Date: Fri, 19 Jun 2015 13:42:00 +0100
From: ali.marstraitt@hush.com
Subject: Nunhead Revisited

NUNHEAD REVISITED - The Sacred and Profane Memories of Captain Ali
Marstraitt

DISCLAIMER: it is traditional to state that all events and characters
described are fictional, but actually this really is exactly what I did the
other day, so there! If for some legal reason or other you should not be
reading stories about men having sex with each other, please look away now.

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(c) Ali Marstraitt

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The other day was a gloriously sunny day of the kind which English summers
reserve exclusively for weekdays when ordinary civilians, as I am now, are
cooped up in airless offices, longing for escape. The warm weather taunts
us men particularly cruelly, like a shot of pure testosterone straight to
the system. In suit trousers up and down the country, hard throbbing cocks
long too for escape from their hot, sweaty confines.

My own cock had been up and down in my pants since I had started work at 8
o'clock, distracting me along with the roiling in my balls. By midday I
could not take it any more. However, as luck would have it, I had an
advantage: I was working from home. With no boss around to notice me leave
for a while, I decided that lunchtime would be extended. It was time to
cruise.

I was desperate to get out and get off, but preparation is key so it was
another twenty minutes before my ass was squeaky clean and I strode out of
the house in a tight t-shirt and tracksuit bottoms. In the circumstances I
had decided against wearing anything underneath the bottoms, and I was so
horny that anyone glancing at my crotch would clearly see the outline of my
semi, probably in enough detail to realise it's circumcized!

In the leafy corner of south east London that I now call home, a
neighbourhood called Nunhead, there's a beautiful Victorian cemetery. It is
densely overgrown, like a walled forest, and it is not in active use for
burials any more so is mostly treated as a bit of a nature reserve and a
place to walk the dog. It is also a place for horny fuckers to go and find
new `friends'! Now, I have walked the cemetery's paths many times but never
actually had any luck finding a new friend, but that day my cock was
twitching like some kind of divining rod and I just knew that my luck would
be in.

How right I was. I was just coming up to the cemetery's gate when this hot,
skinny guy in his mid-twenties sauntered out and walked past me in the
road. I looked him in the eye and we each gave a sort of half smile as we
walked past each other. When I got to the gate I turned to check out how
his ass looked in his skinny chino shorts, and sure enough he was looking
round too. I carried on into the cemetery and paused to see if he was
coming back.

Sure enough, the guy was back in just under a minute. Fashionably
mid-length light brown hair; tight striped t-shirt like some kind of
bandit; those skinny chino shorts that everyone in London is wearing right
now. I was leaking in my tracksuit pants.

I turned away and headed up a main path, pausing at the next junction and
pleased to see that Hot Guy was heading my way. I took a side path, then
slowed up as I started checking left and right to look for a way into the
undergrowth to get this guy's pants down. Eventually, he caught me up,
smiling again as he saw the tent in my tracksuit.

"Hey," I said shyly. "Do you know any, er, interesting places here?"

"Yeah," he said quietly. With a gentle, northern accented voice he went on,
"It's a bit of a walk, but all the best places are up the other side on the
hill."

"Let's go," I smiled. "I'll follow you."

He turned, and as I started walking he looked back at me and said, "Best to
leave a bit of distance before you follow, yeah?"

So I hung around pretending to be fascinated by the nearest gravestone, as
my sexy northern new `friend' set off down the path.

Half a minute later I started wandering at a discreet distance, and in no
time we had crossed the cemetery. I saw him turn off the path by a large
tomb, and I hurried to catch up. By the time I had followed the small
tracks beyond the tomb, my new friend had found a spot in a small clearing,
and already had his hard cock out over the top of his waistband, giving it
a leisurely wank. I walked all the way up to him and gently took over, his
cock feeling hot and hard in my hand.

With my face less than an inch from his, I hoped we would kiss. There are
guys who like to get off but draw the line at the intimacy of a kiss with a
stranger. As I studied his smooth skin, with light patches of soft looking
stubble which might pass for a start on a moustache and little chin beard,
I wanted to taste his lips so badly.

The hot sexy northerner closed the distance between our faces, and our lips
met. His tongue was in my mouth and mine in his, and hallejujah he was a
good kisser! We took our time gently biting lips and exploring with
tongues, and somewhere along the way my pants dropped too and a nimble set
of narrow fingers wrapped around my throbbing dick and caressed my balls.

"Oh," he whispered as we paused our kiss and he glanced down. "Oh yes,
that's a nice size, hard cock!"

Actually my cock is very average, standing at six inches exactly when
aroused. But despite all the grandeur of the huge dicks you see everywhere,
six inches can look deceptively big I suppose, and I was not about to
reject the compliment. Coming from this guy, it was a great compliment too:
he was clearly bigger. I'm guessing seven and a half inches, complete with
foreskin. Solid as rock and totally inviting.

I kissed him some more, slipping my hand down the back of his pants and
feeling the most amazingly firm, totally smooth ass. I trailed a finger
down his crack and nestled a fingertip at the entrance of the tightest hole
I have possibly ever touched. Already in heaven, I broke the kiss and bent
down to get a taste of his hot hard cock.

Foreskins are a bit alien to me and you can never be sure how far a guy's
skin cover will pull back, so I decided to leave that to him. I just
gripped it lightly between my lips, let it roll as far as it seemed to want
to go, and then ran my tongue all over his tip as far as it was exposed in
my mouth. His cock was fresh and wholesome, and I got a faint hint of new
salty precum as my reward so I started bobbing a little on his shaft as I
cupped and played with a nice, hairy set of healthy medium sized balls. My
fingertip was still nudging up against his hole too, and as I was bent over
he returned that favour and pushed a finger against my tight hole. Like I
said before, preparation is key: it's so worth it when a guy is close to
entering your ring with his finger, if you're relaxed knowing that he's
going to find you're as clean on the inside as you are on the outside.

This was hot. I paused only to dribble some spit on my finger before
returning it to his hole, and pushed on it again as I tasted his cock in my
mouth and pulled on his balls some too. He was making little appreciative
noises so I knew it was going well for us both. Even with spit I could
barely get my fingertip through his supertight ring, so I doubted this
encounter would end with me inside him. I wondered, would he end up fucking
me?

Suddenly he pulled his cock out of my mouth and sharply pulled up his
pants, reacting to some noise I had not heard myself. Less than a second
later my own pants were back up in place too.

Looking around and staring through the trees, he said, "I'm not too sure
how near the path is at the back here. There's a lot of dog walkers and
folks around today. I think there are some better places higher up the hill
though."

"Okay," I said, "You head on up and I'll be behind you."

I really did want to be behind him too. That ass felt so amazing -- smooth,
tight, firm buns. His cock was not the only thing I hoped to taste. But
anyway, I waited and then slipped back onto the path by the big tomb, and
headed after him up the hill. I watched from a distance as he disappeared
down a side path, only to reappear shaking his head at me. He did that
twice, and then I decided to try to find a spot myself, so I slipped off
the path between some huge monuments. In the undergrowth, I ducked under a
low hanging tree thick with mistletoe and ivy, and found a gloriously
secluded grotto of greenery.

I was a bit worried that the undergrowth might be too thorny for Hot Guy's
sexy bare legs, but he ducked under the tree and joined me. We could hear
dog walkers nearby, maybe just yards away, but we were well shielded on all
sides and so although a dog might possibly come and find us, it was
unlikely any human would follow.

The sexy northerner unzipped. His dick, like mine, had lost its hardness
during our relocation, but we resumed our kiss as and my hands roamed his
smooth, fit body, blood flooded back into my dick and his. Soon my finger
was back at his hole, and this time penetrated a little further. He bent
down and took my cock in his sweet lips.

It makes me happy when my hard dick makes a guy want to show his
appreciation by tasting it and working it in his mouth. To be honest
though, it's not often that I truly get stimulated by the act of being
sucked. So, I loved seeing this hot twink with his lips on my cock. My cock
though, was not that fussed about the attention. It stayed good and hard,
but a slight scrape of teeth made me tense up, and when it happened again I
needed to switch. I gently lifted his head, and kissed once more his
welcoming lips.

Our fingers entered each other's holes more fully now, and my cock started
leaking just a little. This did not go unnoticed, and he dipped a finger
onto the glistening tip of my dick, and then lifted the drop of clear fluid
to his mouth for a taste. Hot!

He was wanking hard now, and I really wanted to feel my dick rubbing in the
cleft of his firm smooth ass. I pulled on his hip to see if he would turn,
but he resisted -- maybe thinking I was moving in for the fuck, or maybe
just getting nervous about the nearby noises of other people in the
cemetery.

I was going to reassure him that I just wanted to feel his skin with my
cock, but his wanking had picked up pace and now he said, "Ready to cum!"

I love it when a guy unloads his nuts, so I grabbed his sac with one hand
and with the other I urgently pushed my finger as deep inside his tight
hole as it would go, and moved it inside him in and out just as several
squirts of jizm fired from his dick and spattered on the ground.

When he had finished I put both hands down the back of his pants and had a
final handful of his fantastic ass as I kissed him for what I knew would be
the last time ever. Sure enough, a few moments later the kiss broke, his
shorts were buttoned, and he slipped out of our green grotto leaving me
alone, still hard but happy.

* * * * *

Hope you enjoyed my impromptu diary. Don't worry, I did get myself sorted
later when I got home -- hopefully I'll get a chance soon to tell you all
about that too.  Feel free to drop me an e-mail if you liked hearing about
a day in the life in Nunhead.