue it probably because of the unconscious fear of rejection, and the memory had began to fade, indeed was almost forgotten until the middle of last week.
I had been to the Dentist: nothing painful, just the usual check-up and was heading towards home at around about lunchtime. As it was a good sunny day I did a slight detour to a lay-by-cum-picnic area which has a fairly reputable snack bar in it, intent on having something to eat and a mug of tea.
The lay-by is a long piece of old road, set well back off a busy 'A' road, and screened from it by some trees and bushes: the snack bar is a permanent feature with several standard picnic tables outside it.
When driving in it was obviously busy with quite a few vehicles - cars, vans and lorries parked and most of the picnic tables in use. As with many a lay-by to say vehicles were 'parked' was stretching the truth - 'abandoned' is probably a better word! This is the point where I get on my soap box a bit! Why is it that no one ever seems to park sensibly in lay-bys but just dump their vehicle in any empty space - usually in the middle of a gap which could accommodate two vehicles. So often I've parked in lay-bys looking and waiting for a friendly trucker to call in only to find some thoughtless individual arriving and pulling into the middle of the only big space where a truck could park when they could easily have parked further forward and still left room for a lorry. However, off soap box and back to the day in question.
Eventually I found a spot to pull in and did so, noticing as I had looked for a space, a transit van bearing the name of the Company that Ian worked for. It's a National Company and the van was of a different type to the one I had seen Ian driving so just a little jerk of a memory from the past but no expectations beyond that. Also parked were two bulk tipper trucks, again a National Company of which I did have the occasional session with one of their drivers but again, the odds on this being my mate was doubtful. They, like Ian, always wore full yellow/orange high-viz gear so would be easy to spot.
I got out of the car, locked it and headed down the lay-by towards the snack bar. At that precise moment a gang of men, five or so in number, got up from one of the picnic tables and started heading towards me and one was indeed Ian. With discretion always being my rule, and as he was in company I decided not to make any first move and only speak if spoken to. With just a few yards between us Ian obviously recognised me and immediately came and caught my hand and shook it, saying 'long time, no see! How are you?'
Then turning to the gang he pulled a set of keys out of his pocket , gave them to one of the men and said 'jump in lads, I'll be with you in a minute.'
'So! How are things then? he asked. 'Fine' I told him 'I haven't seen you around' he said ' and wasn't sure whether I should give you a ring or not.' 'Would have been OK' I told him. 'Well I wasn't sure' he added 'you know how it is, sometimes Guys only go for one-offs and don't want a repeat and I wasn't sure.' 'Well, I told him, 'that's probably why I didn't ring you because I thought you might have regretted events in the cold light of day so to speak.' 'No fucking way' he told me 'I had more than a few wanks thinking about that session and wanting a repeat so, how about it then, and when?'
'Well you look a bit occupied right now' I said 'but I'm up for a second session anytime.'
'Right' said Ian, 'Well, I've got to get these lads to a job which is a few miles away then I'm due to visit another site but no rush on that so, if you're OK meet me in about an hour or so' and he told me where, adding that if anything unexpected turn up he would ring me.
'Anyway, had better go' he concluded, gave a quick look up and down the lay-by, and in the direction of his van, which had a crew cab unlike the one I had seen him in previously, and with one of his shovel like fists squeezed on his cock showing me it was already well on the up... and off he went to join the gang.
I headed on to the snack bar. No sign of any other lads in high-viz gear so I assumed the drivers of the bulk tippers were probably lying on their bunks having a sleep, until I went inside the snack bar and there sat my mate and the other driver. He spoke first. 'How's things?' he asked. 'Not so bad' I replied and then asked why he was sat inside on a day like today. 'No seats outside when we got here' he said.
'Ah' I said, 'is a bit busy. I made my order, paid, and when it arrived picked it up, turned to my mate and just said 'see you' and headed to an outside table. 'I'll come and have ten minutes with you.' he said, 'my mate's off to pick up his next load.'
A couple of minutes later he joined me.
'I thought you'd moved on' was my Trucker mate’s first comment when he joined me. 'No, still around' I told him, 'Just haven't seen you about in the usual spot ' he said. 'Well! You know me' I replied 'I don't like to become part of the scenery, a visit now and then is enough.' He laughed. 'I know what you mean' he said 'you can guarantee certain vehicles will be in certain lay-bys virtually 24hrs a day 7 days a week.'
'So is there still some action on the Long Straight?' I asked ‘I don’t get much chance to look these day’ he had said ‘as two or three other lads are on the same run and going past regularly: they know what goes on there so I don’t stop.’ ‘Very wise’ I said. ‘I did manage to pull in at the smaller lay-by a bit further on one day’ he continued ‘and got talking with a youngish lad on a mountain bike who was up for a bit of action.’
‘Good for you’ I replied. ‘Nice little ‘quickie’ ‘he said ‘well blessed like you!’ ‘Flattery will get you everywhere’ I said. ‘It had better get us up the side of my truck pronto then’ he said with a grin, and without further comment we left the table and headed up the lay-by which was now nearly empty with most people having moved on. Once by his truck we stood talking for a couple of minutes until a nearby car drove off.
During the chat Mick came out with an interesting piece of information - Dan, who had gone off in his truck earlier was a long time mate of Mick and Mick had got him a job with the Firm recently.
Dan liked a play around himself and the two of them had wanked each other off more than a few times over the years! Recently he told me, they had parked up together outside one of the well known local cruising spots and had a walk around together. At first he said, people were a bit suspicious and kept away so Dan had suggested they should have a little play with each other to see what happened: in no time he said, there was an audience with two or three joining and a bit of competition as to who would suck them both off.
Us two in our work gear, leaning back on a tree, with both being sucked off by two Guys down on their knees brought in a few more and we both ended up with a cock in our hands as well. ‘Sounds good to me’ I said ‘we’d better see what we can do with just the two of us!’ We moved down the side of the truck which was conveniently parked across a small gap in a fence and went into some bushes through the hedge. Mick had his cock out before we had gone a couple of paces. ‘Come on’ he said ‘my break is almost up and I’ve been waiting a long time for this.’ ‘I had been solid since he had told me about him and Dan and in no time we were jerking each other to completion. Unusually for Mick, when we had finished, he pulled me in to him and gave me a real strong hug. ‘Don’t stay away so long next time’ he told me, ‘and keep a look out for Dan. I’ll tell him you’re OK.’ and with that he was in his truck and off to load up for his next run.
Now to see if my luck was going to be in with Ian!
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|Posted on Sunday, December 29, 2019 - 02:22 pm: ||
Unexpected meetinng - Part 1 of 3
Some of the best experiences in life are said to be the unexpected ones and that is certainly the case of an adventure I had recently. I hadn't gone cruising, I wasn't even on the look out but ended up having one of those ten out of ten meetings that one normally just dreams about.
My car had been serviced and was ready to collect. Whilst going through the bill and paying I was aware that someone else had come into the Office and was sitting behind me waiting to see the Receptionist.
Having completed everything there was a little bit of small talk after which I got up to leave and turned to see the new arrival who had now stood up to join the Receptionist. Instinctively I apologised to him for being delayed by my chat with the Receptionist: before he could respond the Receptionist , who obviously knew the newcomer well said in a teasing voice 'he's only come in to watch the television and have a cup of coffee.' 'True' said the newcomer. I looked at the screen and it was a Sports programme and some conversation about its progress then took place.
So.. the newcomer. Thirty or so, tall, slim, looked very athletic and fully dressed in his works orange hi-visibility clothing - with a very tight fit, showing, as I eventually left and he sat down with the Receptionist exposing a nice neat bum. During our brief, maybe three minute conversation, the body language and eye contact was something I hadn't experienced for a very long time: there was a chemistry that made it extremely difficult for me to leave but there was no alternative.
Leaving the Garage I called at the Filling Station next door and fuelled up. After paying, and returning to the car who should pull up at the adjoining pump by my new acquaintance 'Orange Hi-Viz’ in his Works van. 'We meet again' he said, as he selected the pump and put the hose into the filler. Again a bit of small talk while he filled up during which I could not resist the need to eye him up, probably even rather noticeably as I took in his arms, muscles and the outline of something quite tasty down his left leg.
I think he knew and I was conscious that he was giving me the same treatment.
With his van filled there was little to do but make our farewells. 'Where you off to? he asked.
I told him. 'I'm heading up that way' he responded 'going back to a job I'm on.'
'OK' I replied, 'might see you again.' 'Hope so' he responded and made his way to the Cashier.
'Hope so' Those two words sent real hope through my veins. 'Hope so!'
Obviously a Garage Forecourt isn't the place where anything else was likely to happen and anyway I could well have misread every signal - Orange Hi-viz might just be a very tactile friendly Guy.
With some dismay I drove away - another of those events where memories and fantasies were likely to be the only remaining feature.
My journey coincided with Schools ending for the day and progress was slow as I navigated past several suicidal lollypop ladies who threw themselves into the road without much thought of approaching traffic but eventually I reached open country and pulled into a lay-by to call a mate who I had arranged to visit to say I was on my way. We had a brief conversation and as it was ending when who should drive by but ‘Orange Hi-viz’ in his transit van. I had more-or-less forgotten the earlier events but suddenly all came back as did the urge to see more of him. The next thing I saw, as I put my phone down were the brake lights of his van come on and for him to stop fairly rapidly, then the reversing lights came on and he shunted back into the lay-by and parked in front of me. I was a bit unsure of his move and remained in the car as he jumped out of his van and came towards me. I wound the window down. 'You alright?' he asked. 'Yes, fine' I said 'just been making a phone call.' 'Oh' he said 'I wondered if perhaps something had gone wrong with the car.' This seemed like a good opportunity to get to know my new acquaintance better so I removed my seat belt, got out of the car and joined him. He introduced himself. I'll call him Ian.
I asked what his work was, although the name on the van more or less gave it away and from that we managed to learn a bit about each other. He lived at home with his parents again as his marriage had failed - mainly because his work was often nights and he thought the wife had strayed: he seemed to blame himself more than her which gave him a lot of bonus points in my estimation. He was a keen Footballer and Snooker Player and enjoyed a pint when work did not get in the way.
The passing traffic was a bit noisy so we moved down the side of his van where conversation was a bit easier. Ian leant on his van and I stood facing him. Almost to the point of being rude I could not keep my eyes off this Guy. He had what I call talking eyes - they sparkled and spoke volumes themselves but most of all my own eyes kept looking down at the outline of what lay down his left leg. I knew he was still giving me the same treatment and after some time a real change started in the outline down his leg as it began to swell. I was virtually hypnotised by it and likewise my own body began to respond and my own weapon began to rise as well. As we continued to chat Ian's swelling continued and eventually must have been near full as was my own. Once more my eyes were continually glancing down and eventually Ian acknowledged my looks and, putting his fist around his swollen cock - a fist which I noticed for the first time was huge and like a shovel - said 'sorry about this mate, it's been a bit lively today, I'll have to sort it out before I get back to work or the lads'll be taking the piss again.' 'Does it happen a lot? then I asked.
'Often enough' he said. 'Don't let it bother you' I said 'when I was your age I was hard more often than slack and forever looking for a bolthole for a quick wank.' Ian now acknowledged my own predicament: 'looks as if it still does' he said with a laugh, nodding at the bulge down my own leg. 'It sure does' I confirmed. 'So all we need now is one of your boltholes' he said ' and we'll both be OK' 'Something like that' I said. Ian turned and slid open the side door of his van and stepped inside. 'How about this?' he asked. 'Seems just the job' I told him. 'Jump in then' he said, and as I did he slid the door shut.
The van was a high-top version and we were able to stand fully up. Ian immediately opened his belt, the top of his orange trousers, the zip and flipped out his completely solid cock. He was the good average but nice and thick, and immediately started to stroke it with that huge fist of his. I followed suit. 'Nice one' he said, taking a full view of my cock. I stood back and let go of it and instinctively he reached across and had a feel. 'Nice handful' he remarked as he returned to massage his own tool. 'Nice to have a wank with a mate for a change' he said 'instead of doing it on your own.' 'How often do you have one then? I asked him. 'At least one a day' he told me but sometimes more depending on where he was but usually on his own. 'How about you?' he asked. 'Much the same' I replied but always a bonus when it's with a mate. 'Even better when you and your mate wank each other though isn't it' he commented. 'Much better' I agreed. 'How about it?' he asked. 'I'm game' I replied and without further chat we both reached across and started to gently stroke each other's cocks. After a short while Ian moved so that we were facing each other. A look into those eyes of his told volumes - he was a happy man. Gradually he moved closer and I gently slipped my cock between his legs which he then closed tight and began to slowly gyrate back and forth. At the same time the face came closer, the lips came closer, soon both met as did both tongues and the kiss was one of those out-of-this world events where we both eventually parted to get our breath. 'I love the feel of a stiff cock between my leg' Ian whispered. 'It feels good to me as well' I said and that's how we stayed for some time until the obvious climax approached. Ian was obviously sensitive to events and gently moved off my cock and took it once more in his hand quietly saying he didn't want things to end just yet to which I agreed.
We played slowly for some time. The next move was again from Ian. He sank down on his knees, took my cock in his fist and first kissed it all over then took it almost fully into his mouth, just gently tonguing it. I moved it slowly in and out which seemed to be just what he wanted. Down on his knees Ian removed his lips from my cock long enough to say he was nearly coming. I told him I was as well. He stood up, put his arm around me and as we stood side by side, lips and tongues entwined we wanked each other to the climax, sending loads onto the van floor: "not problem" said Ian and locating a piece of rag the evidence was easily removed. He also confessed that he had never sucked a blokes cock before but had always thought he would like to try if he met someone he liked enough - and today he had. That was a compliment from someone who I found equally attractive.
Our separation was a long, slow one as neither of us wanted to part, but the mould was set: we had met, we didn't part without exchanging a few contact details, and a repeat is almost a certainty at some future date - tomorrow wouldn’t be soon enough if it proved possible!!
..and that's it. As I suggested at the outset, you can spent, hours, days, weeks, months, even years, looking for the near perfect experience and when it arrives it appears out of the blue when least expected and usually ends almost a quickly as it began - and that I thought would probably be the case here but time was to prove different as you will find out.
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|Posted on Sunday, November 10, 2019 - 10:58 pm: ||
Delivery Driver - Part 3 of 3
As I said at the start of these stories I was playing 'White Van Man' doing deliveries in an around the West Midlands and was often caught in the ever changing road systems, diversions and closures which were inevitable during the construction of the elevated sections of the M5 and M6 Motorways.
One day, in the worst of winter weather I found a route I had often used was closed and I was following the diversion and trying to get my bearings when I passed a large toilet block I hadn't seen before.
I was immediately attracted because parked outside were vans, cars and lorries and all of them empty.
I turned on a nearby roundabout and headed back, parking opposite the toilet. The rain was hammering down at that point so I sat in the van for a few minutes until it eased a little and was somewhat disappointed to note that there did not seem to be any comings or goings at the toilet so perhaps the parked vehicles were just a co-incidence. Eventually the rain did ease and I headed across the road to the toilet which was set back inside a small compound with high steel railings around it and the path from the road to the entrance was probably 10 to 15yds long. The door was on the side, immediately ahead was the brick wall of the WC's whose doors faced back towards the road, and to the right a Urinal with space for four or so. Instantly I knew I had interrupted something: two men were stood apart at the urinal - one, from his clothes was definitely the driver of a parcel delivery lorry which had been parked outside and the other a young Guy wearing Wellies and green overalls. As I moved to stand between them I then saw that both lock-up doors were closed, and stood outside, leaning on the wall as thought waiting to use them, was another thirty-ish Guy who from his clothes and appearance was definitely the driver of the coal merchants lorry which was parked outside.
I moved in between the two men at the Urinal and unzipped and started to pee leaving my knob end exposed. Out of the corner of my eyes I could tell that the Guys either side of me were covering up slightly but from the way they gripped their cock they were definitely holding onto cocks which were anything but slack. I finished my pee and shook and stretched my knob slowly, letting a bit more come into view each time. The Guy in Wellies reacted first. He uncovered his cock and started to stroke it and it was well solid. I stepped back a pace so the driver on my other side who was now having a good look could see my cock and the cock of the lad with Wellies: his response was pretty quick as he also stepped back to show a thick and solid cock which he started to wank. I turned to watch him and almost at once Wellies hand came from the other side and took hold of my own cock. I looked at him and he winked, then looked behind me to see what the Coalman was doing. He was stood leaning on the wall facing the WCs but with cock out and wanking - and what a cock. It was then that I noticed the big hole in both doors. His cock turned me on and I turned round to get a better view. The driver and Wellies beside me also turned and we all three kept playing with each other. Coalman was bending down to look through the hole in the door then moving forward and pushing his cock through it - with difficulty as he cock was so thick.
After a very short time he pulled back and the door was pulled slowly open: out peeped a face which obviously noted everything going on, then came right out. He was also thirty or so and bollock naked - except for a pair of big boots, and immediately went down on his knees and tried to get coalman's cock down his throat. He was quite an expert and put on a good show. Coalman was more than rampant and fucking into his mouth hard making him choke but he was going to have the cock whatever it took.
Next thing Coalman leaned slightly forward and tapped gently on the door of the other WC which had remained shut and it, in turn was slowly opened and into the doorway stepped a very young Guy - probably around twenty or so, with cock out and wanking hard on another nice sized cock. Coalman reached across to play with this Young Guy who stepped further out to meet Coalman's hand and then the biggest surprise of all - the Young Guy was obviously the Coalman's Mate because his jeans, hands and face were covered with black just like Coalman himself. The naked Guy was obviously aware of the Young Guy's appearance and he pulled off Coalman and turned to take the Mate's cock in his mouth instead.
This was my chance. I moved away from the Stand-ups to take hold of Coalman's cock. It was a beauty: I always though I was a lucky lad but he was hung better than me and obviously enjoyed someone else taking him in hand. His young mate started to show signs of being ready to shoot his load down the naked Guys throat and just at the last second whipped his cock out and shot all over Naked's face. This had a sudden effect on Coalman who I was wanking, he went into almost a trance and I knew he was on the verge - then he let go as well and did he shoot a load - all up Naked's back, over his head, and onto his mate who was stood shaking his own cock off and watching as I wanked Coalman.
Coalman stood up, shook his cock hard, put it away and zipped up, his mate following suit.
The only words said were Coalman to his obvious mate, 'that alright for you then your randy bastard?' and as they left his mate replying 'fucking lovely, where next?'
By now the other delivery driver had shot his load watching events and was also heading out. The naked Guy, perhaps getting a bit cold, stepped back into the WC and pulled on his jeans and sweater and a large work jacket with his Firms name on it - definitely from one of the Motorway Construction Gangs and then came out and joined me and Wellies who were still wanking at the stand-ups. He took us both, one in each hand and finished us off and as he did I wanked him off. We all zipped up together ready to leave only to find the rain was more like a Monsoon again so we all three stood inside talking.
Naked said he'd found the place a few weeks earlier and had some regular good times there, even during the night. He was living in a Caravan on a Construction Site Compound and had caught one or two of the other lads in that toilet and was now regularly giving them a blow job in his caravan after work.
'Wellies' was a local Guy - a window cleaner he said - and told us that until the work started on building the Motorways nothing had ever happened in the toilet - and the holes had only appeared since the Motorway Guys started coming in. He confirmed that the young Guy who had left with the Coalman was the Coalman's delivery mate and they were regulars in that toilet and in a few others depending where they were delivering. Coalman he told us, lived near him and drank in the same pub as him as did Coalman's mate and now and then there was a bit of a get-together after closing time when Coalman and his mate used to have a walk through a local park before going home.
'I've seen some right fucking group sessions with those two ' he said. I could imagine it.
I made that a regular calling place and was never disappointed. I saw 'Wellies' cleaning windows a couple of times and stopped off for a chat and an update - usually in a quiet side street in the back of the van!!
I saw the Coal Lorry a few times elsewhere and called in to find they were being well serviced as usual - even managed to get a blow job off the mate once while Coalman fucked somebody else.
Then, ultimately of course, the Motorways were completed and opened, the workmen disappeared and all the streets returned to normal. I gave up being a delivery driver and for years now have driven up and down the Motorways themselves, but always in mind, the good old days and what went on beneath them and around them as they were being built.
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|Posted on Monday, November 04, 2019 - 10:36 pm: ||
It's a bit lonely in the Stories Section.
Time for some help?
Let me have some entertainment reading your Stories instead of writing my own.
Go for it.
Wait your contributions to pass away the dark winter evenings.
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|Posted on Monday, November 04, 2019 - 10:32 pm: ||
Delivery Driver - Part 2 of 3
A few weeks after the events which unfolded in the first part of this story I was driving along one of the main 'A' road in the northern part of the area and rather desperate for a pee and looking for a toilet. Eventually I found one.
It was early afternoon: there were two or three other vehicles parked nearby but my interest at that point was to empty the bladder. The toilet had just been cleaned. The young cleaner - mid twenties, fair haired, average build, wearing standard green work trousers and jacket, was sat in a little storeroom, the door wide open and just finishing a mug of tea. The place was immaculate. As I was peeing the young cleaner came to the wash basins and rinsed his mug out. 'Reckon you earned that' I said, referring to the drink,' long time since I saw a toilet as clean as this.' 'Come back in a couple of hours mate', he replied in his Brummy accent, 'and you'll never know it's been done'. He finished rinsing his mug, put it down on the sink, and came and stood next to me and continuing the conversations said 'I'll join you then go and see what waits for me at the next port of call' during which he had unzipped, pulled out his cock and was peeing as well. He wasn't making any great effort to hide his cock, and as we talked he kept looking in my direction and gave one or two obvious glances down at my cock. Having finished my pee I went into the shake routine and decided to be fairly open. 'You a driver' he asked. 'Yes' I replied 'delivery work' 'Bet the wife misses that then when your away for the night' he said, giving a nod down towards my cock. Don't have nights out on this job I told him and I've followed the advice of my married mates, I just get my hand round a pint pot, sometimes a set of darts and when I feel a bit randy get my hand round this at which I put my cock firmly into the palm of my hand and let it lie there for a few seconds. 'Looks like a fair handful mate' said the Cleaner and with a cheeky grin added 'can you manage it on your own?' Looking across I could see his cock had definitely started to rise and so had mine. We're OK here I thought. 'Like most blokes I've played around a bit' I replied 'I don't really believe any bloke who says he hasn't ' 'I know I have' said the Cleaner, 'but not so sure I've had my hand round anything as big as yours.' 'Help yourself mate if you want to try it for size' I said, turning towards him. He didn't reach over but turned, picked his mug up off the basins and nodded for me to follow him into his room. I did and he promptly pushed the door shut and dropped the Yale latch on it. I dropped my zip and wound out my cock, now on full revs. Cleaner, sat down in his chair and at just the right height took it gently in his hand, stroking it, pulling on it, squeezing it, then using both hands and finally starting to wank it.
'Fucking hell mate' he said 'this is what I call a cock. You want to call in here around teatime when the lads are on the way home, or later on at night, they'd fight to get their hands on this.' 'Better give you a hand as well' I said, and he stood up. He had a nice cock himself, certainly above average and very soon his response told me he was about ready to shoot as was I. 'Go on lad' I said, 'I'm nearly there' He sat back down in the seat. 'Want to see you come close up' he said and as he wanked so I obliged sending a thick load of spunk across the room onto the far wall. 'Never mind that' he said 'I'll soon clear that up. He stood again. 'Go on mate' he said 'your turn'. A few jerks later his spunk joined mine. He pulled a few sheets from a toilet roll and we cleaned ourselves up and Cleaner dealt with the wall. 'Cheers' he said 'how often do you come this way then? I'm usually here about this time.' 'I never know really' I explained 'it depends where I have to deliver, but I'll be looking out if I do.' He locked up and we made our way outside, but stood talking by his van for a short while. As we were talking a motorbike went by at a fair rate of knots.
We watched it go. 'If ever you're here and a young lad with a motorbike comes in he's worth having a look at' Cleaner told me. 'He's 19 or 20, about your height, fair, nearly blond hair, and I reckon he might match you for fucking size as well,' 'I'll keep my eyes open' I told him. 'Right then' I said, 'suppose we'd better get some work done. Cheers for the hand. Might see you again.' 'You know where I am if your about' he said and with that we parted. I did drop in a few time after that and met up with him. Once he was stood at the stand-ups alongside another driver so I stood away from them intent on having a piss and leaving and not spoiling any fun. When cleaner saw it was me he turned to the other driver and told him I was a mate and invited us both into his storeroom where he wanked us both off.
Some weeks after meeting the Cleaner I was working late. It was dark and probably around 8pm when I was passing and decided to look in. It seemed very quiet. There was a lorry parked about 100yds up from the toilet and a couple of other cars a bit nearer to it. I parked a few yards in front of the lorry and set off to walk to the toilet. I was nearing the entrance when I heard a vehicle door shutting. Looking back the lorry driver was locking the passenger door and having done so set off towards the toilet himself.
The toilet was empty even the lock-ups. I stood at the urinals but thought I'd wait for the lorry driver to come in (if he was going to) before I started to pee although of course he might come in to use the WC.
Soon I heard footsteps and in he came and stood at the next but one stall. I started to pee. He pulled his cock out and started to piss as well and made no attempt to hide anything. I finished and stood shaking the spots off fully aware that I was being watched. He followed suit. I looked across and there was definite eye contact. Nothing was said. My cock started to rise and so did his. Mine was soon solid and so was his and just at that critical moment footsteps outside announced the possible arrival of someone else. In came an oldish Guy with a large dog. He set about giving the dog a drink in a bowl and was obviously going to be there a while. I zipped up and headed out. I expected the lorry driver would do the same and sure enough I heard him behind me. He caught up with me as I reach the van so I paused. 'Old boy's out of that car' he said ' pointing to one ahead of us 'been walking the dog down in the Park.' I leaned on the side of my van. I was wearing very tight ice-blue jeans which were the fashion and still had more than a semi-hard on and the bulge down my left leg was evident. The lorry driver himself was wearing tight work jeans, had a thumb in his left pocket and was using his fingers to stroke a definite bulge running down his left leg. 'Things looks lively' he said, glancing down at my bulge which was now solid. I pushed forward a little to let it stand out even more. Lorry driver then, after looking up and down the pavement, reached across and stroked my bulge then, letting go and leaning back himself, showing his cock now solid, I followed his example and gave his cock a stroke or two. 'You want to jump in the cab?' he asked saying he was OK for an hour but was waiting for another of the firms lorries to meet him and do a change over.
That's why I park by the phone box he explained: any problems and I'm near a phone.
We climbed in. He lay on a bunk which was wide enough for us both and I lay beside him. He took the initiative and had his cock out in an instant and then had my zip down and my cock out almost as quick.
I reached over and started wanking him off and he did he same with me. He was thirty or so, nice athletic figure and a good thick cock probably 7" of so long. As we wanked we swapped details of what we liked and the usual stuff. He was a regular at that spot three nights most weeks doing the change over having driven up from Devon and swapping with a lorry that came down from Humberside. His usual trick was to let the other truck leave first after the change over then hang about himself to see if there was any cock about. That night the truck coming to meet him was running late so he was having an early look.
I told him I hadn't been there at night before but did call in the daytime but gave no details about the Cleaner. As we were wanking and exchanging a blowjob as well there was a sound outside of a motorbike pulling in. 'Fucking hell' said the Driver, 'I bet that's Nick. He's got a fucking cock at him. I've had him in the cab a few times but he's sensible because the other truck is identical so he waits for a signal from me.'
'How do you fancy a threesome?' Driver asked adding 'I know he'll be up for it.' 'It's OK with me' I told him and with that he reached over and gave a quick flash on his lights and sat in the passenger seat and pulled the curtain back. In no time the motor cycle lad was at the passenger door. 'Alright mate?' the driver asked and when Motorbike said he was OK driver told him he'd got a mate in the cab but he was welcome to join in. Motorbike was in in a shot. It was definitely the bloke the Cleaner had told me about - 19-20 years and blond hair. The Driver sat back on the bunk and Nick the Motorbike lad sat in the passenger seat. 'What do you think of this then?' Driver asked Nick as he took hold of my cock and started to play with it again. 'Fucking hell' said Nick 'bit of competition there.' and by now he was pulling his own cock out which was already stiff. He certainly was competition: very well endowed and he was leaning over and playing with my cock in no time whilst Driver reached across and starting pulling on his. Driver and me both got sat on the edge of the bunk with Nick in front of us. He loved cock and had one in each hand and took it in turns to suck on both of us. Driver winked a me and gently pulled Nick up onto the bunk in a kneeling position with his ass towards the windscreen then he reach up somewhere, found a Durex and after slipping it on his cock went behind Nick and straight up him almost without a pause. Nick's body trembled as he now had one hand round my cock and was sucking my knob end and Driver fucking him at a fair pace. I managed to reach down and get a hand on Nick's cock and play with it. Driver eventually showed signs of going to shoot his load and nodded to the Durex packet on the bunk. 'For me?' I mouthed, and got a nod. I took the offer and as Driver pulled out and moved back onto the bunk I slipped on a durex and moved into his place. Nick was aware of what was going on. All he said was 'not too fucking hard mate with that tool of yours.' I took it gently. He was relaxed and in no time, with just a little flinch here and there, he had it all. Driver was now playing with Nick's cock and although he had come off himself he was still solid and Nick was down on him sucking like fuck. Nick was a good fuck. Nice and tight and a good rhythm and eventually I followed Driver's example and filled the second durex.
Nick sat up on the edge of the bunk and lay back. He’d been fucked twice but hadn’t come off himself.
He’d got a beautiful cock so I went down and gave it a few sucks. This seemed to turn Driver on as, although he’d only come off five minutes before, he was solid and ready to come off again. I moved up off Nick’s cock and asked Driver if he wanted to give it suck. A thumbs up said ‘Yes’ and across he came, taking Nick’s cock almost full down his throat. He’s done that before I thought. He was some expert and soon had 19yr old Nick, in rampant form was shooting a massive load down his throat. I was so fucking carried away wanking myself that I came off again onto a towel which the Driver had sensibly put on his bunk.. Undaunted Nick pulled Driver back up to kneel on the bunk with us, took the Driver cock firmly in his hand and in no time had helped Driver shoot a second load as well. By the time this was over we were all cover in sweat. Driver found another towel and we wiped ourselves down and dressed as the changeover Truck would not be too long before it arrived. Driver peeped through his curtain. All was quiet so we jumped out and stood talking near to Nick’s Motorbike. There wasn’t much traffic at the time and Nick looked as though he could have done with more. He kept reaching over and feeling at my cock and the Driver’s cock and was clearly still hard himself. ‘What you doing for the rest of the night?’ we asked him. ‘When you two have gone’ he said ‘ I’ll hang around a bit and if it’s quiet have a look round a few other places’. At that point the changeover lorry arrived and we broke up saying Cheerio to our Driver mate. Nick came talking to me for a few minutes, still wanting another fuck, but with a timed pick-up at a local firm I soon had to head off and leave him to look for another cock or two.
I saw the Driver a couple of times after that and also saw Nick one afternoon when he had just finished work. He followed me to a quieter spot and we spent half and hour in the back of the van!!
So that was location two marked up but location three, right in the middle of the Motorway Construction area was to prove full of variety as well. More of that next time.
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|Posted on Saturday, November 02, 2019 - 08:18 pm: ||
Delivery Driver - Part 1 of 3
Passers-by on the M5 and M6 in the Walsall & West Bromwich area north-west of Birmingham may not realise that much of it is elevated and built on huge pillars above the surrounding roads. During its Construction roads were closed, diversions appeared and traffic multiplied as hundreds of lorries and construction vehicles flooded the area. It happened at a time when I spent some two years of my younger life as a delivery van driver travelling anywhere between Wolverhampton, through Birmingham and down to Coventry. Chaos often reigned and my copy of the local A-Z Street Guide soon became worn and tatty as I found, and learnt alternative routes. So much for the downside: there were pluses not the least of which was the discovery of several previously unknown toilet blocks some of which, the locals could tell me, were hardly used until the arrival of the Construction Teams and which, almost overnight became very active and often full of Truck Drivers, Mechanics and Labourers looking for more than a piss or a crap.
I remember three such locations and prompted by a recent journey through the area when the Motorway network was closed due to a series of accidents I used my past knowledge of the area to use some of the alternative routes I had learned years ago and some memories came flooding back
The first location I remembered was in the Wednesbury area. I had popped in once or twice to respond to an active call of nature but had always been the sole occupant. One this memorable occasion I was working later than usual and called in around 17.15hrs. It was dark: there seemed to be just a single light working inside and it took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust. To my surprise, I was not alone this time and there were several people in there, all stood rigidly at the stand-ups. Clearly my arrival had been detected because the frosty glass window near the entrance give an image of anyone walking down the footpath from the main road. I found a gap between two Guys, got my cock out and started to piss. It was not difficult to detect that the Guys each side of me were casually looking down into my basin and not difficult for me to detect that both were doing their best to conceal swollen cocks.
I finished my piss and made a show of shaking off the spots. One of my neighbours immediately let loose the grip on his own cock and let it hang and as I continued to shake mine his grew and grew and in no time was solid and mine followed suit. The other neighbour seeing that all was apparently OK turned to the Guy on his other side and they started wanking each other. Another Guy moved across and gently pushed the closed door of one of the WC's which slowly opened to expose a Guy with his jeans down round his ankles and stroking a nice sized cock. The Guy from the stand-ups went straight down onto it and started giving it a rapid blow-job. I turned to watch all the while stroking my own cock and soon the Guy by my side reach across and took over. This gave me a good chance to look at him as I reached for his cock. He was late twenties or so, wearing boots and overalls, and a jacket with a firms name on it and a bag on his shoulder which presumable contained a lunch box and flask. He had a nice thick cock with a decent length to it. We continued to play with each other and watch the BJ which came to an end: the Guy giving seemed to realise the end was near and pulled off, grabbed the cock of the Guy in the doorway and wanked him to termination. A massive load shot across the floor. The Guy in the toilet gave a thumbs up signal, pushed the door to and a couple of minutes later with clothes back in place came out and headed off. The BJ giver was looking for more cock. The two who had been wanking at the stand-ups had finished each other off and gone leaving must me and the Guy who I had been wanking with. BJ came over and took my companions cock in his mouth, then took mine in his spare hand and started to suck and wank us both in turn only, to suddenly say 'Oh! Fuck!', stop what he was doing and reveal that in his excitement he had shot his own load. It's happened to us all!!!
He left just leaving me and this factory worker to continue. I've always enjoyed pushing my hard cock between a bloke's legs and giving it some pelvic thrust and I was turned on when this Guy whispered 'I'd like to feel that between my legs.' Who was I to refuse. We moved across to the wall near the washbasins and I obliged with both of us keeping an eyeing for anyone arriving. He said someone might but usually by that time the lads on their way from work had been and gone and it became quiet. I got close to shooting my load and slipped out: we returned to wanking and finished each other off. After we had tidied up we left together and he came across the road to where I was parked. I asked him if he had a car and he said he was waiting for a bus to West Bromwich. As I was going that way I offered him a lift which he accepted and dropped him off near his street.
On the way he told me a bit about the area and said he often called where we had met on his way from work. He added a few comments about who to look out for if I called again at that time the best of which he said was a man about his age, usually like him, with a lunch bag on his shoulder and a pair of overalls with the name of a Garage on it. He lived near the toilet and was known to invite lads back with him when he knew there was no one else at home. The attraction he told me was the size of this lads cock. He'd never seen one like it.
This proved a great attraction to me and I made a point of calling there at teatime when ever I could - which wasn't all that often then, one day, many weeks later and into summer I walked in and there was someone who fitted this Guys description and stood by him a short thin Guy who initially I though was too young to play around with but turned out to be a student from the local Technical College who was twenty and looked several years younger. I stood a couple of stalls away but made a point of standing back so they could see my cock as I pissed. It worked. First the Garage Guy stood back to display that donkey cock I'd been told about and the student, looking across him towards me also stood back to show his solid knob. I gave them a signal that I'd keep watch from them if they liked. They did. Student immediately dropped his jeans - pale blue and skin tight which showed up the hairs on his peach of an ass - and turned to invite donkey cock in. Never! I thought, will he take that cock, but he did, albeit with a bit of a shout here and there and must have had at least six or seven inches up him before donkey gave a final thrust sending in what must have been nine or ten inches or perhaps even more. He rode Student's ass for some time but was suddenly interrupted by the image of someone arriving. We all moved to the stand-ups. The new arrival was none other than my factory worker friend. Garage Worker and Student recognised him at once and went back to their fuck. Factory gave me a nod, out came his cock and we both stood there wanking and watching while Garage gave Student the fuck of his life. Student wanked himself off before Garage had come off himself and he pulled off, dressed and with a wave left us.
Garage said he had waited weeks to get that Student who was a bit nervous and that was the first time he managed to persuade him to be fucked. Factory was playing with Garage's cock by now and nodded for me to have a feel. It felt good, particularly when Garage reached over and took my cock in one hand and Factory's cock in the other. Before we could finish we were interrupted. Neither of us seemed to fancy the newcomer and eventually Garage zipped up and moved to go out but on the way nodded for us to follow.
We met him across the road. 'You know where I live' he said to Factory. 'Got time to come home with your mate' - meaning me - 'it's OK for an hour or so then the folks will be home.' Factory looked at me. 'I'm OK for a while' I said. 'OK' said Garage 'see you there in ten minutes.' and off he walked. Factory and myself stayed chatting for a while then we go into my van and he directed me the half mile or so to Garage's street. We parked near and as we reached his door it opened and he invited us in - he'd been watching out for our arrival. His safe spot was a large shed out at the back of the property where he kept a motorbike. Useful he said, because if the folks arrived early we could always leave quietly down a side passage without being seen. He had it all sorted. Being summer and being hot all three of us were soon stripped off. Garage was into Groups it seemed and happy with most things. Factory wanted the donkey cock up between his legs for a while and while it was there I played with his ass and with Garage's ass, which he seemed to like. I got no resistance so moved to let my knob end tickle Garage's ass. His response was pretty quick, he reached behind, caught my cock and pulled it into his ass. When he let go I kept it going and was soon several inches up him with the cheeks of his ass squeezing and opening against my prick and getting into the rhythm of a first class fuck. Soon Garage gently eased Factory away and his cock out from between Factory’s legs: he equally gently turned Factory round and pulled him back onto his cock. Factory had been there before. He made no protest and pushed gently back and with some gasps and a bit of whispered shouting eventually took most of Garage’s cock - so there we were, me up Garage and Garage up Factory. It was erotic stuff, particularly when both me and Garage appeared to shoot our loads at the same time upon which, Factory, who was wanking himself whilst being fucked by Garage also shot his load. The sweat was pouring off us as we slowly dressed and made for off. I gave Factory a lift home and also saw both he and Garage a few more times before I changed my job and went to work elsewhere. I even managed to have a quick home session one evening with Student who had eventually overcome his nerves and become a regular visitor to Garage’s back garden.
So, that was one placed flagged up on my rounds. The second one was no less exciting and one I discovered, again by accident, and all will be revealed in the next episode.
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|Posted on Monday, October 21, 2019 - 10:05 pm: ||
City Life Part 4
Working in a Filling Station had its downside: shifts in particular and being confined to an indoor life, having been brought up in the Country.
I heard of a vacancy for a delivery driver with a local Firm, applied for the job and was successful. With regular hours and better wages I regained some of my freedom. Stories to follow.
My delivery work took me all over the West Midlands. One day, travelling back down the M5 I called at the Frankley Service Station to have a meal.. My first port of call on the way in was to visit the toilets. They were surprisingly quiet with just one young Guy in overalls washing his hands at the basins. I headed to the stand-ups and as I was peeing was aware that the Guy in overalls seemed to be taking his time washing his hands. A casual glance in his direction told me he was actually using the mirror to watch me. This was a bit of a turn-on so I tempted fate and made a somewhat open view of shaking off the spots, showing all which began to rise!
Another look told me that the Guy in overalls was now looking round to see the real thing and not a reflection. I gave him a full sideways flash of a tool that was now nearly solid.
His face lit up and leaving the basins he walked into a toilet immediately behind me, left the door open, stood sideways, pulled out his own knob to let me see that he was solid as well. Nothing enormous but a decent handful for all that. He nodded for me to join in but that wasn't my thing - despite the attraction of a nice cock. Looking a bit disappointed he left the toilet and headed towards the shower room and nodded for me to follow him there. I felt comfortable with that as the shower door could be locked on the inside and no one could look over or under the wall, and so a nice quickie wank followed. He wasn't a regular he told me, just passing, was in a small truck and would be parking up somewhere further down the Motorway when his driving hours were up.
I had a meal, another quick visit to the toilets on the way out but all was still quiet and headed home.
As the evening wore on my mind kept returning to the "quickie" at Frankley Services and a real need for something more. I had never had a real opportunity to fully explore the Worcester Lorry Park and, feeling well up for some action decided this was the night to investigate.
It was a warm, late summer's night I put on a tightish pair of jeans and a tee shirt, decided to wear my work boots as the area near the river could be muddy and around 8pm set off on foot, walking down to the Racecourse and following the path alongside the river towards the Grandstand. The area around the Grandstand was deserted so I climbed the low wall up onto the remains of an old viaduct where action was often available but found that deserted as well so I continued, dropped down the wall at the other end which brought me onto a pathway alongside the river and beneath the railway viaduct. Still no one in sight. Had I chosen the wrong night or was I too early? The path at this point was separated from the car park by a high fence but I knew there was a gap in the fence a little further on which would take me into the car park and to where the trucks parked however, before I reached that gap I saw a middle aged man wearing suit and tie coming towards me and closely followed by a much younger guy in jeans and tee shirt. The man passed without speaking, the young guy just nodded and continued after the older guy. Clearly they were up for some action under the viaduct or beyond and as darkness was falling they would not be seen from the other side of the river.
I left them to it - never one to ruin other people's fun, and arriving at the gap in the fence went to step through it only to collide with someone leaving the Car Park to come onto the river bank.
He apologised and stepped back. "No problem mate" I said. "Where does the path go?" he asked.
I explained it just went down under the railway viaduct and came up to a wall which you could climb and get onto the Racecourse. "Just wondered" he said "only I've been sat in my truck and seen one or two going that way and coming back after a while." "Is this yours?" I asked, pointing to the truck parked immediately facing the gap in the fence. "That's mine" he said, "first time I've parked here so don't know the place very well." He was from the North East and said he usually parked in Tewkesbury, adding it was not a bad place and usually someone about to chat to. I knew Tewkesbury well and where the Trucks parked at night. "I have a night down in Tewkesbury now and then" I told him, usually park by the trucks and have a walk into the town. "It's a good spot" he agreed, adding it was useful to have some toilets handy if you had one too many pints." As the conversation had turned to toilets I felt he was opening up the chat a bit so said he would be OK here as there was a large toilet block with a washroom under the Viaduct. He had used it he said, and had also spent five minutes reading the graffiti which I thought was opening the chat up even more. “I’ve seen it” I confessed. adding that I often wondered if anyone ever turned up when they said they would. “Might do” he said “there’s one there saying ‘here tonight 8.30 looking for some fun’ and those two Guys who have just gone down the path came out of the Toilets: a couple of Drivers went in with wash gear and I reckon they disturbed something!” That confirmed my thoughts - this Guy was OK. “Those toilets see a bit of action” I said “under the viaduct the same and up on the Racecourse near the Grandstand.” “You reckon those two Guys are having a fuck under the viaduct then?” he asked “Probably” I said. “Let’s have a look” he said heading to the gap, “won’t disturb them but nice to watch” I followed him but our luck was out for we had only gone a couple of yards when we met the suited Guy coming out. “Fucking shame” he said. “Never mind, the night’s young.” As we were about to turn back the young Guy who had also been under the viaduct came up the path and somewhat unexpectedly put his arm around my shoulder and said “long time no see, how’s tricks?”
Now a bit older, with crew cut hair it was none other than Bob the Forktruck Driver who I had met some months before and mistaken for being somewhat underage.
"Any luck down there?" I asked him referring to the Guy who had just left. "Waste of fucking space" was his reply, "just stood there like a fucking statue, didn't want to suck , fuck or even get his cock out, just wanted to watch me wanking." "We didn't miss anything then" I said "my mate here's into a bit of viewing and I was showing him the way round." "I suppose you've got a hard on as usual" said Bob, reaching across and groping my cock. which was well solid "I thought so" he said, "come on back down the path and I'll give it the same as last time and your mate here can watch." "I'm game" I said and was ready to head down under the viaduct when the Driver I was with said "I've got a better idea: back of my truck , it's empty and no one to disturb us" We all headed to his truck which had a side shutter which he unlocked and in we jumped with the driver pulling the shutter down. I whipped my cock out, Bob did the same and after a bit of foreplay he went down on his knees and took my meat between his lips. The driver was well into the action, had his own cock out and was wanking himself as he watched. Bob beckoned him to come nearer and when he did he moved his lips off my cock, took it in his hand and the Driver's cock in his other hand and began tonguing our knob ends in turn, sucking each cock in turn and eventually trying to suck on both at the same time. The Driver was well away, his arm came across my shoulders and each time Bob took his cock between his lips he gyrated in and out, getting faster and faster and soon shot a full load down Bob's throat. Immediately Bob moved on to me and soon received a second load then, standing up, with his cock solid as steel he gave himself half a dozen jerks and shot his own load.
"Well!" said the Driver, who later introduced himself as Cliff after we had tidied ourselves up, "what next?" "How about a pint?" asked Bob.
"Not a bad idea" said Cliff and a few minutes later we were sat in a nearby pub washing down the proceeds of the earlier excitement.
There were quite a few in the bar, including other drivers from the lorry park so the conversation was general - no mention of earlier events. After a while I became conscious of a young guy sat nearby who seemed to be giving me the eye and over the course of the next few minutes confirmed it as every time I looked towards him he was looking towards me. Having finished our pint I offered to buy another round which was accepted and after returning to the table I told Bob and Cliff I wanted a leak and headed to the toilets. I had forgotten about my admirer but, in the middle of my own piss the toilet door opened and in he came He came straight across and stood next to me. "Your haven't recognised me have you?" he said. "Sorry mate" I said, "but no." "Frankley" he said, "Frankley Services, earlier tonight." "Fucking hell" I said, "you've changed." "Surprising what a good wash and a change of clothes can do." he said. "Are those your mates?" he asked.
"One is" I told him and the other is a Driver we got chatting to on the Lorry Park." "They up for a bit of fun?" he asked "I've had fuck all luck here tonight." "My mate's OK: I think the Driver is: come and sit with us and let's take it from there."
I headed back to the lads with the Guy from Frankley and introduced him as a someone I'd met when I'd been out delivering in Birmingham and he was now parked up for the night across the road.
From the word go it was easy to see the new Guy (I'll call him Frank - after the place I met him) and Bob had instant chemistry - at times they even had their own conversation whilst the rest of us were talking about something else.
The inevitable "closing time" came and eventually we all left the pub and walked back across to the Lorry Park and stood in a group talking near Cliff's truck. Bob said he needed a piss and headed towards the toilet block: Frank said he was in need as well and followed Bob - which didn’t surprise me having noted their chemistry earlier however, much to my surprise they were back fairly quickly.
“I suppose it’s time to get the head down then” said Cliff whose truck we were near. “You mean you want to get on that bunk and have a wank” teased Bob. “Come and join me if you like” replied Cliff.
“What about these lads?” asked Bob, nodding towards Frank and me “can’t leave them out!”
“Better get this shutter up again then” said Cliff and two minutes later the four of us were in the back of the truck. Although it was now dark Cliff’s truck had a Perspex roof and a nearby lamp made it easy to see.
Bob set the trend. He stripped completely off in about a minute flat and Frank followed suit. Cliff and myself just stood back and watched. What an act they put on. I knew Bob was a randy cunt but Frank was his match. They sucked, wanked, kissed and eventually Bob asked Frank if he wanted to take a length - the answer was ’Yes’ and without hesitation Bob reached down into his jeans lying on the floor, grabbed a Durex, slipped it on to his tool and turning Frank around was quickly shagging the ass off him.
I looked across at Cliff whose truck we were in - he was transfixed, cock out and giving himself a slow wank. He caught sight of me looking and winked and gave me a thumbs up. Frank, obviously enjoying the fuck beckoned for me to go over which I did and promptly he took hold of my cock, put his lips around it and started giving me a top class blowjob. I motioned for Cliff to come over and Frank began doing what Bob had done earlier, sucking us both in turn. Bob was enjoying the fuck and obviously getting a thrill out of watching what was happening in front of him.
As ever all good things have to come to an end. Cliff said he wanted to see everyone shoot their load - and it was his truck we were in so we all stood in a line and finished ourselves off.
Everyone seemed reluctant to part but the two drivers obviously had to get their heads down and eventually we separated. Bob had his bike nearby said he would walk towards home with me. As we went under the viaduct towards a gap in the fence which give access into the Racecourse the night took a final twist. Right by the gap was a truck with driver sat in it with curtains open and lights on and as we passed he wound his window down and said "aren't we speaking them?" We paused: Bob looked up and recognising the driver said "Hello Mate. How long have you been parked up?" "About and hour was the reply." "Certainly didn't see you about earlier" said Bob, "pity !" The driver at this point jumped down from his cab. Bob introduced him to me. "You in a hurry?" asked the Driver. "Not got a lot of time" replied Bob, "early start tomorrow." "Give me a quick suck-off then" said the Driver, moving down the side of his truck where it was dark.
We both followed, "I'll keep a watch" I said, and in no time Bob was giving the Driver a blowjob - and what a blowjob it was as the Driver was very well hung. Once over Bob said "see you again mate" and off we set for home. On the way Bob reminded me of the night we had first chatted and the Guy who came out of the toilets into his car, followed by a Trucker when we thought there was no one in there - well that was the Trucker we had seen. "Pity he wasn't about earlier" I commented, "we could have made it a five-some: bet Frank would have liked a length of what he's got."
Eventually we reached the point where Bob and I would part and I took the initiative and asked if he wanted to stay the night but said I had an early start so he would have to be up and away early. He was happy with that and both stripped and in bed together we managed our third shoot of the day. The joys of being young!!
Not many weeks later my career took off in another direction - the Construction Industry, and all the Stories about that to follow - in the meanwhile however, the next three stories are about my adventures as a delivery driver and, finally, thanks for reading and I hope they stirred a few hormones for you!
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|Posted on Saturday, October 19, 2019 - 10:31 pm: ||
City Life Part 3
A weekend off work was always appreciated and on one such weekend, the weather being hot and preferring the outdoors I decided on the Sunday morning to take a bike ride out of the City along the towpath of the Worcester to Birmingham canal which I had been told had its moments.
I joined the canal at Gregory's Bank at about midday and pedalled north under Bilford Road and reached Blackpole Road bridge where the built-up area was more or less left behind just the Warndon Housing Estate on my right and open fields on the left. All seemed deserted - a dog walker and someone also on a bike heading the other way - still that was fine - being away from the madding crowds was something of a tonic. Eventually I came to a bridge which linked fields either side of the canal. It had obviously had no use for some time as, apart from a narrow well worn footpath it was overgrown and, now a couple of miles from the City I propped the bike against the bridge and stood at its centre taking in the view.
After a few minutes I heard someone approaching from behind and turning a young lad pedalled past on a bike, just raising his hand and shouting the usual greeting "alright mate?" to which I reply "fine thanks"
I watched him continue then a hundred yards or so on he stopped, dismounted, looked back in the direction he had come from and then pushed his bike through a gap in a tall hedge and disappeared.
It was ten minutes or more before I decided to carry on. As I passed the spot where the other cyclist had gone through the hedge I paused: there was a well worn track into some rough ground probably half the size of a football pitch which was overgrown with fern, grass and clumps of bushes. There was no sign of the other Guy.
I pedalled on, under the A449 link road from the Motorway and eventually reached the Droitwich to Pershore road where I stopped again, this time leaning on a field gate watching the traffic on the Motorway. I was startled by a voice behind me asking "how's it going the mate?" Because of the traffic noise I had not heard anyone approaching and turned round to find my fellow cyclist had caught up with me. "Alright" I told him, "nothing like a bit of fresh air." "Too fucking true mate" was his response, then asked if I fancied a hangover as he was trying to get rid of one. "Not particularly" I replied, asking what he'd been up to to get his.
He told me he had been working away for a couple of weeks with a two other lads in Birmingham and the job had finished the previous night so they had hit the pub to celebrate and stayed in their Digs because no one was fit to drive and had come home that morning. When I asked what the job was he said it was rewiring a large factory unit, adding that it was also in a lively area. "How lively?" I asked him. "Let's put it this way" he said " a quick trip to the corner shop guaranteed at least one offer of a good time from one of the Street Girls and a visit to the toilets near the factory gate to answer the call of nature guaranteed an offer from one of the local lads for a good time as well" adding "they were a good crowd though and we had many a laugh with them in the local pub at nights." "Mind you" he went on "I don't know where some of the girls got their strength: you'd see them getting hooked with a Guy and disappearing and they would be back in twenty minutes with the job done. The story was that if a Guy didn't come off in five minutes they pulled away and gave him a hand job till he did." "Sounds a bit like a treadmill" I said asking if he had been tempted. "No" he replied "not going to pay for a fucking shag,. I'd rather have a free fucking wank from one of the lads." "Nothing wrong with that" I replied, "not many lads can say they haven't jerked off with a mate at some time in their life." "Too fucking true mate" he replied, "I certainly have."
I was getting ready for a piss at this time and excused myself saying "see you in a minute mate, just got to answer the call of nature" and with that I climbed over the gate into the field with had a good thick hedge where, hidden from the canal and the nearby road, I dropped my zip and before I had finished and pulled my tool out my companion had jumped over the gate and was standing alongside me - "I'll join you mate" he said, "Still go a few pints of ale to get rid of I think."
I was conscious that throughout he was eyeing up my cock which had remained slack to this point. As I finished and started to shake the spots off , still watching what I was doing, he remarked that "that's a useful looking tool, some of they Birmingham lads would like to get their hands around it for sure."
"Well" I said, "like you a few of my mates have played with it over the years so a few more won't hurt."
By now things were beginning to rise rapidly and looking down so was my mate's tool which was no tiny one, in fact a bit above average in length and thickness. "Alright if I have a feel at it?" he asked. "Be my guest" I replied and he moved up and began to squeeze and jerk my tool. "Have a feel at this" he said, nodding down at his own weapon. I obliged. After a short while he said we were a bit out in the open, there was a better place back down the canal. We picked up our bikes, my friend, who told me his name was Ben, lead the way and stopped at the gap in the hedge I had noticed earlier. He dismounted and I followed suit. Leading the way still he headed to the far side of the waste land where there was an even higher hedge with several well hidden places which showed signed of previous use.
With bikes laid down we both instinctively dropped our jeans and carried on where we had left off earlier, gently wanking each other. After a while Ben asking if I liked being sucked. "Love it" I told him and with that he was down on is knees, first of all tonguing my knob end then gradually taking his lips down the shaft till the whole length was down his throat. He was no beginner and gradually worked me up to the point of shooting a load and even though I gave him the nod he kept going and swallowed all.
Standing up, turning sideways with arm around my waist he then finished himself off - and some finish: I'm not sure if I have seen a Guy shoot so much and so far before or since. When he finally stopped, and with a bit of a grin, I said, "if that's what happens with a hangover I'd better head for the pub." "D'you fancy a pint?" he asked. "Sure do" I replied. "Follow me" he said and a few minutes later we were enjoying a pint. It turned into two pints. "What next" asked Ben, as we drained the glasses.
"My turn now" I said, "follow me"
Five minutes later we were down at the Racecourse - the quiet end where some weeks earlier I had met Jim the bus driver. The Racecourse was deserted and the grass had grown considerably since my previous visit. Ben was quite impressed with the location. We stripped off to the waist and took advantage of the sun. Ben had a very athletic build and the removal of the shirt revealed a couple of tattoos which I always find attractive. The sun bathing soon turned to a bit of wrestling with the inevitable stirring between the legs. The area was still deserted and with the long grass there was little need to disappear into the bushes for privacy. Ben eventually repeated his earlier "finish" sending yet another load across the grass and mine was soon to follow.
All-in-all not bad for a Sunday when I didn't expect much to happen .. and I still hadn't made a night of it at the Lorry Park so there was something to look forward to.
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|Posted on Wednesday, October 16, 2019 - 11:54 am: ||
City Life Part 2
Finding a chance to check out the Lorry Park took a while. Doing shift work disrupts social life and, with Lorry Parks being best visited in late evening, I was at such times either getting ready to go to work, or just finishing work and heading home.
As a stop-gap I did a few late afternoon visits to familiarise myself with the area and sat on a nearby riverside seat to watch the comings and goings.
The toilet block was somewhat unusual. It was built beneath a railway viaduct - the main Worcester to Hereford line crossing the area at some height. The toilet block was built on a brick platform some twenty or so feet above the car park and accessed by a set of concrete steps - locals could tell me that the area frequently flooded in the winter months and being at such a height the toilets were protected from flood damage. The big advantage was that if you were inside any new arrivals were easily detected before they entered.
A few faces appeared regularly and from the length of time some spent in the toilet it seemed certain that some action occurred but I didn't get involved, preferring just to sit and watch.
I was also a little concerned to find that it appeared to be the haunt of a young guy who frequently appeared riding a bike which he left under the steps and was often inside the toilets for some time: a guy who I felt was probably very much underage and therefore a risk.
It was some weeks before I visited the spot in the evening and that was actually a day when I had to be at work by 10pm but feeling particularly randy decided to call in on the way to work.
I got to the Lorry Park just as dusk was falling about 8.30. It was certainly different to previous visits - a few cars but probably thirty to forty trucks. I left my bike at the bottom of the steps and checked the toilets but they were empty - one lock-up appeared to be in use and the washroom deserted so I decided I would go an sit on the usual seat and see what happened.
As I got to the bottom of the steps someone else rode into the car park on a bike and headed to the toilets - a Guy in what was obviously working clothes - boots, jeans, donkey jacket and a shoulder bag presumably containing sandwiches and a flask. He stopped in front of me and without any preamble asked "anything doing mate?" I was a bit cautious replying "only just got here myself mate and had a piss."
The new arrival didn't seem to be as cautious and said "been dead for the last couple of weeks: not even a fucking wank here these days. You had any luck?" Still being cautious I told him it was first time I had called at night. "Oh!" he responded, "I felt sure I'd seen you before sat over on the seats by the river."
I admitted I did sometimes sit on the seats in the afternoon but didn't remember seeing him about.
"Not in my work gear then" he said "just casual stuff" at which point he pulled back the woollen hat he was wearing and I instantly recognised the young guy that I was more than wary of.
"I recognise you now" I said expressing surprise to see he was off to work because I didn't think he was old enough to be a worker. "Story of my fucking life" he told me, adding he would be twenty next birthday and, apart from a couple of pubs where they knew him he had to carry some ID to prove his age if he went out for a pint. "Suppose it works your way at time though" I said "a lot of Guys like a bit of young cock"
I had warmed to this lad now, he was down-to-earth and the fact that he wasn't underage as I had previously thought stirred a few hormones. My cock started to rise to the occasion. We were both sat on the seats of our bikes at this time facing each other and a quick glance told me my companion was either getting a hard on himself or failing that had a pretty decent size of slack.
His next question threw me a bit at the time. "How much do you charge? he asked. "Charge?" I said "you mean for a bit of cock?" "Yes" he said. "I don't mate" I said, "do you then?" "Depends who it is" he answered, "no harm in asking, and if they say no I might carry on for free anyway." Before I could say anything he added "and with what you've got hanging there mate I reckon some Guys would pay for a length of that!" I'd seen him checking out my crotch and now I looked down at him and he clearly had a hard on so I replied saying I thought what he was showing didn't look too bad either. In response he reached across and felt my cock, which rose a bit further to meet the occasion and said he thought it felt thicker than his and invited me to feel it. I did and said he had nothing to complain about.
Our conversation was interrupted by someone coming out of the toilets. A middle aged man, casually dressed came down the steps and headed towards a nearby car.
"There was a lock-up in use when I looked in" I told my mate, "so suppose that's him."
My mate said it was a new face to him but whilst we were watching another figure appeared coming down the steps - this time carrying a shoulder bag and towel and clearly a trucker.
"There was no sign of him inside" I told my mate, "unless..." He finished the sentence for me.. "unless he was in the lock-up with the Guy from the car."
The point was soon proved for as the car drove out, passing the driver now heading towards a truck, the car driver wound the window down and was clearly heard saying "Cheers pal! Might see you again!" and he was gone.
My mate broke the silence. "Trucker's a nice bloke, well hung as well" he said, adding he had met him a few times and even been in the cab with him. He also said that the Trucker usually hung around the Grandstand on the Racecourse and was into group fun.
"Don't know that spot" I told my mate, and asked exactly where it was.
"Follow me" he said, and peddled off out of the car park, down the road a short distance and into the road leading up to the Grandstand. Two minutes later we were up near the Grandstands and my mate pulled up near a piece of waste ground with a few bushes and some derelict arches of some sort.
"Good spot this" he said, "no street lights, out of the way! First time I saw the driver of that truck he was here with another Guy and I joined in. I suppose you've still go a hard on" he continued and at the same time reach across and started playing with my cock. "Fancy a wank?" he asked, at the same time unzipping his jeans and lobbing his own cock out. We put our bikes against a wall and set about jerking each other off. "Trucker would love this" said my companion, "he'd want to try getting both our cocks between his lips." "I'd be up for that" I said "can't beat someone giving you a good blowjob." Within seconds my mate was on his knees with my cock well down his throat. He was giving one of the best sucks I had ever had and wanking himself off at the same time. When I came towards the climax he indicated he wanted to keep going and swallow. I let him and from the convulsions and noise he made realised he had come off at the same time.
As he got up of his knees his first comment was "Thanks Mate - that'll be something to think about when I have another wank during the night." "Same here" I said "except where I work no chance of a quick wank." I told him where that was and he said he was a Fork truck driver in a Warehouse so could usually nip off for ten minutes and on one shift there was a mate who used to join in.
"Sounds good" I told him, "but suppose be had both better be on our way to do a bit of work." "Unfortunately" he said, "I'm Bob by the way and look forward to a bit more of that."
We headed in the same direction for a while then, when we had to separate we stopped for a couple of minutes of chat. A good daytime and early evening spot he said was along the canal towpath but well out of the City towards the Motorway. Another place to explore!
We parted company and headed to our night shift but Bob was to turn up again, particularly around the Lorry Park where he proved quite an attraction and got some good group sessions going - but more of that later.
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|Posted on Saturday, October 12, 2019 - 09:16 pm: ||
City Life - Part 1 of 4
Many years ago I took a job in the Worcester area: it turned out to be a poor move: I hated the job, quickly found something else which, although involving shifts and night work wasn't too bad.
I hadn't really explored the City and was still learning my way around: I'd found one or two what I will call 'interesting places' and seen the same faces in some of them obviously 'exploring' as I was. It had even got to the point where a couple of them would nod in acknowledgement if they saw me but there was never any interaction.
One particular hot day, having worked overnight, and finding my flat too uncomfortable for sleep I decided to set off and find somewhere a bit cooler, perhaps get a bit of sleep and a bit of sunbathing.
I'd never really explored the Racecourse, even though it was only a few minutes walk from home, but knew the river Severn ran alongside it and thought it might be a quiet and cool location for some rest.
I grabbed my bike, set off, and was there in no time. It was early afternoon and deserted. I found a pleasant spot between the Course and the river, stripped off to the waist, laid down in the sun and dozed off.
Quite how long I slept I don't know, but I remember waking up and, as the brain got into gear the first question it asked was 'where am I?' The answer came instantly. The second recollection was a bit more embarrassing - brain said "you've got a hard on". Waking up with a hard on seems to be a feature of ones younger years and when you are hidden in bed, beneath the sheets, it's not such a problem, but here, in the middle of a public space was different and I lifted my head slightly to see if I had been caught out. I had. Standing just a few yards from me, leaning on the rail alongside the race course was a man, probably early twenties, looking straight in my direction. I sat up swiftly to try and hide my embarrassment.
“Your were well away there!” said the Onlooker. “Bit knackered” I said, “was on nights last night and too hot to kip at home so came to find somewhere a bit cooler.” “You did right” he responded. “I work shifts and know what it’s like: only just finished myself after an early start.”
By now Onlooker was walking in my direction. His dress told me he was probably a bus driver but the unexpected sight was that clearly visible, down the left leg of his work trousers, was the outline of a cock which was far from slack! Onlooker must have noticed me eyeing him up and, nodding down at his crutch, and at the same time squeezing his cock , without showing any embarrassment himself just said ‘it happens to us all mate!”. By now he was alongside me: he laid down on his side and I turned on my side facing him, my own cock showing no signs of calming down - in fact quite the opposite.
Probably as an automatic reply, I’m not sure, but I repeated his gesture, squeezed my own solid cock and said “it sure does, but not the best of times laid on your back in the middle of a Racecourse.”
“No one else about” he responded, “so no harm done.”
“Not so sure about that” I said and changing the subject, ‘by the looks of my arms I’m going to have a bit of sunburn to sort out.” “I think you might be right” agreed my Companion, eyeing up my arms and chest, “let’s move over into the corner by the river, there’s some shade there, and, (with a grin) less chance of being seen with a hard on.” We stood up, I picked up my bike and followed my new mate to the corner he had mentioned. It was certainly a nice quiet spot with plenty of shade. We laid down, again on our sides facing each other. “Have you been down here before?” he asked. “No” I told him, “first time.”
“It’s OK here for a bit of peace and quiet” he said, “and if the old weapon won’t lie down you can always nip in the bushes and get your hand round it” and nodding down at me added, “and it looks as though yours doesn’t want to lie down yet.” “Or yours by the looks of things” I replied having checked him out and seen he was still sprouting a good stiff prick himself.
“I’ll have to something about it before long if it carries on like this” he said, at the same time squeezing his cock once more.
"You've obviously been here before" I commented, "is it usually quiet like this?" "Usually" he replied, "that's why I like it: better than some places which get a bit busy at time." By now I was fairly sure we were on the same wavelength so pushed the conversation a bit further - "where in particular?" I asked.
He named a few places which included some I already knew and more or less confirmed that he was not averse to a bit of action if the opportunity arose.
"So! Where do you work?" he asked. I told him I was working at a Filling Station at the time. He knew it and remarked it always seemed busy, even at night because it was on one of the main roads through the City. 'Glad it is" I said, "at least the time goes by quickly and some of the regulars who call, particularly the Truckers always have a story to tell."
At the mention of Truckers he asked if I ever sat on the riverside at the other end of the Racecourse where the big car park became a Lorry park at nights. I admitted I knew where he meant but hadn't spent any time there. "Some decent lads there some nights" he said, giving another of his grins, "worth a visit - more than a few like me and you with a hard on ready to give each other a hand."
That confirmed it: he was up for a wank at least. "Perhaps we had better give each other a hand now" I said, once more squeezing my solid cock, "as it looks as though we're both ready to." He just nodded, stood up and headed towards to nearby bushes. I followed. As soon as we were under cover he had his flies open and pulled out a very nice thick, solid cock. I did likewise. "Nice" he said, letting go of his own piece of meat and reaching across to take mine in his fist. Instinctively I reached back and took his in my hand and our mutual wank was underway. As the tempo built up my new mate move slowly back to lean on a nearby tree at the same time releasing his work trousers allowing them to fall to his thighs: once firmly leaning on the tree he pulled me further in and guided my very solid cock between his legs, closing them tight and instinctively I began to gyrate in an out. My companion uttered just two words - "fucking lovely" and pulled me in closer. I'm sure we had been building up to this since we had met and were both soon reaching climax point. I pulled gently away not wanting to explode over his work clothes: he obviously realised that I was near to coming and as I pulled back he went down on his knees besides me. I was almost expecting him to take me down his throat but instead, with eyes fixed, he took hold of me once more and expertly jerked me off, watching as I shot, with legs trembling, well into the bushes.
Standing up, with arm placed around my shoulder he invited me to finish him off as well and very soon, with my fist around his throbbing tool he was also sending a stream off into the undergrowth.
We stood there for a while, arms around each others shoulders and getting our breath back.
My new mate was first to speak "that" he said "was how I like it; nice, gentle and straightforward"
"Same here" I confessed, "not into the heavy stuff personally." "Thank fuck for that" he replied, "very often meet someone who ticks your boxes only to find out you have very different tastes." "That's true" I admitted, "but anytime you're about I'm game for a repeat."
After a few minutes lying back in the grass my mate said he had to be heading home and I had to do the same. We set off walking together, me pushing my bike and another pleasant surprise was to find that he lived only a few streets away from me. He was however married and sensibly discrete. Only as we parted did we exchange names: his was Jim. We met a few times over the coming weeks, sometimes out and about, sometimes had a pint together and he dropped home with me before heading off to his own place. One of those sensible friendships the memory of which lingers.
Back to the then though - the Lorry Park at the other end of the Racecourse had to be investigated!!
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|Posted on Wednesday, September 11, 2019 - 11:42 pm: ||
Days of old. Saturday night on the Bristol to Derby train.
In the days of railway carriages with compartments I was a regular Saturday evening traveller on the Bristol to Derby train. It used to leave Bristol around 19.30hrs
I was usually at the Station by 18.45hrs and used to spend a few minutes in the subway toilets and although hit and miss was sometimes successful.
It's long enough back not to compromise anyone, but one of the then Porter-Cleaners, a small youngish guy, was always on the lookout for a bit of excitement and we met from time to time.
This particular Autumn Saturday was no different. Jimmy (not his real name) the Porter was in the washroom cleaning the sinks. He quickly told me there was a youngish bloke in cubicle 8 with a great cock which he had wanked under the wall but he didn't seem to want to come out into the washroom or the Porters room with the lock on the door! I went in to cubicle 7 and wasted no time in letting the shadow of me wanking appear on the floor. Sure enough an arm came under the wall in no time. I went down to enjoy the action. After a couple of minutes I got the invite to play back. I reached under the wall and was guided onto a lovely long thick cock. After a few more swaps the Guy in No.8 passed a note to me which just said 'sorry mate, got to get my train' and with that he was gone.
When I went out Jimmy was still at the sinks. 'No luck?' he asked. 'I showed him the note'
'Fucking nice butch lad' said Jimmy 'and what a cock. I could have done with a mouth full of that.' 'Better have a mouth full of mine then' I teased, and followed him into the Porters’ room where he locked the door and was down on his knees accepting a mouthful of my rampant cock within seconds. Jimmy used to wank himself as he sucked and on this night he came off very quickly but kept going and finished me off soon after.
I did a quick tidy up, said 'see you soon' to Jimmy and with my train due out in less than five minutes shot off to the platform.
As usual the carriages near the stairs had a few passenger per compartment but I knew that further back there would be plenty of empty ones. The next to last carriage was almost empty and the last carriage had just one occupied compartment with one passenger - and I felt sure at a quick glance that it was the guy from cubicle 8.
Nothing ventured nothing gained. I opened the sliding door, said 'mind if I join you mate?'
'Come in' he said 'don't mind a bit of company.' I did a further quick check - definitely the same guy - I remembered seeing those black boots under the wall, those black jeans and yes, the one arm had the tattoo I'd seen under the wall. He'd taken his jacket off and it was on the seat. I motioned to it. 'Is a bit warmer in here' I said 'I'll join you' and I took my own jacket off and stretched up in front of him to put it on the rack. I was wearing fairly tight pale blue jeans and, even though I had come off a few minutes earlier, the sight of this bloke had got me on the up again. I caught his look at the bulge which was growing down my left leg. Go for it I thought. I groped my rising cock and said 'sorry about that mate, been feeling a bit rampant and haven't had a chance to get any exercise!' His reply was swift 'join the club mate' he said, at the same time stretching out, groping his own cock and showing it solid and half way down to his knee. 'Fucking hell man!' I said, 'don't think I can compete with that. Looks like a two hand job to toss that one off.' 'One hand or two' he said 'don't care a fuck as long as it's someone else's hand doing it.' 'Let's get this train on the move' I said 'and see if we can help each other out.' 'You're on' he said and reached over to have a good feel and my now completely solid cock. 'Just seeing what I've got to look forward to' he said. I had a quick feel back and said 'I think we might have already had a test run down in the subway toilets.' He said he'd had a couple of plays down there but had to leave to get this train. 'I'm the guy you passed the note to' I told him. 'Fucking brilliant' he said 'looks as though we can carry on after all.
Just at that point the train started off. We put the lights onto dim and was about to drop the blinds when someone came down the corridor and went past. Relief - let's get going - but the relief was short lived for the person who had gone past came back, and not only that opened the door and said 'mind if I join you lads? it's a bit lonely down this end'
There wasn't a lot we could do.
The new arrival was clad in boots, overalls, thick jacket, flat work cap with leather top and carrying two shoulder bags. The jacket came off and with the bags went up on the rack. He was very chatty. Good looking character, maybe thirty or so and told us he was a railway maintenance man on his way to meet a gang at Cheltenham then off by truck to work on the main line overnight.
'Could do without it' he told us 'haven't had a fucking Saturday night out for weeks.
The best I get is a cup of cold tea out of this thing - pointing to a tin jug - and if I'm lucky a quick fucking wank behind an empty signal box - no substitute for a few beers and a good shag. '
Why d'you say " if you're lucky' I asked him 'I'd have thought at night, on a deserted track you could have slipped quietly off and shot your load anywhere.
'You don't know the lads in the gang' he said 'there great piss-takers - see you slipping away and the next thing they're onto it.
I usually wait till we have a break when we split up and find somewhere to sit: My mate comes with me so no one thinks any more about it and more often than not he ends up having a wank as well' '
Sounds good' I said 'I've got a couple of mates like that though we usually end up giving each other a hand.'
'No other way' he said 'don't believe in wanking myself if someone else wants to have a go.'
It was the turn of the guy from cubicle 8 now.
'We were just on about missing out on Saturday night when you came in' he said 'and my mate here (nodding to me) had just said 'and look at this to prove it' and had stretched out to show he'd got a steaming great hard on.'
'Still have' I said and stretched again to show it in all its glory! 'And me' said cubicle 8, also stretching to show his solid pride and joy.
'I've got to see these two' said the Rail man and he stood up and quickly pulled down the window blinds.
'Let's have a flash' he said, 'see how they compare' and as we both stood up, dropped our zips and pulled our erect cocks out for display.
Rail man pulled his cock out and offered it in our direction for a feel.
I went first. It was a good one and almost equal to cubicle 8 who was now alongside me.
Rail man reached over and took us one in each hand. 'Fucking lovely' he said 'many a moon since I had a cock in both hands.
Keep an eye on the corridor' he said, and was rapidly down on his knees taking us one after another into his mouth, even trying to get both in at the same time.
This was rampant stuff and even though I'd come off only half and hour or so earlier I was ready to shoot again.
Cubicle 8 had had plenty of play but hadn't come off at all and he was also on the verge of shooting. Rail man paused only to whisper 'go on lads, let it come.'
We obliged and what shot across the floor between our legs told us that rail man had come as well. We weren't far from Cheltenham.
Rail man produced some cloth and did a quick clean up on himself and then on the floor and as the train slid to a halt at Cheltenham no one would ever have know that anything other than three passengers had quietly shared the same compartment.
Rail man left. Before he went I told him I was quite a regular on the train.
Unfortunately I didn't ever run into him again.
Cubicle 8 was going as far as Birmingham. He'd been to Bristol to watch a Rovers match.
I was going on to Derby. The hope was that no one would join us at Cheltenham. They didn't. The ticket Inspector came shortly after leaving Cheltenham. The train was to stop at Worcester and again the compartment remained empty which was a good thing because by then we were both after more and the forty or so minutes between Worcester and Birmingham was well taken up with another good wanking session, some great kissing with cocks firmly between each others tightly shut legs and some rapid pseudo shagging and another load of spunk shooting out of our cocks.
The journey beyond Birmingham was dull beyond all measure and I never saw cubicle 8 again either. Even now, many years later, that’s one of the nights that often springs up in my mind.
Good old railway carriages. Nothing could be the same today.
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|Posted on Wednesday, September 11, 2019 - 11:28 pm: ||
Tyre Fitter - Part 3 of 3.
Having moved home I rarely passed the particular depot where Steve the tyre fitter works and I had not seen him on my travels. One day recently however, due to a traffic diversion I had to go through the estate where he works, and was held up by some road works right outside the Depot.
Whilst I was waiting for the lights to change he appeared in the doorway so I tooted at him and put my hand up: he looked hard, then recognised me and rushed over. ‘Fucking hell man’, he said, ‘I thought you had emigrated. Where’ve you fucking been then?’ ‘Not far’ I told him, ‘just not down this way very often.’ ‘Come on in’ he said, ‘it’s quiet at the minute. I’ll get a coffee going’ ‘Cheers’ I said, and pulled onto the Depot forecourt, parked, then went inside and found him in the rest room with the kettle in full swing. ‘Ay’ he said ‘having a quiet few minutes. A couple of the lads are out on breakdowns, Chris there is doing an exhaust and the boss is having a day off so we might manage ten minutes without an interruption’
The rest room was very conveniently at the end of a corridor.
He shut the door leading out to the Workshop. ‘Give us a bit of warning if anyone comes in’ he said on return, giving another of those cheeky winks of his.
‘Let’s see if it’s grown then’ he said, slipping his hand inside my zip and sliding my now very solid tool out into his hand. ‘Just how I remember it’ he said and then he was on his knees and taking my full shaft down his throat. As previously the sensation was brilliant, if not better. ‘You’ve had some practice mate’ I said, but getting a bit near completion I lifted him gently off. ‘Savour the moment’ I said, and went down to give him a few seconds of pleasure.
I could tell he was about to explode as I was I so I came up. Without anything being said he moved out into the corridor and turned into the toilets (where we had first met on that day I had called to have a puncture repaired many months previously). I followed. He put his one arm round me, his other hand began wanking firmly at my rampant prick and his tongue pushed in through my lips to complete the connection. I took hold of his prick and a few seconds later we parted rapidly and shot our loads one each into the two stand-up troughs.
After a quick tidy up we returned to the rest room and set about the waiting cup of coffee.
‘Do you ever see the mate who came out to my ‘local’ with you a few months back?’ I asked.
‘You mean ‘Andy?’ he asked ‘tipper driver for XXXXXX!’
‘That’s him’ I said, ‘didn’t know his name.’
‘Yes’ he said ‘but not all that often now because. he’s changed his job and doing long-distance and continental work and sometimes away for days at a time, but, by fuck, does he have some stories to tell.
Hang on a minute’ he said ‘let’s find out where he’s hanging about today.’
He took his mobile out of his pocket, looked up a number and dialled it but got no reply.
‘Must be away from his truck’ he said and we carried on with the coffee and catching up on the usual, what, when, where and who with stuff.
We had just finished and I was getting ready to go when Steve’s mobile rang. He picked it up, looked at the screen and his face lit up. ‘Andy’ he mouthed as he answered the call.
They had a short conversation during which Steve told him I was there and he sent the message ‘time we three had another night out together’ which I didn’t dispute.
There were a few laughs, and things like ‘lucky bastard’ and ‘why not’ and ‘you don’t think we’ve just been sat here doing nothing do you?’ were banded about.
Andy, it seems, was parked up in a rest area on a Belgium motorway and at the time we had rung he was in the process of being sucked off by a local van driver and had ignored his mobile. Steve’s answer about ‘sat doing nothing’ had been in response to Andy’s question about whether we had had it off or not.
So another brief but satisfying encounter with my tyre fitter friend and a repeat night out with him and Andy on the cards.
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|Posted on Tuesday, September 10, 2019 - 11:06 pm: ||
Tyre Fitter Part 2 of 3
After a house move I explored a couple of Local Pubs.
One became a favourite because it was near an Industrial Estate and often became busy in late Evening when shifts changed and was much used by Truckers parked on the Estate overnight giving, if nothing else, some good viewing.
One hot summer’s evening I headed off for a pint or two. The place was heaving.
I got my pint and into conversation with one of the regulars. There was some inter-pub darts and dominoes competition taking place. No complaints: plenty of viewing.
After about 15 minutes one of the bar staff tapped me on the shoulder and said ‘a gentleman across on the other side of the bar says would you like a drink?’ I looked over to where she was indicating and got a thumbs up signal from someone who I did not recognise.
Never one to refuse a pint however, I said ‘yes please, the usual’ and gave him a thumbs up signal back in thanks. Either I had been mistaken as someone else, or, for the first time for some years I’d got an admirer - and a decent one at that!!!
I carried on watching the crowd and chatting to the Regular who eventually drank up and headed off to another pub. Shortly after he had left I went to the toilet for a piss.
Shame, but it was empty but whilst I was still peeing someone came in and stood alongside me. I gave the statutory glance in his direction.
He looked across and said ‘you haven’t recognised me have you?’
I looked closely. It was the mystery buyer. ‘
Thanks for the pint’ I said, ‘but sorry, no, I can’t put a name to your face.
‘******tyres? Pit lay-by?’ he said
‘Fucking hell man’ I said ‘you scrub up well - but just how I imagined you under those overalls though’
‘So where have you been of late’? he asked ‘I’ve not seen you about. Have you still got my mobile number?’
I told him about the home move so hadn’t been about and still had his mobile numbe on my phone but I hadn‘t liked to ring. ‘Anyway’ I asked ‘what are you doing here?’
It turns out he was a regular at one of the pubs in the competition and had come along to do a bit of supporting.
He had also brought a mate but because he was driving he was on the non-alcoholic.
‘Where’s your mate then?’ I asked. ‘He’s playing darts at present’ he said
‘Pity you’ve got company’ I said, ‘I could just do with a quiet half-hour somewhere!!
‘Might not be a problem’ he said, giving me one of those winks again.
‘Tell me more’ I said as we headed back to the bar.
He said his mate was OK. They had met on a breakdown , adding, that he used to drive a skip lorry at the time and had had a puncture on the roadside and when the job was done he told his mate he needed a piss before they did the paperwork and had stood behind his mate‘s skip lorry, got his prick out and started to have a leak, deliberately leaving it hanging.
His mate had joined him and got out an absolute beauty of a cock and made no attempt to hide it away.
One thing had led to another, they had given each other a hand job and been mates ever since.
He said when they have a couple of pints now and then they go down to the local cruising areas and get a bit of a session going - doesn’t always work though because when two of us turn up together it scares a few off - we get mistaken for the law so one of us gets out and walks up the road and we meet up later in the wood.
‘Who’s he work for now then?’ I asked. He told me.
I was about to say I might know him when he arrived at the bar.
I recognised him immediately.
‘How you doing then? he said to me and then looking at his Tyre Fitter mate said ‘you two know each other then?’
‘Not so bad’ I answered, and added ‘we’ve met’ nodding at Tyreman.
‘Won’t ask where’ he said, giving a knowing wink.
’Believe it or not we met in the Depot’ said Tyreman, ‘but we’ve seen each other out and about since.
So you two know each other as well then ?’ said Tyreman..
‘We’ve met as well’ said Tipper ‘small world!’
I asked if they fancied a drink and then went and got a round in.
When I got back they had obviously exchanged a few details and filled each other in about where they had met me.
We had our drink and some general chat, breaking off occasionally to comment on what passed by. When we finished our drinks the two lads said they didn’t want any more and I had had enough so we stood up and made to leave.
‘How are you travelling?’ asked Tyreman. ‘Walking’ I said. ‘Which direction?’ he asked
I told him. ‘We’ll give you a lift’ he said, ‘its on our way.’
‘Cheers’ I said, ‘hang on while I have a piss and I’ll be with you.’
‘We’ll join you said Tipper’ and they followed me into the Gents which was empty.
We stood there pissing away and all eyeing each others prick up and down.
When we had finished Tyreman grabbed Tippers tool and said to me ‘not a bad weapon is it’ ‘Beauty isn’t it’ I replied, looks as though it’s ready for some exercise’
‘Piss off’ said Tipper, ‘perhaps later!’ and with a laugh we walked out to their car.
I sat in the back and off we set. ‘Where are you two heading then’ I asked.
‘Straight home tonight’ said Tipper, ‘early start tomorrow, might have half an hour at home with Tyreman on the way.’
‘Can’t fault you’ I said. By now we were nearing the end of my road and I told them where to pull in.
As the car stopped Tyreman said ‘pity you can’t come with us.’
‘Another time’ I said, it’s a bit too far to get the motor out and I’ve had a couple of pints.’
‘Where do you go around here for a wank then?’ asked Tipper.
‘There’s a couple of useful spots if you meet up with anything’ I told him.
‘How far?’ asked Tyreman. ‘A mile or so’ I said.
‘Show us the way’ he said ‘might be useful for the future!’
I directed them to a old track, hardly ever used except of the occasional tractors during the day. It once let to a deserted airfield and directed them towards a pull-in near to a disused building.
On the journey Tipper had turned round and was searching for my zip. I helped him pull it down and in no time had my prick out and in his hand.
‘Don’t fucking start without me you bastards’ said Tyreman with a laugh, ‘or you’ll both bloody well walk home!’
As soon as we had parked up we were out of the car and up against the building.
Tipper slipped his jeans, pants and tee shirt off and Tyreman and me went down on Tippers prick, Tyreman tonguing him gently along his shaft while I played gently around his bollocks then moved round to his thighs as Tyreman took Tipper’s tool, almost full length down his throat.
Tipper was in his element. He was moaning and groaning. I moved gently on round his thighs and started to play with his ass.
As Tyreman got a good motion going on Tipper’s prick I slipped my tongue into his hairy tight ass and increased the pressure.
After a while Tipper pulled out of Tyreman's mouth, turned round and went down on me, taking my prick full in at a gulp.
Tyreman stood up, pulled a couple of condoms out of his jeans pocket, slipped one on in seconds and gave the other to me. He then started to use his prick to play up and down Tippers ass and slowly, but surely, he slipped it right in almost up to full length and started to fuck the ass off Tipper.
It only took a couple of minutes, we were all hyped up, before Tyreman shouted ‘I’m fucking coming’ ‘So am I lads’ I said and pulled back from Tipper but just a second or so too late, and shot over his head and down his back only to see that Tyreman had whipped his prick out of Tipper, whipped the condom off and was shooting a load all over Tipper’s his ass.
Tipper was now wanking himself and within seconds shot a load which made mine and Tyreman's look like small fry.
We all stood there for a couple of minutes getting our breath back.
I gave Tyreman his spare condom back. I’ll get in first next time I thought!
Tyreman found a bog roll in the car and handed it to Tipper who tidied himself up.
We got dressed and set off towards home.
Before we left the track Tipper said he wanted another piss so we stopped.
Tyreman said he would have one as well to save pulling in on the way home and also got out - not wanting to miss anything I joined them!!
We all had a good piss and Tipper said ‘I could do with another fucking wank’ and set off pulling his prick at a fair rate of knots.
He was hard again in no time and mine started to rise as well at the sight of his knob. Tyreman joined in. We all three wanked ourselves off again before setting off back home.
At the end of the street we chatted for two or three minutes. Tipper said it was one his best half-hours for many a day.
Tyreman said he couldn’t wait for a repeat. I agreed with both!
At home in bed later I had yet another wank at the thought of that repeat.
A couple of days later I saw Tipper and his Wife in the Supermarket.
He wandered off on his own and came to find me. ‘Alright mate?’ he asked.
‘Aye’ I said ‘and you?’ ‘First class’ he said
‘Seen Tyreman since Thursday?’ he asked.
‘No’ I said.
‘We had another fucking session on the way home’ he said ‘what a fucking night.
Don’t get many like that more’s the pity.
See you’ and with a little punch on my shoulder and a wink he headed back to find the wife.
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|Posted on Sunday, September 08, 2019 - 10:57 pm: ||
Tyre Fitter Part 1 of 3
Following a puncture I went to a local Tyre Depot to have it repaired.
They were busy and I had to wait quite a while. One of the Fitters kept apologising for the wait but eventually came to do the job for me. He was just the Lad you hope to meet when cruising but never do - early twenties, No.1 haircut, a figure that did him proud and, even though he was wearing overalls you felt you knew that what was underneath would be well worth seeing.
He was a very friendly, chatty lad, the sort whose eyes spoke and whose smile said volumes. We chatted about this and that and the job took a bit longer because the puncture had been caused by a piece of metal cutting into the tyre wall and I had to have a new tyre.
Having had a few cups of tea earlier and having had to wait for the job to be done I was getting a bit desperate for a leak and when he had finished and I had paid I asked him if they had a toilet I could use. ‘Sure’ he said ‘I’m ready for a slash myself, I’ll show you the way’ and he led me off towards the back of the Depot to the toilets.
There were two stand-ups and we stood one at each. We kept chatting and I noticed he kept looking down at my cock so I had a look down at his. He saw my glance and took his hand off his cock and left it hanging. I did the same. We both finished and went about the job of shaking off the spots. I was aware that he was still making a few glances at my cock and it began to get hard. Looking across I could see the same happening to him and when I looked up at his face he gave a cheeky wink and said, nodding at my cock, ‘fair bit of mileage left on there!’ ‘The tread’s not bad on yours either’ I replied and we both had a laugh.
As we were washing our hands he said he had seen me parked at the local cruising spot from time to time but had never spoken to me. I couldn’t remember seeing him before but he said he never called with the works van, only in the evenings or weekends when he was scrubbed up and tidy and I might not have recognised him.
‘I’ll keep a look out for you’ he said as we left the toilets and he went back to work.
I don’t do much cruising these days: being older has its drawbacks and whenever I do venture to the local cruising ground it seems to be populated with elves, nymphs and leprechauns all rushing around looking for a toadstool and far from interested in the more mature.
For all that, one day I called in one of the Sherwood Forest ‘hotspots’ around lunchtime.
In the past it had been busy around midday with local workers driving out there for a break, but on this particular day it was quiet. A parcel delivery lorry and a couple of cars with ‘suits’ on board. I parked and walked off into the woods but didn’t see a soul. I sat on a tree stump for ten minutes or more watching a couple of squirrels who were getting down to some serious cruising. Had a cynical smile at the thought of Mr Plod appearing out of the blue and taking their names and addresses!! Still no one about so I decided to call it a day. I was about to get up when I spotted a ‘suit’ coming down the path in my direction, fairly closely followed by another. They passed me and disappeared out of sight. Not my type. Leave them to it. Two minutes later however they reappeared heading back to the road. Either a mega quick session or incompatibility. The latter seem most likely. I gave it a few more minutes and then headed back toward the road myself. At the first bend in the path I saw someone in the distance in overalls and baseball cap coming towards me. As he got closer I recognised the Tyre Fitter from many months previous and when we met he greeted my like a long lost mate. ‘Thought it was your motor’ he said. ‘decided I’d break the habit of a lifetime and pull in with the works van’
As he had got closer I had noticed that he was being followed by one of the ‘suits’ who had passed me earlier. ‘Looks as if you’ve got an admirer’ I said nodding behind him. He looked around. ‘Thought he gave me the once over’ he said ‘not my cup of tea.’
We stood talking till ‘suit’ had gone past and saw that a bit further on he stopped and was obviously waiting to see what was going to happen. ‘Only got a few minutes’ Tyreman told me. ‘Where’s quiet?’ ‘Follow me’ I said and headed off the path into the wood and a clump of rhododendron bushes which give brilliant cover at any time.
‘Good spot’ he said ‘I’ll have to remember this one’ he said, slipping his overalls off his shoulders down to his waist, undoing his belt and zip and pulling out a solid ready-to-go cock. ‘For fuck sake mate’ I said, ‘where did a little lad like you get a big prick like that?’ ‘Birthday present’ he said, giving one of his wicked smiles, adding, ‘looks as if yours came from the same factory.’
I had not seen his solid at the Depot, only semi, and he was now sprouting a good thick eight-inch job. We were soon giving each other some top rate hands-on treatment. I looked for that cheeky expression of his again: there it was, the cheeky wink and then the lips came closer, parted and our tongues were exploring each others mouths as if there was no tomorrow. After several minutes he broke away, for breath I thought, but no! he went down on his knees and in one gulp, took the whole length of my prick into his mouth and down his throat and began to give one of the best BJ’s ever.
Within no time I let him know I was near to coming off. He stopped just long enough to say ‘let it go mate’ and was back sucking for Britain!
I let it go. What a sensation! Eventually he stood, still solid himself.
‘Finish it off for me mate’ he said, and with a few pumps on his straining knob he was shooting his load yards out into the undergrowth. He shook the last few spots off and turning towards me took me in a tight hug, cheek by cheek and said, ‘I’ve been fucking waiting for something like that since your were in the Depot’. ‘Same here’ I said ‘Let’s hope it won’t be so long next time.’
‘We’ll sort that’ he said ‘I’ll give you my details.
When we got back to the road it was deserted again, just him, me and parcel delivery van whose driver appeared to be fast asleep. We swapped a few details - Pubs we use, places we visited and mobile numbers. Also found out he lives at home and often has the place to himself as Mum and Dad are away a lot so there may be some more to follow! All-in-all worth the trip out.
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|Posted on Tuesday, September 03, 2019 - 10:17 pm: ||
Day out with a difference
Why is it that some of the best opportunities arise when you can’t take advantage - usually because not travelling alone.. Might be worth having a thread on the Cruisinground titled ‘THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY’ where we can bury our sorrows.
It’s not always a disaster though as I found out one day last Autumn, after I offered to take my Elderly Neighbours for a day out around the coast. The day turned out to be warm, calm and cloudless. The morning took us through by-roads where we found a Country Inn that did us proud with a pub lunch - pity about the absence of a pint, but I was driving. In the early afternoon we came to a small bay where we were able to park with full view of the sea and surrounding scenery. There were no shops, or cafes and very few people about. The only signs of life came from a collection of Holiday Homes nearby, which, with the summer visitors long gone, was in the process of being extended. My passengers said they fancied a walk along the coastline so they set off. I stood and watched the work taking place on the Holiday Park. There were excavators in use, pipelines and sewerage work was clearly underway and a dozen of so men at work, all seemingly strict followers of health and safety regulations wearing their hard hats, hi-viz vests and safety boots - better viewing than any incoming tide. A little further down the road was some low brick buildings around which their vans were parked.
As I watched a van pulled up alongside one of the excavators which had been stationary. Its operator appeared from somewhere and went to the van driver. A short discussion followed and the van driver produced a tool box and began what looked like a repair. I decided I would walk a bit further down the road myself for a closer look at things. As I did, the man I had taken as the machine operator left the mechanic and came out of the site, onto the road, and went into a building ahead of me. When I got there I was surprised to find that the building was actually public toilets. Immediate investigation was called for. The machine operator was washing his hands. I put him down as early twenties, wearing all the safety gear like his mates, about five-ten high and small build, with an ass that almost shouted to be screwed as it stuck out from his tight fitting work jeans. He nodded as I walked past to the stand-ups. Unfortunately as I stood peeing he was out of my sight. I heard the hot air dryer start, when it stopped it started again. He’s taking his time I thought. I stayed where I was, getting a fair hard on thinking … if only.
I heard footsteps and thought that’s it then, he’s off. I was wrong, he appeared through the gap, came into the stand-ups, and in the process of unzipping made some remark about scrubbing up before he had a piss because his misses was always complaining about the grease and dirt on his underwear, by which time he had his prick out in full view, and was enjoying a good slash. He wasn’t hiding anything so I jokingly commented that with a prick like that on tap she hadn’t go much to complain about - many a wife would give and arm and a leg for a bloke with a tool like that. He was clearly proud of his weapon and cupped it in his hand to show it off. ‘Don’t you believe it’ he said, ‘she reckons its too big: she’ll let me screw her but she won’t even consider giving it a suck’ ‘Bloody hell, man’ I said, ‘that is a handicap, nothing like a good suck-off’ ‘There’s ways around it’ he said. By now I was having trouble in hiding the fact that my prick was solid and more than my hand would cover and I could see that he was looking straight down at it. ‘Looks as if you might have the same trouble’ he said with a wink. ‘Like you’ I answered, ‘I find ways around it’ and looking now directly at his cock it was rising fast and he was gently pumping it up and down in a slow wank. I said nothing and followed suit. Straight away he moved over and took my prick in his hand. ‘Nice one’ he said and before I had time to answer he was on his knees, with his hand still around my cock, pulling it towards his open mouth with his tongue darting in, and out and around my knob end and then surely and swiftly taking the whole shaft down his throat. I was in another world. This lad had some experience: this wasn’t the first cock he had sucked. After a while I touched him on the shoulder and motioned for him change over. As he came up I went gently down on him and returned the compliment. After a short while he motioned for me to come up but he didn’t go back down, instead he cocked his ear towards the steps outside which came down off the road. He explained that he often had a session with the Fitter who had just come onto the site to repair a JCB and he had given him the nod that he would be over in the toilets. He knew the Fitter wouldn’t have come over immediately but as ten minutes or so had passed he might arrive any time. I asked him what the Fitter liked and he said ‘he likes taking this’ cupping his prick in his hand again and showing me a condom he had ready in his pocket.
I asked him if I should disappear when the Fitter arrived. ‘No’ he won’t mind as long as I let him know you’re OK’ he said. We carried on giving each other a wank and a suck and eventually heard someone coming down the steps so we stopped and went and stood talking by the washbasins. It wasn’t the Fitter but an oldish man who went to the stand-ups and had a piss. He wasn’t long and as he left in walked the Fitter we had been waiting for. He spoke to us and went passed to the stand-ups. The lad I had been with put his hand inside my zip, pulled my cock out, which was quickly solid again, and nodded for me to follow him into the stand-up. ‘How would you like this then Al?’ he asked the Fitter showing my cock off to him. ‘Fucking hell Rob’ he replied ‘I thought you had a tool, but looks like you’ve found a match!’
He finished his piss, came over, and took us one in each hand. ‘What more could a bloke want?’ he asked.
His own prick was no tiddler and it was now as solid as ours. Rob was playing with his quite hairy ass and gently pulling his jeans down. Al was helping. In no time Rob had slide the condom over his shaft and was teasing Al’s ass with his cock end. Al didn’t need any encouraging, he bent down to let Rob in and at the same time he took my prick into his mouth. We were all hyped up and the end came pretty soon. I could see Al tensing, his strokes becoming stronger. We caught each others eye and he flicked his tongue at me. I did the same back and leaned across. Our tongues met across Al’s back and entered each others mouth in one of the strongest kisses I can remember and like that he shot his load into Al’s ass and mine went into his mouth. From underneath came Al’s familiar phrase ‘Fucking hell’ and looking down he had shot his load across the floor. We gathered ourselves up, had a bit of a wash and clean up where Al had shot his load and walked out together chatting.
There was no-one about, even my passengers were not back from their walk. At the top of the steps we kept the conversation going. There was another mate who came to the site with materials from time to time in a small lorry who was OK as well. He’d already been that day and had sucked Rob off then.
Rob was likely to have another session on the way home because he passed a good cruising spot and was usually lucky. Al said he had just come that way and there were one or two about but he had not stopped.
All good things have to end however and they had to get back to work. I was still feeling so randy I went back into the toilet and had another wank. As I was washing my hands to come out another of the site workers came in and went for a piss. Before I had dried my hands he had rinsed his and gone out.
If only he know what he had missed!
By comparison the rest of the day was pretty dull. My passengers came back from their walk and we headed slowly, but very satisfyingly back home.