Date: Wed, 17 Jun 2015 18:31:50 +0100
From: wankyodickdaily@gmail.com
Subject: Harry's Diary: My Gay Adventures - #4

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Friday 7th November 2013

"I won't be long. I've got to price up that job in Wythenshawe, nip to the
brick yard, and then I'll be back," explained Jim.

"Get us a burger and chips on the way back," asked Darren.

"Yeah, and me," I added.

 Jim shuffled around in his pocket for change. His dick bulge bounced as he
did. After counting his coins, he turned and disappeared out of the
door. Darren was fiddling with some wiring.

"I'm gonna make a brew. Do you want?"

"Yeah, go on then."

 I collected up the cups from around the room.

"Milk, no sugar, mate."

  We'd been building an extension on the back of a house. The house was
huge. Based out in Cheshire, it had a nice wood and river at the bottom of
the garden. We were having a surprisingly mild November so it was nice to
have a bit of lunch down at the river.
 I took two cups of tea into the soon-to-be study room and set one down on
the floorboards beside Darren.

"How's college going, mate?"

"Alright," I sighed.

"Really?" Darren probed.

"Yeah, I just get a bit bored of it. Hate sitting and listening. I'd rather
be here doing it all the time really."

"How long is the corse?"

"Two years."

"Oh, well that ain't long, mate. You'll be done in no time."

"It feels like forever."

"At the end of the day, if you want decent wages got to have the
qualification. You know what I mean, Hal?"

"Yea, I know. I don't want it. It just gets boring."

 Darren sat himself down on the step ladder and sipped his tea.

"That's fucking horrible that," he moaned. "Did you put any sugar in?"

"You said no sugar!"

"No I didn't," he denied.

"You fucking did," I argued.

"Oi! Language. I'm old enough to be your Dad."

"You said no sugar though!"

"I'll give you a good hiding if you carry on," he threatened with a laugh.

"Yeah, I'd like to see you try."

 Darren stared me dead in the eye, set his tea down, then grabbed my wrist.

"Yeah," he tested.

"Fuck off," I retorted.

 Darren yanked my wrist and pulled me onto the floor. I lied chest down in
the sawdust.

"Hey!" I cried.

 He held me down and then squatted down onto my lower back.

"Don't cheek me, boy. I can hurt you."

"Just get off," I pleaded.

"What do you say?"

"What?"

 Darren sat heavy on me now. He leaned forward towards me. His face beside
mine. I was sure I could feel something bulging on my butt cheeks.

"What do you say?" He whispered into my ear.

"Sorry," I mumbled.

"Say it louder."

 I felt his hips press mine.

"I'm sorry!"

"Good boy."

 Darren jumped up a helped me to my feet. He brushed the sawdust off of my
t-shirt. I felt panicked, but slightly aroused.

"I'm only messing with ya, Hal."

 He ruffled my hair.

"I know."




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Monday 10th November 2013

"I'm going to go for a walk for 20 minutes. Need a break from all this
noise," said Darren.

"Okay mate," acknowledged Jim.

"You coming?"

"Nah," Jim declined. "I need to give the other lads a hand with the steel."

"Alright. See you in a bit then."

"I'll come!" I said.

 I jumped up and caught up to Darren as he headed into the wood.

"You don't mind?" I asked.

"Nah, come on. Let's have a little adventure."

 It was lunch time. It was a pretty gloomy day. It had been cold and cloudy
all day. Twigs and dried leaves snapped and rustled under our feet as we
climbed a steep bank and headed over into a dense part of the woods. We
talked about college, his kids, particularly his Son who had just turned 16
and wanted to be an electrician too. After a few hundred meters into the
wood, Darren stopped for a piss.

"Oh, sorry," I said as I turned away.

"I'm not shy," he laughed.

 Darren had pulled his dick out in front of me without warning.

"You can have a look if you want, Hal."

 I turned my head towards him slightly and glanced from the corner of my
eye. His dick was long. Not as thick as my Uncle Jim's, but very long. Like
a snake.

"Have a good look, mate," Darren urged.

 I turned to watch him. He waved his cock around, laughing, as yellow piss
sprayed out and splashed in the mud.

"Shaky snaky!"

 He stopped pissing. He dropped his tracksuit and pants to his knees, then
started shaking his hips so that his cock flew around like a windmill.

"You're an idiot," I laughed.

"Catch it if you can Harry!"

"What?"

"Go on. Bet you can't grab it."

 He thrust his hips swinging his manhood faster. I approached him and stood
in front watching the dick swing.

"Grab it, Harry," he said deeply.

 His face was different now. He'd stopped laughing and was looking
longingly into my eyes. His mouth was slightly open and his lips were
moist. His hips slowed, but his dick still swung in a circular motion.

"Quick," he breathed.

 I did it. I reached out my hand and grabbed it by the shaft. He let out a
sigh as I pulled at it lightly, and then I let go. It hung down in front of
him like a hose.

"I win," I smiled.

"Play with it."

"Okay."

 I put my hand over it and began to massage it. With my other hand I a
stroked and pulled at his saggy balls. He unzipped his tracksuit jacket and
lifted up his t-shirt slightly. His stomach was tight with a line of hair
heading up from his belly button to his chest. His pubic hair was trimmed
short. As his dick swelled it became evident I was going to need to use two
hands. It was long. Really long. Like a horse.

"Not bad for an old guy, yeah?" Darren asked.

"Yeah," I breathed as I pulled up and down his long shaft.

 His dick was veiny and I could feel them beneath my fingers. He was fully
hard now, but his dick still didn't stand up, it was so long. He pushed my
hand away and wrapped his fist around the end of his own cock. He jerked it
off.

"Have you ever taken a dick, mate?"

"Yeah, course," I said with confidence.

"A big one?"

"Yeah," I lied. Not that long anyway.

"Show me your hole," Darren ordered.

 He pushed his pants to his ankles and stood wanking as I unbuttoned my
jeans. I turned from him and looked out into the trees. No one was
around. I pulled my jeans and underwear down and then bent to show him my
ass.

"The hole," he insisted. "Pull your cheeks apart."

 I did as I was told. I stood with my pants at my ankles in the cold, wet
woods, baring my poop chute to this pervert.

"Nice. Smooth."

 I jumped as I felt his hands on my hips and his long dong between the
crack of my ass. I could feel my tight ass cheeks wank his dick as he
pushed his pole up and down.

"Can I fuck ya?"

"Yeah."

"Do you fucking want it in you?"

"Yeah," I moaned.

"How much do you want my big cock?"

"I need it."

"Good boy."

 He spat on his hand and then brushed it up my crack, massaging his saliva
onto my hoop, pressing it in with one of his fingers. He pulled my cheeks
apart again and then jammed his dick deep into my cavity.

"Ow, fuck!"

"Shh, just relax," he groaned as he drove his rod into my boy butt.

 He slowly pushed and pulled with his man meat as my hole gripped onto him
tight. It was a struggle at first, but after a few minutes of him cramming
it into me my hole back juicy and he was gliding in and hot.

"Fuck yeah, boy," Darren grunted. "Take my big dick."

 He thrust hard so I fell forward, my hands plunging into the mud as his
penis plunged into me. I moaned, ass in the air, as he pushed and pushed,
and pushed.

"Tell me you love my cock."

"I love it," I whined.

"Tell me how much you want my spunk!"

"Oh, yeah. Gimme your cum."

 He thrust hard again. I fell face first into the dirt as his dick slipped
out my hole.

"You're getting my cum, boy."

 Darren dropped down onto my back. I felt his long cock, wet and sticky
like a snake, throbbing on my back. He quickly grabbed his shaft and drove
his pole deep into my butt. I ached and moaned.

"Ah, fuck bitch. Yeah! You take my fucking cock hard. Fuck it, yeah!"
Darren growled as he ploughed me.

 He reached one arm around my neck and grabbed my head with the other. He
thumped and slammed me into the mud as he gave me full lengths of sword. My
hole was aching with pleasure and pain, but I couldn't take any more. I
just wanted him to spunk. As he gave another big thrust, he pressed his
dick so deep into me it made me feel sick. He laid heavy on my back as I
felt him begin to pump cum into my guts.

"Oh shit," he growled as he emptied his seed into me.

 I laid still, shaken and excited as he twisted my head and planted his
lips onto mine, cramming his tongue into my mouth. He tongue fucked my
throat as his dick throbbed violently in my hole. He stopped kissing me and
laid on top for a few minutes as we both caught our breath. As he withdrew
from me I felt our sex juices splat on my ass cheeks.

"We better get back," he said, spitting onto the ground.

"What about me cumming?"

"I'll help you later," Darren promised.

END

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