Date: Sat, 3 Jan 2009 00:45:01 -0800 (PST) From: Rob Perez Subject: My Adventures With Older Men: Peter Thank you to all who have written me in response to my stories about myself and Jim. My love and appreciation and kisses to all your cocks goes out to you. LOL Well continuing on with my adventures. After Jim had left, I was cock-starved. Nothing came my way. I was heavily involved in school, and with my part-time job, it made it hard for me to have any free time to myself. I would masturbate when I had the chance, recounting my times with Jim. I'd surf the net for porn, and jerk off. After awhile though, it did not do the trick. I was in need of some cock. I wanted the real thing. I missed the moments I had with Jim. I wouldn't get any until the following summer. I had just finished my first year of college. My part-time job was getting to me, and I wanted to earn some more money. I found myself job hunting for a summer job, and I came across a job to work out of a summer camp, north of the city. I figured it would be a good choice, considering for what I was studying for. The camp was about an hour and half drive away. I did well in my interview, and eventually landed the job to work there. While working there, I'd get to stay at the camp for the whole duration of June to the beginning of August. The camp was a very nice place. It was set on a nice lake in a nice wooded area, with small lodges surrounding the lake, to where the kids would stay. It had lots of activities, ranging from volleyball to swimming, to hiking. The kids ranged from eleven to the eight. I was on one of the counsellor's staff, and assisted them with their group of kids. The first few weeks took quite some time to get adjusted to the new settings, and the kids. I'd eventually settle in, and most of the kids liked me, mostly for my witty humour. I would get a two-hour break each day, and each day I would take a hike on the trails to keep myself fit, and to get away from the craziness at the camp. It was great to clear my head, and take a break from the kids, especially on the days the kids gave trouble. I would explore all the trails in the area, and sometimes found new trails to hike on. They led to different areas of the wooded area that surrounded the camp. One time I found a very nice lookout, that overlooked a nice valley. It was on one of my adventures on the new trails that I'd come across Peter. I was adventuring out into the trails and took a trail the ran along a small river. I wanted to follow the trail to the end to see how far it ran. I walked along the trail, that enveutually ended at a small beach. I decided to walk along the beach, continuing on. It was then in the distance that I saw a jeep parked on the beach. There on the beach layed a nude man, tanning in the sun. I ran back into the trees, afraid for him to spot me. There he lay. I crept a little closer, to get a view. I would say he was in his late 50's or early 60's. He little hair on his body, with light hair behind his cock. I couldn't tell the size of his cock, but it was a fair size. He had silver hair, and was clean shaven. I couldn't believe my luck, stumbling upon this. I grew hard, just staring at him. I would silently leave, remembering to come back again to see if he was there the next day. Sure enough, when I ventured on the same trail, again I saw him, naked as he was born. This time around he was on the rocks, and was venturing out into the water. There I watched him bath his skin with the water. His cock hung down. I judged that he was cut, from what I could see. I had no clue if this man was gay or maybe he was just a nudist enjoying the outdoors. I was immensely turned on, just staring at him. It was my highlight of my walks, and brought some joy to a rather dull summer. My curiosity started to bug me. Was he gay? I wanted to know more. For a week I just stared at him, hiding in the forest trees around the small beach. One time I whipped out my cock, hiding behind a tree, and started to jerk off. I fantasized what he would do to me. Fantasized about sucking on his cock. He was there at the small beach during the week, mostly on the hot and sunny days. It was almost like a ritual for him, enjoying his time there. I decided one day to gather some more information on him. I stole a set of binoculars from camp and brought them along. I once more hid in the trees, and focused in on him. There he lay. On his towel, laid a pair of glasses. My assumption of him being cut was correct, and a he had a lovely cock for a man of his age. He was definitely hung. He had a beautifully tanned body, and was quite in shape. I'd even say a little muscular. I then hit the jackpot. When I scanned over to his jeep, there I saw on the bumper a sticker. It was the gay flag sticker. He was gay. But then I started questioning it. What if this wasn't his jeep? What if he really wasn't? What if he was taken, and this was him, just getting out and sunbathing? I didn't know what to do. I thought about it and questioned it when I slept at night. I was craving for cock. I hadn't had it in a long time. I wanted him, but how was I going to introduce myself or meet him, without making it an embarassing situation. I thought of plan one night, and decided to put it into action. I decided to take my break a little earlier than usual and went for my walk. I took a towel with me. My plan was to reach the spot before him. There I was going to go for a little swim and bath in the river, completely nude. I knew that nobody swam or passed by on boat, through my days of scoping out the place. It was a fairly isolated area. My hopes was that he'd see me when he got there, to at least check out my goods. It sounded far-fetched but I was willing to give it a go. I reached the spot, and sure enough my guess was right. He was not there, and I had reached early. I stripped down to nothing, and went onto the rocks in the river. I sprinkled water over my body. The river water was slightly cool. I ventured out into the river, and swam for a bit.. I looked back to the beach to see if anybody would arrive. Unfortunately, he did not show. I waded for about a good 15 to 20 minutes. I finally gave up. I may have come on a day he did not show. I walked back to the beach. Just as I had just put my shorts on, along came my mystery male, waltzing in. I was shocked, and saddened, for I had timed it wrong. I finished drying off. We exchanged hello's, however, my shyness came over me and I put my shirt back on and left, without saying anything else. Also, I had to get back to camp. I walked away back into the woods, but not without stopping, and hiding behind a tree well aways. I saw him strip down out of his, and rub his tanning lotion on himself. His beautiful body glistened.. I was immensely turned on. I rushed back to camp, but vowed to try again. The second day, I tried once more. However, this time around I found that I came slightly late. As I was arriving, I heard the motor of his jeep. I ran back into the woods, and hid again by the tree. Again, I watched my mystery male. He stood around for a bit, looking around. I wonder if he was looking for me. I again watched him doff his clothes, and venture out into the river. I wanted him badly. I imagined sucking on his cock. I was turned on, and rubbed my hard-on through my shorts. I ventured back to camp, determined that the third was going to be my charm. For the next two days it rained, and it was a Friday, before the sun came out. I decided to venture out again. I was determined that I was going to get my man. I ventured out to the spot again. This time, I was early, and he was not around. I looked around, making sure that nobody was there. I stripped down again, and ventured out into the river. I stood by the rocks, sprinkling the water on my body. I finally decided to wade out. I swam around again for a bit. I turned to shore, and to my luck, there waltzed in my mystery man. He saw me wading out in the river. I watched as he put down his stuff. I continued pretending to wade and swim in the cool river water. I turned again to the shore, and watched my mystery guy strip down. He was stripping without any hesitation. He layed down a big beach blanket. He pulled from his bag the bottle of lotion, and proceeded to rub down his body. I watched him rub his cock with the lotion, and I got hard, even though I was in the water. I didn't want to come out with a hard-on, but who was I kidding. I wanted him, and there wasn't any other way to show it. He took his glasses off, and sat down on the blanket, naked, watching me. I waded around before making my move to the shoreline. I came out of the river, walking out, dripping wet. I was semi-hard coming out. As I may my way, my mystery male became clearer. He was good looking, tanned nicely, and his body glistened even more. He was extremely fit for his age. His cock was cut as I thought it was, and not only that, but he was semi-hard as well from what I could see. He got up, kneeling, with his semi-hard cock hanging. He stared at me as I ventured for my towel. I started to dry off my body. I tried pretending that I wasn't being noticed. I got him from the side of my eye, staring at me. I finally interjected, being a little of a bitch, and asking if I could help him. He responded, saying possibly. I tried to hide my smile, blushing, but my excitement I couldn't contain. He wanted me. I became hard. I walked over to my mystery male, and knelt down in front of him. He took the bottle of tanning oil, and began to put some in his hands. He got behind me kneeling down and rubbed some on my back, massaging me. It felt good. Again, he'd take the oil, and he this time worked my chest from behind. The third time, he went for my cock, rubbing, and oiling it up, before jerking me slowly. I was in extacy. He began to kiss on my neck softly. He definitely got me going and I moaned lightly in enjoyment. I didn't care if somebody walked in or was watching us. I was lost in the moment. He layed me down on the blanket, and began kissing my body. He was so gentle. His kisses made it's way down to my cock area. He began to kiss my cock. I never had this feeling before. Finally his kisses made it's way over the head of my cock, before his mouth engulfed me. It was almost like he was making out with my cock, but I loved every minute of it. I began to moan every time he went down. I loved the way he sucked my cock. I never had an older male suck my cock, especially like he did. After a few more sucks, I stopped him and got up, taking the tanning oil. I decided to repay him the favour. I sat up and poured it on his chest, before my hands began to rub the oil down into his chest and back. I would eventually but some into my hands and began stroking his cock as he knelt down. He would eventually lay back onto the blanket, allowing me to play with him some more. My tongue would reach his nipples, playing with them, before eventually licking down to his cock. He was a good six inches erect, but he had some girth to his cock. I would eventually allow my tongue to play around the head of his cock. I could taste the oil, though not the best taste, I got used to it. I licked up and down his shaft, before engulfing him. His hand caressed my hair and my face as I went up and down his cocks. He was very quiet, slightly moaning, with quiet "mmm's".. I didn't know if he was enjoying it because he was so quiet, so every now and then I peered up, and his expression on his face definitely showed he enjoyed my fellatio. He would eventually stop me after a bit, and pulled me towards him, ontop of his body. My cock touched his, and rubbed against his body. He kissed me deeply, and I layed ontop of him, making out, while rubbing my cock against his. Our body's felt great against each other. My inhibitions didn't care about the surroundings. I wanted him. He got of the some of the oil beside him, lubing up his fingers. As I made out with him, he took his finger, and began to play with my hole while I was ontop of him. Eventually he'd slip it in and finger me gently. I loved every minute of it, and really had to restrain and control myself. I found self rubbing my cock more against his body and his cock. He eventually whispered in my ear, asking if he could fuck me. I moaned and sighed out a yes. Peter would get me on all fours.. Once more he took the oil, using it as a lube, and lubed up his cock and my ass. Slowly he pressed his cock against my hole, and slowly slid it in. When it slid in all the way, I let out a moan. I didn't care if I was late. I wanted his cock. Slowly, Peter would work up a pace. It was slow and comfortable, but ever so pleasing. Eventually he would ram me as deep as he could, making sure all his cock got in. I moaned with each pump of his cock. He would eventually give the courtesy of a reach around, grabbing my hard cock. He quickly jerked me off. When I was about to cum, he stopped pumping me and rapidly jerked my cock, till my cum splashed beneath onto the towel. I moaned as I reached orgasm with him. He began to pump my ass again, picking up where he left off. After a few more deep pumps, he pulled his cock out and jerked it off. It wasn't before he let out a moan, and splashed his cum onto my hole, my ass cheek and some on my lower back. I would go to the river and clean up. We'd exchange pleasantries, and I would learn his name. He admitted that he saw me from afar once, stopping his jeep and staring at me. I would eventually come clean, admitting that I was spying on him from afar, and fantasized about him. He joked around saying that he had never had a stalker before, and was flattered that I was spying on him. Peter would offer me a ride back to the camp. He asked if I could meet him again on Saturday evening. I didn't know if I could get out of duty, but I told him I could see what I could do. I snuck back into camp, making up an excuse that I was in the bathroom not feeling so good. I wasn't too late as I missed only 20 minutes of duty. I would eventually somehow get out of duty on Saturday evening, stating that I had a family matter to attend to. It was that night that I'd have another exhilarating evening with Peter, which I will share in my next entry.