Date: Wed, 15 Jul 2015 21:15:29 +0100 From: "scopexster@googlemail.com" Subject: My Unexpected Festival Experience Part Two (Gay / Encounters) I would never have considered going to a festival by myself before, but I was having an amazing time on my own. Not just due to my new experience with Truffle Boy but the whole thing in general. Doing just what I wanted without having to consider others, and I don't mean that in the selfish way it sounds! The memories of Thursday night were constantly on my mind and I was like a dog on heat. I was constantly horny and getting erections. Despite having an amazing night on the Friday, I returned to my tent much earlier than I needed to, just so I could masturbate whilst reliving being sucked off by Truffle Boy. I didn't seek out any guys when partying though (I wouldn't know how to anyway) and it was still the girls I was after, though I was constantly on the lookout for Truffle Boy. On the Saturday night I wanted to see Chase & Status, that tent was rammed. I pushed through as far as I could but gave up at the point when riot shields would be required to make any more progress forward! You can sometimes get a bit of animosity from people when pushing forward and invading their space, but this lot were a friendly bunch and I was soon dancing and chatting with those around me. I was getting on particularly well with an Asian girl named Aisha; she was gorgeous and very funny. I was flirting outrageously but with the thought in my mind of how `out of my league' I thought she was, I never expected anything to happen. To my alcohol fuelled surprise we ended up eating each other's faces, completely missing the last half of the gig. Just when I thought it was going to be `back to tent time' with her, she was dragged off by her mates and I didn't see her again. It left me on a high though; here was I, a married man in my mid forties having had two sexual experiences over the course of a couple of days. One with a guy, one with a girl and both of them half my age. There was only one solution to this, back to the tent to think about it all again and have a Wank! On awaking the following morning, once again in a baking hot tent, I was feeling particularly dirty. And I don't mean the thoughts in my mind. It's been pretty much standard practise over the years to have wet wipe baths at festivals and this one had been no different. And as is normally the case, I start to feel particularly minging towards the end. As a rule I am a very clean person, particularly when sex is involved. I always prefer it to be when shower fresh, for both parties. And I was thinking it was probably no bad thing that it didn't go any further with Aisha the previous night. I had used the showers previously at a festival and it had put me off. I've always felt a bit self conscious being a `grower not a shower' and in the communal male showers at this festival I bumped into somebody I knew! Rather than give me an acknowledging nod and move on, he struck up conversation with me and I was forced to chat away with shrivelled dick in full view of him and everyone else. It had scarred me for life. I was adamant he was going to go away and tell everyone I had a tiny cock, despite this truly not being the case! Nonetheless, I was feeling very much like taking the plunge and at the very least, checking out the showers to see what the score was. On the previous occasion it had been nothing more than some canvas on poles to seclude the shower area, which just didn't work. To my surprise there was a proper shower block and although open plan communal inside, somewhat more private than my last experience. Also the queue was not as dire as I had envisaged. So with towel in hand I joined the queue. The queue moved at a reasonable pace and whilst counting (for the umpteenth time) how many were ahead of me, I SPOTTED TRUFFLE BOY! "Fuck" I thought, "What if he sees me, what do I do, say etc". Half of me was desperate to be reunited with him, and the other half wanted to give up my place in the queue and run back to the tent. My heart was instantly pounding, and my mind in a quandary with what to do. The queue moved up by a few and truffle boy was in. Again, "Fuck"! I reckoned by the number ahead I would end up being in there at the same time as him. "What do I say, what if I get a hard on!" all these thoughts rushing through my mind. With what seemed like ages but was probably only a few minutes, I was two from the front of the queue. Much to my surprise, out came Truffle Boy and our eyes met straight away. Back came that big smile, "Hey! How are you?" he said. "Great" I said awkwardly, "how were the showers"? "Both Hot AND Cold" he replied, "But worth it, looks like it's your turn to go in". I looked to my left and there was nobody in front of me. Before I could think of what to say next, he said "You probably won't be in for long, I'll hang around till you come out and we can have a catch up". "Err okay" I mumbled and went in. I went in and made a beeline for the first space I could see, which was a corner, good for hiding in! I removed my shorts, threw them into the pile in the middle and began to wash. Just as I was about to tell myself not to think of anything sexual, I did and to my horror I got a rock hard erection. I managed to hide it by standing closely into the corner whilst I washed the rest of my body, but my shorts were in the middle and I was going to need them. "Fuck", even the imminent horror of having to turn around with a boner in the male showers, did not make it subside. I could feel the stare of the others behind awaiting their turn, so I grabbed my towel from the hook above, wrapped it around my waist, grabbed my shorts and shot out. I'd fortunately brought a beach towel with me so had enough there to at least hide my bulge. I was immediately greeted by Truffle Boy. "No time to get dressed?" he asked. "Oh, err .........I had a touch of Morning Glory and couldn't get my shorts on" I said, immediately wishing I'd made up some other excuse. He laughed and asked where I was camped, "You don't remember" I nervously laughed, "Not really no" he replied, "If I had, I think you may have had a visit!". My cock had reduced to a semi, but with that comment it went rock hard again. It meant he'd wished for more and that instantly turned me on. "Where are you camped?" I asked. "Just over there under the trees, it's close to the toilets, showers and doesn't get too hot so I've camped there the last couple of years" he replied, "Come with me, you can get out of your towel "he said with a grin. I followed him; we didn't say another word walking to the tent. My heart was once again pounding, suspecting that something was in store, my cock still not relenting. I felt I should make some small talk, even ask his name but somehow he was now "Truffle Boy" to me and I didn't really want that to change. He unzipped the tent, "Beer?" "Okay I said, "Please" as I plonked myself down on his airbed. Even if it was only about 10am, I'd been properly pissed on the last occasion and I was certainly going to need to calm my nerves this time. As we'd been walking up in silence it had all been going through my head, would we chat and then he'd slowly start seducing me, would I have to instigate something? Not sure I would have the nerve to anyway, but I knew I wanted something to happen, and badly. I could feel my pre-cum on my leg, in fact running down it. He handed me a beer and turned to zip up the tent. As he turned back, he took a swig of his beer, put it down, pulled my towel undone and with no hesitation wrapped his mouth round my cock and pushed his face down right to my pubes. I could have cum there and then. Why was this so fucking good? Then he just held it there for what seemed like an eternity, how could he breath I thought? He started stroking my legs and looked at me straight in the eyes as he slowly worked his way back up, his tongue lapping around inside his mouth as he inched his way back up, and I could feel every movement. As before, he ran his teeth over the head, down to the ridge and then back over repeatedly. I could actually see some of my jizz ooze through his teeth; he was doing it so slowly. "I love how you taste" he said, "I'd been hoping for another taster before it finishes". I'd been hoping for it too, but didn't know what to say so said nothing. I'd been sitting there quite awkwardly so stretched out and got a little more comfortable whilst glugging as much beer as I could quickly get down. Once again he took me right down, I was so glad as this had happened only once on the first occasion and was the main thought in my fantasies thereafter. With my cock right down his throat, he ran his fingers up my stomach and onto my chest, stroking gently as he looked up at me. His eyes were smiling and I nervously smiled back. He still held down there, his hands were all over me. Up and down my legs, over my stomach and chest, up and down my arms and hands, everywhere. Every nerve ending was on fire, this was ecstasy, no other word for it. He then massaged my balls as he worked his way back up to the head, then lapped his way back down and took one of my balls into his mouth. He knew just how much to suck on it, enough to feel truly wonderful but without making me feel like I'd just been kicked in the nuts! I so wanted to cum but as before, I didn't want it to end. Then a wild thought entered my mind, (wild for me anyway). "I want to suck him too!" I pulled myself away from him and beckoned to him to lie next to me which he did. I could see his hard cock straining to get out of his shorts and pulled them down releasing it as it popped out upright. It was about the same size as mine and looked nice. He had no pubic hair (presumably he shaved it) and his body was one I'd kill to have. I moved closer to his cock and took a lick, just one at first. It must have looked quite bad as I'm pretty sure I had the sort of look on my face you have when trying a food for the first time, one you're not quite sure of! I'd tasted my own jizz before and he (not surprisingly) tasted quite similar, and I'd never found it unpleasant, quite liked it in fact. I went back for another go and lightly circled the head of his cock. "Mmmmm" he groaned, and stretched out. I couldn't believe I was doing this. I felt too nervous to look at him at first so just looked at his cock as I played with it. I ran my tongue up and down it, at the front, at the back and down the sides. His heavy breathing told me he must be enjoying it which gave me more confidence. I knew from the outset that I wouldn't be able to deep throat him. I'd tried on a Banana several times in the past out of curiosity, and my gag reflex came in quite quickly every time. I'd had loved to have returned that favour if I could. Nonetheless I took it right into my mouth and down as far as I could. I went up and down a few times running my nails lightly below my lips with each movement, which seemed to be met with great appreciation. Much to my surprise I was now really into this, I rubbed his cock over my face smothering my face with my saliva and his jizz, revelling in the smell of it. I then slowly sucked on him as I stroked around his groin with my hands. I then for the first time looked up at him, he had his eyes closed and was licking his lips. I know I also do this at times during sex. For no reason that I could think of, (I hadn't increased my pace or anything) I heard his breathing rapidly increase and I knew he was probably about to cum. Now in these split seconds I really didn't know what to do, I had tasted my own jizz before and that tasted fine, but cum, I could never bring myself to try it. I didn't like the smell or the consistency, which I saw as being a bit like raw egg white! *A joke I'd been told many years before was `how do you stop a woman from swallowing'? `Marry her'! This had been the case with my wife who when keen and eager at the beginning always did it, but further into our relationship it ceased. But after smelling my own cum and bottling out of tasting it, I kind if saw her point!* Anyway, here I was about to be confronted with his cum, which I feared but at the same time I wanted to do the job properly as it were. I knew I couldn't swallow it, but decided he would cum in my mouth and I'd have to deal with it. I sucked hard and cupped his balls which I felt contract immediately. I looked into his eyes as he exploded into my mouth, I kept my mouth around his cock and kept going as his cum ran out and down onto his balls. I continued to massage his cum covered balls until he could take no more sucking and pulled away, his body shuddering. He was fanning his face to cool off for a few seconds, then pushed me over onto my back and shoved my cock down his throat. Again right down to the base, but this time no slow return. With his hands on my balls he bobbed up and down very fast. It was quite clear he wanted me to cum, and wanted it quickly. He got what he wanted as I came so hard I was almost doubled over it was so intense. He kept sucking, so much so that I didn't even see any of my own cum. Apart from one tiny bit he managed to get out, it was like he was trying to get that last bit of toothpaste out of the tube! We lay there for a while and finished our beers. He grabbed some tissues and cleaned himself. "I'll be off first thing in the morning" he said, but if you want to pop by for another *cough* Beer, you'll be more than welcome. He looked at me with a big smile and that cheeky grin. "Yeah, love too" I said and sort of took that as a cue for me to head off. I gave him a quick peck and said "see you later then" and let myself out. I was willing the day to pass that day, so as to get another mouthful of his cock again that evening. At around 8pm I couldn't wait any more. I walked to his tent and to my horror it was gone. I never did get around to asking his name. Scopey as before, am happy to receive comments / feedback scopexster@googlemail.com