Date: Tue, 30 Oct 2012 08:51:24 +0000 (GMT)
From: penny cox <pennycox694@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Never Ride with Strangers

I had been offered a ride home from the swimming pool several times, but
always refused, remembering my mothers warning of never get into a car with
a stranger. I went swimming alone, but told my mum that I was meeting
friends. Over many months I had met a couple of old boys, who seemed to
like to glance over at me a lot. They are both retired and well into their
60s, but seem so friendly. I always get a "Hello" in the pool, and if I'm
hanging from the rail at the deep end, offen get an "Accidental" little
brush of a hand across the front of my trunks, and that feels so good. In
the changing rooms, it's even better. I choose a cubicle roughly opposite,
and get a lovely display of willy-waving and bending over.

Several times I'd been offered a lift home, but always refused, but today I
felt like breaking the rules.  "OK" I said when George offered me a
lift. "Well we'd better get changed then" he said with a smile. In the
changing room, I noticed George getting dried and changed quicker than
usual, but when he pulled his underpants up, he stopped and lifted his cock
up with the waistband, and waved it at me, before pulling them up all the
way. I made my way out into the car park, it was a lovely warm summer day,
and looked round for George and his car. There he was, waving at me from
the middle of the car park. I made my way over there, looking round
constantly, for anyone who might know me. When I got to his car, he was
already sitting in it. I had one last look around, opened the door and got
in.

"Hello Peter" George said "I'm glad you've change your mind. What time have
you got to be home"? "Mum doesn't get in till 5.00 this afternoon" I said
in a whisper. "Oh, Peter, that's three and a half hours away. Shall we go
for a ride"? I nodded. He started the car and we were off. "How about some
sun-bathing Peter? I know a perfect place, very private, and where you
can't be seen".  "OK" I said, still looking round for anyone who might know
me. "What are you looking for Peter"? George asked. "I'm frightened some
one might see me in your car". "There, there Peter" he said patting me on
my leg "we'll be out in the country soon, where no-one will see you". He
left his hand on my leg. It felt nice. We headed out of town and up onto
the Downs, along country lanes, with nice views over the town. George
turned the car along an overgrown track, and then up to a dry-stone wall,
with an old 5-bar gate in it. We stopped at the gate and George sighed
"We're here Peter". He got out and got a bag from the boot. "This way
Peter" I followed him through the open gate, then left along the other side
of the wall. "Look at the lovely view" he said "You can see all of it from
here. As we rounded a bend, I saw a patch of grass that was trodden
down. George stopped, opened the bag and got a blanket out. I watched as he
spread it carefully out over the flattened grass. "I come up here sometimes
Peter, for a bit of sunbathing. Let's do it in our underpants, shall we"?

I stood at the edge of the blanket and watched as he undressed to his navy
blue y-fronts that I'd seen him so many times before in the changing
rooms. He folded his clothes and laid down, whispering "Come on Peter, get
undressed". It sounded more like an order, so I began to obey, undoing my
shirt. George held his hand out to take it, which he did, and folded it
neatly, as I kicked off my plimsoles, and undid the tie-cord on my jog
bottoms. They fell to the floor, and as George reached over for them, he
looked me up and down. "You're such a lovely looking boy Peter. Bill and I
call you BB. Do you know why"? I shook my head. "It stands for Beautiful
Bottom. We both noticed you a long time ago, and gave you that name. Bill
kept on about a boy with a beautiful bottom that comes swimming alone, and
when I saw you, I knew why. Here, came and lie down" he said patting the
blanket beside him. I nervously sat down beside him. "What did you think of
us old pervs, looking over at you Peter".  "I liked being looked at" I
said, sitting down beside him. "Lay down and relax" George said, holding
out his hand. I took hold of it and slowly sat down, then laid back beside
him, still holding on to his hand. I looked over. He was smiling at me. I
looked down at his navy blue y-fronts, with that familiar bulge. So close,
I wanted to reach out and touch it. "So you like Bill and me looking at you
do you Peter"? he asked. I nodded. "We both love to see your bottom in the
changing room, ity's so lovely. Why not show it to me now Peter"? I looked
over at him. "Come on Peter, take your pants off. There's no-one around,
it'll only be me seeing you. You do like being looked at don't you"? "

I stood up, looked around, then hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my
pants, and pulled them down to my thighs, then wiggled my bottom till they
slipped down to the floor. "Oh Peter, you wiggle that bottom so
nicely,. Step out of the pants". I stepped sideways and watched him pick
them up. His eyes lifted to my boy-cock. "Turn around Peter" he said. I
obeyed and showed him my bottom. "Feet wide apart Peter, and bend over" I
obeyed again and did as I was told, bending over to show him my bottom. I
looked up at the lovely view over the town far below us. It didn't feel
funny or dirty, showing this man my bottom. "Oh Peter, Bill and I have
often wondered what your little boy-hole would look like. It's lovely
Peter" I felt a hand as it touched my leg and worked up to my bottom
cheeks. "OOOhhhhhh Peter" George sighed, as he started to carress my bottom
cheeks. Round and round, his hand went, and then a finger dropped in
between my cheeks, and started moving up and down. "OOOOhhhhhhhhhhh" I
moaned as it touched my little hole. "Is that nice"? he asked. "Yes" I
blurted out. Again and again it slid up and down my cleavage, causing me to
moan each time. "You like that don't you Peter"? I nodded. "Come and lay
down beside me on your tummy"

Again I obeyed, but kept glancing over at his pants, and that bulge. Once I
was settled, I felt the hand again, but this time across my shoulders,
pulling me towards him. "Why not give George a little cuddle"? he whispered
in my ear "Put your arm around me Peter". I obeyed, and slid my right arm
up over his hairless chest, and pulled myself to him., until my head was
resting on his shoulder, and my eyes were on the y of his pants. I'd seen
him in those pants so often in the changing rooms, and wanted to go over
into his cubicle and sit on his lap, and ease my hand down inside them.
"Give old George a kiss Peter" I lifted my head and receiced a little peck
on the lips. I felt a hand on my bottom again, and a finger in between my
cheeks. I started to moan again each time it slid over my boy-hole.
"Another kiss " he whispered. Again I lifted my head and received several
little pecks, then a longer one, as I felt his finger resting right over my
boy-hole. I wanted him to push it inside me, and just as I felt his tongue
against my lips, he eased his fingertip gently inside. Oh it felt so
good. I moaned as the kiss ended. "Is that nice Peter"? George asked. I
nodded and smiled at him. The finger eased further inside and then began to
move in and out. "My finger is making love to your bottom Peter. Do you
like it"? I closed my eyes, put my head back and moaned in time with the
finger movements. "Bill wants to push his cock up inside you Peter. We've
talked about it at the swimming pool, while watching you in the changing
rooms." The finger pushed in deeper and eased in and out quicker. I moaned
even more. "Bills' a perv, and he really wants to get inside your bottom
Peter, and do what I'm doing till he cums his lot. Do you think you'd like
that"? I opened my eyes and pleaded "Kiss me George". His lips found mine,
his tongue flicked into my mouth. We kissed and kissed as his finger moved
in and out. As the kiss ended I whispered "Yes, tell Bill YES". Then lots
more kisses.

"Bill will be at the pool tomorrow, at the usual time. I'll phone him
tonight and tell him what you've said. Shall I tell him you'll be at the
pool"? I nodded and rested my head on his shoulder again, looking down at
his bulging pants. "You like looking at my pants don't you"? I nodded.
"Would you like to look down inside them Peter"? Again I nodded. "Go on
then, I won't mind" he said, still easing his finger in and out of my
bottom. I slid my fingertips down under the waistband of his Y-Fronts, and
lifted them up an inch or two. There it was, Georges lovely stiff cock. "Do
you want to touch it Peter"? I nodded. "Go on then, I want you to. I've
always wanted you to. Bill wants you to feel his as well. It would be nice
if he was here with us, wouldn't it Peter. I nodded just as my fingers
wrapped themselves around his stiff shaft. I watched as my hand made the
familiar movements inside his pants. I was wanking a man for the first
time. "Kiss me Peter" he shouted. We began a long kiss that ended with him
blurting out "I'm cuming Peter". I felt his cock twitch and pump. and I
knew he was spurting out his heavenly cream.

"Oh Peter" he sighed "I'll come swimming tomorrow as well"

End of Part One