Date: Fri, 12 Mar 1999 16:27:36 -0000 From: "Tim.Chandler" Subject: Cycle Ride in the English Countryside It was a beautiful English summers day. The sort of day you only get very occasionally in England. It was warm about 21C with a light breeze and hardly a cloud in the sky. I had taken a few days of work and decided to take advantage of the weather and take a long cycle ride into the Shropshire countryside. I made some lunch and packed it and a couple of bottles of dry white wine in my pannier and set off. I took about half an hour to negotiate the traffic and reach the quiet country lanes that even in the late nineties were almost devoid of traffic. There was the occasional farm vehicle, but being a working day for most people the roads were almost deserted. A little about me. I am tall, thirty five years old, fairly slim and fairly trim. I keep myself relatively fit playing hockey (field hockey to our American readers), golf and, of course cycling. When cycling I wear as little as possible, after leaving the town I had removed my T shirt, so I was just wearing a pair of loose shorts. I have never been into tight lycra cycling shorts as I like to feel the breeze gently cooling my cock and balls as I cycle along. Because the shorts are loose I pull up one leg and release my penis and testicles to the elements, this always give me a wonderful feeling of freedom. Obviously one has to keep an ear out for any approaching traffic, but this adds to the thrill and blood always rushes to my penis. I am reasonable well endowed and when erect I have about 8" of prime meat standing before me. I partially shave so there is no hair at the base of my cock, on my balls or around my ass hole, this increases the feeling of freedom as one cycles along virtually naked. Shropshire, for those that do not know, is a beautiful county with gently undulating countryside, mixed farming and small villages. It is still possible to spend a day here completely undisturbed by the hustle and bustle of modern day life. After about two hours of relatively strenuous cycling I decided it was time to stop for lunch, as I cycled down a hill, round a corner I came across a small bridge over a little stream. I dismounted, my shorts resumed their proper shape, covering me as they were designed to do and took a breather. I lifted my bike over a stile and began to wheel it along the banks of the stream, looking for a suitable place for lunch and a bit of sun bathing. After about ten minutes I found the perfect spot, a grassy bank surrounded by Weeping Willows overlooking a natural pool in the stream. I laid out my towel on the ground, put my bottles of wine in the stream to cool, quenched my immediate thirst with the wonderfully clear stream water and settled down on my towel. I removed my shorts, and was completely naked, being English and of fair skin I have to be careful of the sun so I applied sun tan lotion all over, paying particular attention to the most sensitive areas, again the blood rushed to my cocked as I massaged in the lotion and I lay back gently stoking myself feeling completely relaxed and at peace with the world. I opened one of the bottles of wine, and poured myself a glass. I took a long draft, returned the opened bottle, carefully, into the stream to chill further and settled back to enjoy the solitude. After about half an hour, and half a bottle of the very good Australian Chardonnay, imagine my surprise when I could here the sound of voices approaching along the bank of the stream. I quickly replaced my shorts and returned to my prone position. The approaching voices were full of laughter and obviously young. I think they were more surprised to see me than I was to see them. They went silent. What stood before me were three boys, each wearing only football shorts and trainers, they had T shirts draped over one shoulder. There was a slightly awkward silence as we weighed each other up. The tallest boy, he must have been about 15, with dark hair, and a body which was beginning to develop beautifully, there was some definition in his pecs and on his arms, stepped forward and a little angrily said "What are you doing here, this is our spot". I remained calm and said "I am sorry, I have not seen anyone for hours and was enjoying the peace and tranquillity, I did not realise this place was reserved, and anyway why aren't you in school". He smiled at this and replied "Why aren't you at work". This seemed to break the ice and we both relaxed a bit, the other two were still in the background looking on dubiously. He stepped forward offered his hand "Paul" he said, "Tim" I replied. We started chatting and he told me how they had decided that it was too nice a day to be stuck in a hot airless classroom and that they would play truant. The three of them came here a lot at weekends and during the summer holidays play in the water, and just do what boys do, and a little bit more as I was soon to discover. Paul told me that they usually swam naked and would I object if they did so today. I laughed and confessed to them that until I had heard voices I was also naked. Without a moments hesitation Paul pulled down his shorts to reveal a perfectly formed flaccid penis about 4" long surrounded by a mat of dark pubic hair. He flashed a smile at me and walked off towards the water, leaving me speechless admiring his perfect round buttocks as they moved away from me. His two friends (Ben and John as I found out later) watched all of this from a distance and were still, obviously, not comfortable with the situation that they found themselves in. The water in the natural pool was not deep, Paul was now standing in the middle and the water just reached his belly button, hiding, for the moment, his jewels. He shouted "Come on Ben, come on John, we came here to swim, Tim's OK, aren't you Tim", I smiled at Paul and then at Ben and John and in an attempt to put them at there ease slipped off my shorts so that I was in the same state as Paul. Ben and John were obviously brothers, Ben about 14 and John about 12. They were both blond, slim and had piercing blue eyes. Their bodies were not as well developed as Paul's but John was showing signs of filling out a little. I smiled at them. Paul was now walking out of the water towards them, I couldn't help notice that his penis was now, although not erect, slightly engorged. The sight of this seemed to relax Ben and John and they, very slowly, looking at me the whole time, removed their shorts. Ben had a small patch of pubic hair above a nicely shaped 3" dick, John was hairless but also appeared to have a dick of 3". Imagine how I felt. I had come out for a quiet day of cycling and sun bathing and here before me were three of the most beautiful English boys you could wish to meet. I made every effort to control myself but my penis began to extend very slightly at the sight of these three young perfectly formed bodies. Paul noticed this and smiled broadly and backed into the water until his growing penis disappeared from view. I don't think that Ben and John had noticed my lengthening problem, they were watching Paul and slowly started moving towards the water. This gave me a view of the most perfect set of buns I had ever seen. I became fully erect as I watched them walk into the water, they were walking away for me so couldn't see, but Paul was watching my every move and his eyes lit up when he saw my erect penis standing proudly. All sorts of emotions were going through my head, should I get on my bike and ride away, leaving these boys to their fun, should I grab hold of my dick and charge into the water after them or should I wait to see what would happen. I took a large swig of wine, poured myself another glass, and tried desperately to remove some of the blood from my penis. Things settled down a bit, the boys were playing in the water, nothing sexual, just having fun, splashing about. The pool in which they were playing narrowed slightly on the upstream side and was hidden from my view by a large hawthorn bush. The three boys graduated to this part of the pool, out of my view. I settled back to enjoy the day and the wine, thinking that I had had my fill of beauty until they returned to collect their clothes and depart. I could here their laughing and splashing but could not see anything and I did not dare move from my safe position on the grassy bank. After about twenty minutes I noticed that the laughter had subsided, the splashing has stopped, I could still hear noises but they were different somehow. My urge to investigate became almost unbearable, but I resisted. My hand found its way to my balls and I started gently stoking my large hairless sack, which made my penis swell to its maximum. I don't think I had ever felt so horny, the thought of three perfect boys, hidden from view, doing I know not what was getting me in a real frenzy. I felt I was being watched. I looked around and saw Paul who had obviously exited the pool at the far end and come up behind the hawthorn bush. He was standing there bold as brass hands on hips sporting a massive erection smiling at me. He wiggled his hips forcing his penis to sway from side to side. For a fifteen year old boy it was an impressive 6" and he was obviously very proud of it. He walked confidently towards me and sat himself down on the edge of my towel, reached for my glass and helped himself to a generous mouthful. I attempted to regain my composure, and whispered "what about Ben and John". "Don't worry about them" he said, "they will be happy for ages", and with that he boldly grabbed hold of my cock. He pushed me back on the towel so that I was lying flat out on my back, and still with his hand on my cock, kissed me fully on the mouth. "It is so big" he whispered. I did not know what to say or what to do, my mind was in turmoil. Here I was apparently being seduced by a fifteen year old boy, in the open countryside with his two friends just around the corner. He kissed me again, this time more slowly, our mouths opened and our tongues met, and we kissed long and slow for some considerable time. While we kissed the hand on my dick explored its length, fondled my balls and investigated my ass crack, "no hair" he whispered. "not like Dad's". I looked at him in shock, he smiled and said "don't worry, this is going to be fun". Up till this point I had lain prostrate on the ground, with my arms at my side, I decided to let him set the pace so I remained in this position and waited. I couldn't get the thought of his father out of my head, so I said "what do you mean "not like Dad's"". He lay there gently stroking my ass crack and told me about how his father, the local country squire, had seduced him two years ago after his wife had died and they had been sexual partners ever since. (But that is another story). While he was telling me this story he was continually biting on my nipples and stroking my ass crack, gently probing his forefinger in occasionally. If I was horny before, I was now in heaven, this gorgeous fifteen year old boy was in complete control. I still had not touched him. With his forefinger now resident deep within me he was massaging my prostrate like an expert, he started to tongue he way down my stomach, I wondered how I tasted with a mixture of suntan lotion and perspiration but he did not seem to mind. He bypassed my cock on his way down my body and started to chew on my balls, I was glad I had shaved this morning, as he seemed to really enjoy my hairless sack. He entered a second finger into me as his tongue inched its way up me penis. Then so suddenly, that it took my breath away, he swallowed my entire length. He slowly withdrew from my cock, looked at me with a huge grin on his face, and said "that is the biggest I have ever taken, can I continue?". I was speechless, nodded and sort of smiled. His mouth return to the head of my penis and expertly chewed on the end probing the slit with his tongue. I could not take much more of this. This gorgeous fifteen year old boy with two, now three fingers up my ass was giving me the best blow job I had ever received. I still had not touched him. It had now been a couple of hours since I first saw three apparitions appear before me. Whatever happened to the other two? I was about to shoot the biggest load of my life. I tapped him on the shoulder trying to get him to withdraw his mouth from my engorged penis, but he was having none of it he redoubled he efforts, and I came and came inside his mouth. He drank every drop, released my penis and moved to my mouth kissing long and hard, I could taste my own come on his lips and on his tongue. Apart from the tap on the shoulder I still had not touched his body. He looked at me with a great deal of satisfaction on his face as if to say `Didn't I do well?' No words were necessary. I lay there recovering from my orgasm, then noticed he still had his fingers in my ass, he wiggled them playfully smiling broadly. What do I do now?, do I take over and investigate his body with my hands and mouth as I so dearly wished to do or let him stay in complete control of the situation? Although I am thirty five, I still have good powers of recovery and my penis which never completely lost its erection began to swell again as he probed and probed with his fingers. For the first time since he lay down beside me he changed position, with is fingers still probing he got up on his knees pushed my legs apart and knelt between them. It was only know that with kneeling in front of me that I could assess his beauty. Coming from a very long line of minor aristocracy, Paul had classic features highlighted by sparkling brown eyes and fully rounded lips, all of which radiated intelligence. Moving my eyes down his body, which was flawless, just two perfect dark brown nipples protruding from his very slightly tanned skin. It was early summer, I wonder what he will look like in September, maybe I will find out. Going lower my eyes feasted on the most perfect 6" of boy flesh I had ever seen, not that I had seen much. His ball were large but not over so, and he had enough pubic hair to make him a man, but again not too much. Paul was perfect. I had too touch him, I had to run my hands over that young flesh, I had to lick every part of his body. I raised my hand to stroke his chest but he pushed it away, saying "I'm in charge" and smiling even more broadly. All I good do was lie there helplessly taking in his beauty. His fingers had been working on my prostrate all this time, I was rock hard again. With his free hand he grabbed my leg under the knee and put it over his shoulder. He then did the same to my other leg. He then removed his fingers from my ass, they had been there for what seemed like hours, and it was almost a relief to be freed of them, he then without a word grabbed my legs and pushed them back towards my shoulders completely exposing my already red hole to his view. His tongue invaded me where his fingers had just vacated. I have been rimmed many times before but Paul was a real expert. He lapped and nibbled and probed with his powerful tongue for what seemed like hours, but was probably only five minutes or so. I had never been so well prepared to receive a cock in my life. It was now, for the first time in our encounter that Paul placed his hand on his cock and with me still bent double moved its head to the mouth of my hole. And as he had done with his mouth on my cock, in a single swift movement he thrust his whole cock deep inside me and held it there. I still had not touched him. He just knelt there with his cock deep inside me smiling at me, I looked over his incredible fifteen year old body again and again. He simply said, "You are mine", I couldn't disagree. He then slowly and expertly started to move his cock in and out. He always took it almost out before moving in again to the hilt. He was in complete control both of me and his own movements, there was nothing frantic about his actions, nothing frenzied. Even as he started to come, although the pace increased he kept incredible control over his movements. He came and came in six or seven spasms which must have filled my insides. He stayed there inside me with his eyes closed breathing heavily, with the most satisfied smile of a face that I have ever seen. He opened his eyes, looked at me and said, "that is the best fuck I have ever had, we must do it again someday". I was still speechless, here I was a thirty five year old man, who had just been totally ravaged by a fifteen year old boy. He had done things to me that I had only dreamt about and I had not touched any part of his body during the whole incident. It had not been the biggest cock I had ever taken, but I had never felt so complete after a fuck before. Paul still knelt there with his still hard cock inside me, and slowly very slowly pulled his cock out of my body, lent forward kissed me lightly on the lips, jumped to his feet, grabbed me by the hand pulled me to my feet and said, "Let's go and see what Ben and John are up to". The story will continue...