Date: Wed, 9 Apr 2003 10:00:13 EDT
From: allbeared@aol.com
Subject: The Branch road

	This is gay fiction and involves water sports and some s/m. If you
don't like it then do not read it


			      A Branch Road!

	'Finally!' I thought as I turned up this narrow country lane 'At
least I hope so' I'd spent the last hour and a half going round and around
in circles looking for this lane. It was no wonder that I'd missed it, it
was just round a corner and, from the grass growing in the middle, rarely
used. I turned my lights on as the evening started to draw in, the trees
and hedges, brushing against the car as I drove slowly along, made it
darker as well. Why I'd come out here god only knows, but I'd promised and
I always try to keep my promises.

At the re-union I'd been half-cut so when I told Sarah that I was going to
be touring Wales as my holiday this year, she said that I just 'had' to
call in on her uncle and 'That he'd probably put me up for the
night....Blah, blah, blah' Money is always a problem, so the thought of a
nights free accommodation was quite pleasing. She had said that he lived
way out in the country on this 'Very cute' farm and scribbled the address
down on the back of a bar slip. From the address it didn't look that far
off of my route, although I didn't know the area.

	I'd intended to get here early in the afternoon so that if I wasn't
welcome I could get to the nearest village and find a pub or B&B to put me
up. 'How long is this bloody road?' I thought, I seemed to have been
driving for miles and the road was getting rougher and narrower as I drove
further along it. Suddenly I saw an opening on the side, there was a broken
gate lying alongside it and a notice saying "KEEP OUT THIS IS PRIVATE
PROPERTY" 'Oh very bloody welcoming' I thought as I drove through. I pulled
up in the yard and turned off the engine, there was a dog barking somewhere
in the house, but otherwise there wasn't a sound.

	As I got out of the car I felt the first drops of rain, no wonder
it had got so dark, it looked like we were in for a big storm. It was only
a few steps to the door, but by the time I'd got there it was throwing it
down and I was soaked. I couldn't see any bell so I used my fist and banged
on the door. Was that someone moving inside or just the dog, I wasn't sure
and so I banged again. By this time I was dripping wet.

	"Go round the back" a voice growled at me from inside it sounded
like someone who would have put up that welcome notice at the entrance. Off
I traipsed, just getting wetter and wetter, following some slate slabs to
the back of the house, which certainly wasn't a 'roses round the door' type
of cottage, it looked more like a junk yard. There were bits of farm
machinery and other stuff scattered around as though they had been dropped
from the sky. As I turned into the back yard, I saw this bald headed, black
bearded face sticking out of a door

	"Come on you'll get bloody wet out there" he said. 'Get bloody wet!
I already am' was the thought that went through my mind as I ran for the
door.

	"It certainly rains around here" I said as I stepped into the dark
passageway.

	"Aye well its got to go somewhere" he grunted back at me. It was
almost like night in this passageway and I could barely make him out. He
seemed to be a lot taller than I am. And I'm 5'11" in my bare feet. What I
could see seemed to consist of this huge beard with a little bit of face
showing.

	"I suppose that you'll be David Evans?" it was more of a statement
than a question, but I mumbled a yes and that Sarah had told me to call
in. When I put my hand out it was gripped by this huge fist and it felt as
though my hand was being squeezed off, with my fingers I could feel the
back of a hair covered hand. I let go as soon as I could 'This guy could
break a tree in half with a flick of his fingers' I thought. I'd brought my
rucksack in with me so he told me to put it down while he made a cup of
tea. I was beginning to feel the dampness seeping through to my body now
and gave a bit of a shiver.

	"You're lucky, I've had the boiler on so there is hot water if you
want a bath?" he said as he went into, what I presumed was, the kitchen. I
followed him and stood in the doorway, he had his back toward me as he said

	"The bathroom's up the stairs on the right, I hope you've got a
towel"

As I lay in the bath, in the dark as the light didn't seem to work I could
hear the rain pounding down outside, and I was quite glad that I'd, at
least, made it this far. Then the door opened, my own fault I hadn't
thought to lock it, was there a lock? I hadn't even looked. Stood there,
this man was huge, he just glanced at me making splashing motions to try
and cover my embarrassment, and stood in front of the toilet opened his fly
and pissed. I was trying to be embarrassed and curious at the same time,
but I could only see the piss going into the bowl. I wanted to see what
this guy had, but he wasn't showing anything. My assumption was that it was
too small to be seen.

	"There's tea in the pot, and a fire in the front room" he grunted
at me. 'Oh this was going to a wonderful visit, brilliant conversation, and
charming wit' I thought as I said "Thanks" After he'd gone I got myself dry
and slipped some jogging bottoms on, I realised how much weight I'd put on
as I did so, because they were so much more comfortable than my ordinary
jeans. I couldn't pretend to be a smooth, young man in the bars
anymore. Not that I'd ever fitted in on the scene anyway, I was always too
hairy for all the other guys.

When I got downstairs I could see that it hadn't got any lighter and there
were no lights on in the house anywhere 'Was this guy a cat?' it seemed
highly possible as the place was so dark. I walked into the front room and
it was just as dark, except for the flickering light of the fire, burning
in the grate. He waved toward the table, where there was a mug, teapot,
milk and sugar

	"Help yourself" he said. So I walked over and poured myself a mug
of tea, looking around I could only see one other chair so I went and sat
in it.

	"Whats your name?" I asked

	"I'm called James, but people in the village call me......." he
said something that sounded like a splutter.

	"I'm sorry, I didn't catch that last word" I said to him.

	"That's OK it's a welsh word with no particular meaning, just call
me Jim" was his answer to that. We sat there sipping our tea, with me
looking around the room. I kept thinking to myself that there was something
odd about it, but I couldn't work out what it was. Maybe it would come to
me later.

In the firelight I could see a bit more of him, he seemed to be very stocky
and well built, the fascinating part was his beard. It was so full that it
seemed to cover all of his face, it was difficult to tell, but it looked as
though it grew up over his forehead as well, I've got to get a better look
at him...

	"Shall I turn the light on?" I asked

	"Oh yes the switch is over by the door" So I walked over and turned
the light on and it suddenly struck me what was odd about the room, there
was no TV. It was quite striking, I'm so used to going into anyones place
and seeing a TV somewhere, but NOT to see one was really strange.

I went and sat down again and now I could see Jim's face again, he stared
into the fire in a way that suggested he was dreaming of exotic places so I
said

	"Do you miss the telly at all Jim?"

	"Not at all" he replied "I can't see it anyway, I'm blind or hadn't
you noticed?" I blushed and stammered

	"Well no I hadn't actually" What else could I say, the thought
hadn't even crossed my mind, it doesn't when you are thinking about the
sexual side of things.

	"Oh don't worry. I'm not dangerous and I know my way around here
bloody well. I was born and raised in this house" He paused and then he
said "Can I touch your face please?" realising that he just wanted to 'see'
what I looked like I nodded, realised my mistake and said "Of course you
can" I wanted to add that he could touch any part of me....

	We stood up and he reached out with his hand, I took it in mine and
guided it up to my face. He came a bit closer and put his other hand on the
other cheek. "So you have a beard, and a nice nose" he seemed to be
murmuring these things to himself, his hands were gently stroking all over
my face, I started to get a hard on.

	"It doesn't smell as though you use cologne?" he asked

	"Only if I'm going out anywhere and then only a minimum" I told
him. He leant his face closer and his nose brushed against my cheek, this
was almost enough to push my, by now, very hard cock through my pants. I
wanted to pull away, but he still held my face firmly in his hands and it
would have seemed very rude to just step back out of his reach.

	"You don't mind me touching you like this then?" was his next
question.

	"No, no not at all, I was just thinking how gentle you are" I
replied 'And how much I want to do it back to you, but with us both naked!'
I thought. By this time his hands were resting on my neck, gently stroking
and massaging it. This was so erotic, he let his hands run down over my
back and then round to my hands at my sides.

	"Thank you very much. You hardly flinched at all" he laughed as he
said that.

	"Well to tell you the truth it was very nice" I said 'Why the hell
did I say that' but it had come out before I could stop it. He didn't
hesitate, taking a step forward he grabbed my head between his hands and
placed his mouth over mine, I sort of half made to say something, and that
was another mistake...His tongue was in my mouth, filling it, as his lips
welded to mine. As he pulled me close I realised how strong he was and how
hard, not just his upper body, but there was a huge bulge in his trousers
that held great promise.

	I didn't struggle to get away from him, it was very enjoyable, I
leant into him as his tongue started to go into the back of my mouth,
probing and moving like the head of a snake. Suddenly he let me go, I
almost fell over as I hadn't realised how hard he had been holding me.

	He stood back and said "I thought that you were after that, I had
the feeling that you were watching me, even when I was having a piss"

	"Well yes I was" I replied "But I didn't mean to intrude on you, I
just thought that you were very sexual" All I got in response to that was
an

	"Ummm!" Abruptly he said "Take off your clothes, I want to see the
rest of you" Knowing that his way of seeing was with his hands I had no
hesitation and stripped naked immediately. He took his shirt off, as I
stood there, and he was built like some fantasy character, a huge barrel
chest, covered in black curly hair going up over his shoulders and
disappearing down onto his back, I couldn't see a piece of skin anywhere.

	He stepped forward toward me again and started running his fingers
through my beard and then onto my shoulders, sliding them down my arms and
then onto my chest. He reached my nipples and slid his fingers over them
and round them, I let out a small moan of pleasure. He tweaked them a bit
harder and my cock just went rigid, he had hit on one of my pleasure points
and knew exactly what he was doing.

	"Turn round" he said, immediately I turned my back on him, his
fingers were running all over my back, getting lower and lower until they
were on my arse cheeks

	"Bend over" 'Did this guy ever say please' I thought, but I still
bent over wondering what he was going to do next. I didn't have to wait
long as his probing fingers started fingering my arsehole, feeling it and
stroking it, 'God! This guy is good' I'd never been touched like this
before.

	Next thing I knew he had grabbed me around the waist and lifted me
over a small table that was stood there

	"What are you doi..."

	"Shut up" he snarled at me. I did, when a guy that big tells you to
keep quiet, you do. I laid across the table with my arms dangling down on
the other side, my cock, with all its hardness, was pressed into the heavy
tablecloth covering it. He kept one hand on my back as he walked around the
table until he was facing me. I lifted my head and could see the shape of
his cock, pressed against his trousers. I wanted to take it in my mouth
there and then, but as I moved my hands up towards it he snapped

	"Keep still" as he did he lifted the hand off my back and then I
felt it as it slapped across my arse. 'Whoa! I hadn't bargained for this' I
started to wriggle, but his hand came down again, stinging my arse

	"Keep still when I tell you otherwise it will get worse" I kept
still, my arse was tingling from just those two slaps I didn't want any
worse.

	He reached under the table and pulled out two pieces of rope, I've
done the mild bondage thing in bed with guys of course, but this was
different. He tied my hands together and then threw the ends of the rope
under the table, got up and walked round to where my arse still tingled
from his slaps. I felt him kneel down and then he was tying my ankles, with
the ends of the ropes that tied my wrists and hands, I was tied in a circle
across and over the table. Then I felt his beard on my arse, his hands came
up and parted my cheeks as he pushed his bearded face between them, his
tongue licking over my arsehole, I moaned again and that huge tongue of his
went deep into my hole. He was thrusting it deeper and deeper into me, it
was as big as a lot of cocks that I've had, but this was totally
different. I was being rimmed whether I wanted it or not. After what seemed
like hours of this, he got up and I could hear him unbuckling his belt and
then there was the slithering sound of clothing coming off, I guessed what
was coming next I was going to get fucked, but I guessed wrongly......

	I felt his belt being laid on my arse, and then he moved it up and
laid it on my back. Slowly he moved it backwards and forwards, up and down
over my bare arse and back, he didn't hit me, but the thought that he was
going to was uppermost in my mind. I laid there as still as I could, not
knowing what was going to happen next. I took a deep breath as I heard him
leave the room, it was no use me shouting as this was probably one of the
most isolated places I could ever be in. I heard him come back into the
room

	"What are you going to do?" I asked him weakly

	"I told you to shut up" was the reply, it was accompanied by
another hard slap across the arse. His fingers were back in my arsehole and
they were wet and greasy, 'at least it wasn't going to be that rough' was
my thought as he pushed his fingers in me. Then I felt the tip of something
against my hole, it didn't feel like a cock, what the hell was it? It was
slowly pushed into me and then drawn out, then in again and out, each time
getting deeper and deeper. I could feel my arsehole being stretched as this
thing, with its smoothness, went into me. Whatever it is its large and it
was a good job that I'm used to being fucked. I didn't want another slap so
I couldn't ask him what he was using, but now it was getting faster as he
moved it in and out. I was just beginning to enjoy it when he stopped.

	He left the 'dildo?' in me, and walked around to be in front of me
again

	"I want you to open your mouth" he said. I looked up at him and he
was totally naked, it wasn't just his chest that was covered with hair, he
was absolutely smothered in it, his stomach, his legs and I'm sure I saw
hair on his feet. The most amazing thing was his cock as it stood out in
front of him with huge balls hanging underneath, but I don't think I'd ever
seen a cock this big. Not only was it long, about 10 or 11 inches, but it
was about 3 inches thick. I wanted this cock everywhere, but would I get it
in? He held his cock and pressed it against my lips, I parted them slightly
and the tip of it was in my mouth, using my tongue I licked across the tip
of this huge piece of flesh, running the tip of my tongue into his
piss-slit. Using my lips I pushed his foreskin further back as he started
to push his cock into my mouth. As he went further into my mouth I could
feel my lips stretching to try and take this monster in 'I'm never going to
get this in my throat' was the thought going through my head.

I gagged as his cock got into the back of my throat, but he kept pushing
and I started to breathe through my nose as my throat was blocked by his
huge member.  Then I felt him lean forward, it meant that I wasn't going to
get the full length in my throat, but what else did it mean? I felt him lie
on my back, his hair was pressing into me and then I felt the 'dildo' start
to move, I was being fucked at both ends and there was nothing I could do
about it. His teeth were biting my arse cheeks as he forced the 'dildo into
me at one end and pushed his cock in at the other. I suddenly realised that
I was enjoying it as I felt my cock trying to push through the table, the
movement of him fucking me like this was making my cock press even harder
into the tablecloth and the roughness of it was causing a friction. I was
going to shoot my load any minute now........

	Then he stopped. Stopped everything, stopped fucking my mouth
stopped working the 'dildo'. He just got up and walked away. I lay there
feeling lost, I'd been right on the peak of cumming and it had all
finished. I wanted him back on top of me, I wanted him fucking my mouth,
working my arse. I moaned, but he wasn't in the room so he didn't hear
me. What was happening? Where had he gone? I wanted to scream at him

	"Come back here and finish what you started" He had just left me in
this state, the 'dildo' up my arse and the taste of him in my mouth. I
tried to rub myself against the tablecloth and had got it just in the right
position, when I realised that he was back in the room. I stopped
wriggling.

	"Oh carry on, I bet your arse looks good moving around like that,
but don't you cum otherwise you will be washing that cloth" He sounded
sarcastic, but I couldn't see his face so I couldn't tell. Then he was up
against me, he laid his cock alongside the 'dildo' and rubbed it up against
my body, then he grabbed his cock and slapped my arse with it, it wasn't as
bad as his hand, but on top of the soreness from earlier, it still stung,
it was a big cock! My arse clenched around the 'dildo' and tried to get
away, but of course there was nowhere to go, just deeper into that bloody
tablecloth.

	He was doing something with my ankles and then I realised I was
being untied. Thoughts of escape loomed up in my mind tempered with
thoughts of the pleasure I'd experienced. The relief as my legs were untied
was wonderful, but he didn't untie my wrists, he walked around to my head,
bent down and picking up the rope he said

	"We are going into the kitchen, just behave yourself and you'll be
OK" I came over dizzy as I stood up and staggered a little, but with a
quick tug on the rope he had me stumbling after him. As I walked in the
kitchen behind him I noticed the coldness of slate beneath my feet, I
couldn't see anything as he'd left the light off again.

	"Lie down" was his next demand "On your back" I wasn't going to
enjoy this! Gingerly I sat the coldness going up through my arse. Slowly I
laid back, until I was full length. It was fucking freezing, he grabbed the
rope on my wrists and tied it to something that I couldn't see, I was
stretched out on the slate floor and then I felt his foot touch my side as
he stood astride me. 'What was going to happen next'

	Then I knew, his piss hit me straight on my chest as I lay
there. It was hot out of his cock and it was splattering all over me, on my
lips and face, over my belly, running down my sides. I was getting an
unexpected shower, I opened my mouth to speak and as I did so he moved his
aim and I had a mouthful of his piss before I could say anything. Hastily I
swallowed as more of it poured down on, and in, me. Then I felt him kneel
over my chest he pushed his still pissing cock into my open mouth, now I
had no choice, I had to swallow as more and more of his golden liquid
poured into my mouth. His cock was semi-hard and his huge balls were
touching my chin, even though he hadn't got his cock fully in my
mouth. Eventually he stopped pissing, but he left his cock in my mouth and
I could feel it getting harder and harder. As I felt him swelling beside my
tongue, I felt myself getting hard again, I wasn't going to be able to take
him like this I hope he realised that.

	He started to slide his cock in and out of my mouth, gradually
getting further and further inside, he reached the back of my throat and I
could feel myself wanting to gag, each time I started he would withdraw his
cock a little bit and let me get settled and then push it back in a little
bit further. I suppose that eventually he would have had it all in, but
after about fifteen minutes of working it backwards and forwards he
withdrew it completely. I grabbed a deep breath, I'm glad I did, he moved
forward on top of me and sat his arsehole over my mouth, his huge balls
were resting over my nose and I could feel them going up and down as he
wanked his cock. I pushed my tongue into his arse, it felt and tasted
good. He moved with pleasure as my tongue worked its way up inside him, he
started wanking faster and faster. 'He's going to shoot his load all over
my face and hair' I thought as I lay there completely under him. My lips
were tight against his arsehole as my tongue went deeper and
deeper. Another fifteen minutes passed...

And then he got off and stood over me again. I couldn't see him at all,
there wasn't a glimmer of light anywhere, but I could feel the bulk of him
over me. 'What next?' I felt him grab my legs and push them up in the air
and then I felt his cockhead at the entrance of my arse, I was still greasy
from the 'dildo' so it started to slip inside easily. Then he started to
fuck me, just slowly pushing deeper and deeper into me with every
thrust. The use of the 'dildo' had made it much easier for me to take him,
but he was even bigger than I'd thought. Slowly he went further into me
than I'd ever had it before, it was then that I realised that, although it
was new to me, I was enjoying this man's use of me. I couldn't touch my own
cock, as my hands were still tied above my head, but his fucking of my
arsehole was working me up again, I hoped that he wouldn't leave me in
suspense like last time, I wanted to cum, to shoot my load, I needed that
release.

Now I could feel his balls slapping against my arse every time he thrust
into me, it felt good, really good, to be fucked like this. Although I
couldn't see him, I could imagine him kneeling there with my legs up on his
shoulders as his cock speared my arsehole. He pushed it in as deep as it
would go, it felt as though it was in my stomach, and then leant forward
over my body. His hands went to my nipples and he grabbed them with each
hand, pulling, twisting, stroking. I felt a deep gathering inside of me as
he pinched them between his forefinger and thumb and then I was shooting my
cum all over my stomach and it must have gone over him as well. I thought I
was never going to stop, but eventually it slowed down, but still he pulled
on my nipples and still his cock was deep inside me. I wanted a break, a
rest, just for half-an-hour, but with this man there was no rest and he
carried on twisting my nipples. The feel of that huge cock inside me was
keeping me erect as well. He started to fuck me again and with each push
into me it felt as though he was going deeper, I thought he was going to
cum as his cock started to swell inside me 'My god he was massive' I wanted
to ask him, beg him, to take a break, but I wasn't sure what he would do to
me if I spoke. So I laid there and took it like a man and it was wonderful.

I don't know how long he carried on fucking me, but it seemed to go on
forever. He didn't cum, just fucked and fucked me with that huge tool. My
arse and my body were his to do as he wanted with, I'd never had sex with
such an insatiable man before and I had no problems about letting it carry
on as long as he wanted or as long as he wanted me.

Eventually he stopped, took his still hard cock out of me, I moaned as it
slipped between my arse cheeks, more with disappointment than anything
else. Then I felt him stand over me again

"Do you want to go to bed?" he asked in that low growl of a voice.

"Yes please........sir" I said, I thought that calling him 'sir' would
please him, but I was wrong.

"I don't want any of that slave - master crap. My name is Jim and that's
what you call me OK?" He sounded angry as he said it, and I didn't want him
angry so I said

"That's fine Jim" With that he untied my arms and as I sat up rubbing them
he turned the light on. What a sight! My cum had dried on his furry belly,
I knew it had on mine, his cock jutted out proudly above his balls, beneath
his marvellously hairy body. He walked over to the sink and, turning the
tap on began to wash his cock off. I stood up beside him and reaching out
started to wash it with him, my fingers and his met as I pulled back his
foreskin so that we could wash behind it. I rubbed a finger across his piss
slit and realised that it was in proportion to the rest of him. It was big
enough to get my little finger inside, of course this washing didn't make
him go down, even though it was cold water, it just seemed to keep erect.

"You'd better clean yourself up a bit" he said as he wiped his body with a
towel. So I stepped into his place and washed myself off a bit, he threw me
the towel after I'd finished and as I wiped myself down he said

"Right lets get to bed then" I couldn't wait!!

So we went upstairs to his bedroom, he opened the door and pointed to a
very large double bed

"Get in, I've just got to go downstairs, I've forgotten your friend"
'Friend? What bloody friend?' went through my mind as I turned down the
covers and got between cold, clean white cotton sheets. In a couple of
minutes he was back, he turned the light of as he came in and I couldn't
see what he had in his other hand, but I guessed that he had bought the
'dildo' upstairs. When he got in bed he put his arm around me and cuddling
up he whispered in my ear

"Now its your turn" and pressed a wooden object into my hand. My turn? To
do what?' So I laid the 'dildo' down on the bed beside me and kissed him
not hard and thrusting like he had with me in the beginning, just gently on
his lips. I was taken aback by his reaction, he didn't try to push me away
he just held me closer and I suddenly realised that he was crying. I pulled
him close and stroked that hairy back, holding him tight

"Shhh! Whats the matter?" I asked gently. He just sobbed into my shoulder
and the tighter I held him the more he seemed to sob.

After quite some time of this he quietened down enough to talk

"Sorry about that, but its been a long while since I was kissed so
gently. I've been used all my life by others and what I done to you tonight
was part of getting my own back. Its only with you lying there that I
realise that I shouldn't have been so hard on you"

"Don't worry about it, I know I've never been treated quite as rough as
that in the past, but I'll tell you I enjoyed everything. There was
something different about it" I replied.

"All that I've done to you is just what I've had done to me, by various
people, but mainly by the man I lived with for fifteen years. That's why I
didn't want you to call me sir. I had to call him sir all the time no
matter whether he was using me or if his friends were and I found it really
made me feel small and unwanted"

I stroked my hand gently over his hair covered shoulders and down his back,
letting my hands rest on his arse. Bending my head I took a nipple into my
mouth and began to lap at it with my tongue, gently teasing it in a circle
until it got hard in my mouth. My hands began to stroke his arse, gently
parting the cheeks and letting my fingers glide across his hole. He moaned
with delight as I done these things to him and then he said

"Do you want me?"

"Oh yes, I want you in every way possible" was my reply. I could feel his
cock getting hard against my belly and mine was getting hard again as
well. I reached down to his cock with one hand and started to rub the
foreskin up and down while raising my head and kissing him, this time
letting my tongue slide into his warm mouth, lapping at his tongue and
exploring the inside of his cheeks, while our lips merged together. I let
my hand slide down the shaft of his cock and cup those huge balls, I could
barely get them into the palm of my hand.

Leaving his lips, I let my mouth wander down over his bearded neck, he
threw his head back with pleasure allowing me full access to his throat. I
nibbled at his neck as he kept uttering moans of pleasure. Then moved my
mouth to his other nipple, which was already hard and waiting for
me. Slowly I worked my mouth down over his belly, through that forest of
hair, until I reached the base of his cock, pushing my tongue out, I
started to lick all around the base and up the stem, round and round I
went. I didn't try to take it in my mouth yet as I wanted to give him as
much pleasure as possible before we went to far. His pleasure was obvious
from the sounds coming from him, as my mouth worked its way up to the tip
of this wonderful weapon, his moans were mounting in volume as I got nearer
to the top of him. As my mouth went over his cock I used my lips to push
back his foreskin again, this time I got the full taste of his pre-cum
which was lying inside. As the head of his cock slid between my teeth I
pushed the tip of my tongue into his piss-slit. The slit opened nearly
enough for me to be able to push a fair bit of my tongue inside, I could
taste the sweetness of his pre-cum alongside the tartness of his piss.

His hands started to run over my back and then went to my arse, it was
still greasy from earlier so when he slipped a finger into my hole it went
in easily and then he had two fingers inside, with a third one lying
alongside. This unexpected feeling made me take more of his cock in my
mouth, so much more that it was at the back of my throat before I knew it,
the difference this time was that I was taking it in at my own pace and
because I wanted to. I waited for any gagging sensation to appear, but the
earlier feelings had gone, so I started to relax my throat more and more
until I was halfway down his cock. Feeling his cock-head in my throat was
so special and fulfilling, I started working up and down on this wonderful
cock, while playing with his balls with my hand. His fingers were going in
and out of my arse rapidly now, I'm sure that he had three or four up
there. Then I felt that bearded mouth go around my cock, he took it all the
way in without any problem, well I'm only average size, about six inches.

His beard was scratching against my balls as he sucked me deep into his
mouth, his tongue curling around my excited cock. I wished that I could
take him as easily! Suddenly his body bucked underneath mine and I got the
first surge of his cum in my throat. He didn't just cum, he shot load after
load into my thirsting mouth and throat, I didn't think he was ever going
to stop. He thrust his cock even deeper as he came and my throat was taking
it willingly, even eagerly. He let go of my cock and yelled out

"Oh my god!!" as he shot his load, he moaned, he groaned, he called out for
his god, he was obviously enjoying it. No less than I was though.

After his orgasm had finished and his cock, still large, but gradually
losing its rigidity, was withdrawing from my throat, I licked his cock-head
clean, even running my tongue into his piss-slit to get the remains of his
cum. I ran my mouth and tongue back up his body until I was facing him
again, he leant into me, putting an arm around me he held me tight and
kissed me, no more roughness, just gently, allowing my mouth to open of its
own accord and letting me push my tongue into his mouth as well.

I was still hard and wanted to carry on, but I wasn't sure how much more he
wanted, but his hand wrapped itself around my hard cock and began to wank
me.

"Hold on a minute Jim. I want to fuck you if I may please" I said

"Oh yes please" was the reply and with that he rolled onto his stomach. I
laid on top of him, feeling his hair against my body, my cock just lying
in-between his arse cheeks. I moved backwards and forwards for a while just
letting him get used to the idea of me being there and then on one of the
forward movements I let my cockhead slide into his hole. Slowly I worked my
way into him, he wriggled with pleasure as I worked my way in, I didn't
want to hurt this wonderful guy and so I just kept the movements very
gentle and regular, each forward thrust taking me further inside his
welcoming arsehole. Then I was fully in, my balls as tight against his arse
as his had been on mine. Because of how I felt I knew it wasn't going to be
long before I shot my load again, but I wanted it to be as long as
possible, so I fucked him slower than ever. I was pulling my cock almost
out and then pushing it back in to its full length again, the friction was
more than I could bear and I felt the sensation building up inside me again
with each inward thrust. One more time and then as I thrust into him, I
shot my load with an enthusiasm that was truly amazing, I wanted this man
to have as much of me as I could possibly give him.

After I'd cum, we laid there with my cock inside him, until we fell asleep,
joined by my cock and his arse. Some time later, I woke up with a start and
realised that, not only had the weather changed as the sun was shining
through the window, but that there was an uncomfortable lump in the middle
of my back. Gently, so as not to disturb Jim I slid my cock out of his arse
and wriggled around as I reached down to grab the lump. As my hand grasped
it I realised that it was the 'dildo'. I pulled it from under the
bedclothes and looked at it. It had been a branch of a tree, but had been
shaped and polished into a cock shape, I stroked it with my fingers, it was
smooth with just a couple of bumps along its length, it looked as though it
had been modelled by Jim himself, because it was about the same length and
width as he was. Jim rolled over and put his arm out to go round me, but
his hand hit the 'dildo'

"Ouch, that was bloody hard" he muttered,

"I know, I've had it inside me. Remember?" I said.

"Yes well there is a long story attached to that piece of wood, but I can
think of much more interesting things to do right now......" he murmured
and so I dropped the 'dildo' over the edge of the bed and turned back to my
lover, I could also think of some interesting things to do.....