Date: Sun, 4 Sep 2005 00:17:54 -0400
From: stephenmills1985@googlemail.com
Subject: The Guy in Green

Family holidays to the USA are not fun. Especially when they contain no
opportunity to drink, have sex or anything else that might lead to some
fun. Here was the world's greatest democracy, yet it's a crime to have a
beer in a bar, perform several different sex acts and smoke a cigarette.

My family holiday this year was spent in the US. Florida to be exact. A
place, which would be a hell of a lot of fun. If only I was a year older.
We all went off to Islands of Adventure for the day, but given I had two
younger brothers (8 and 6), my parents had to look after them, and I was
left to roam the park myself. I made my way through various rides in the
park, checking out all the guys using the heat as an excuse to show bulging
biceps and lovely legs.

I wandered off to the Jurassic Park land, taking the opportunity to take a
photo of a T-Rex poking its head out of some bushes. I felt suspiciously
like a tourist with a digital camera round my neck, wearing sunglasses and
looking like I'd spent several days on a sun bed. Oh well, I thought
everyone else was on vacation; so I wasn't going to worry about it too
much.

I saw a big drop from a log flume, and decided that whatever it was, I was
going on that. If nothing else, it was rather hot and I liked the idea of
being soaking wet. It was the Jurassic Park River Adventure. I looked at
the queuing time and it was a more than reasonable 20 minutes. Joining the
queue, I took the chance to have a quick swig from a water fountain while
half listening to Richard Attenborough.

My time in the queue passed quickly, and was helped by a guy just in front
of me in the queue. He was about 6ft tall with short brown hair. I could
see from the back that he was wearing a green t-shirt and pale combat
trousers, which showed off some muscular buttocks. He turned round to
reveal a stunning set of eyes almost as green as the t-shirt and about half
a day's stubble. On the t-shirt was 'Made in Ireland', and then vaguely
heard him talking to his dad in the sexiest Irish accent I'd ever heard. I
sat there, staring at this man for an almost unhealthy amount of time,
thinking that here is a guy I shall never ever forget, despite the fact
that I shall never ever get to know him, never ever talk to him and never
ever see him again, but I shall spend the rest of my life thinking about
the guy.

The ride itself was fairly tame, with the guy I sat there fantasising over
sitting on the far side of the boat. It got more exciting when we got into
the rapture enclosure and then went up a conveyor belt, which took us to
the highest point in the ride, and a drop that I later discovered was 85
feet in the air.

Predictably, at the end of the ride, I was a little wet but the guy in the
green was absolutely drenched from head to toe. As I got off the ride, he
was shaking water off himself like a dog freshly out of the bath. After he
finished, he looked dead at me. He gave me an intense stare, one that I
couldn't work out. I panicked; did he catch me looking at him incessantly
throughout the queue time? Was he offended that I was staring at him? I
tried in a few seconds to analyse the stare, but it was steely, determined,
with no sense of friendliness. I tried smiling, but the only response I got
was that he turned away and looked at the photos taken while we were on the
ride. Oh well, I'll think about that guy for the rest of my life, and saw
when he was dripping wet, there wasn't a lot more I could ask from a
straight man.

My day petered out after that, a few more rides went by, all lacking the
excitement of the Jurassic Park ride, but never mind. I met back with my
parents, had lunch in a fast food restaurant and then head back to the
hotel.

If I thought that the time at the theme par had petered out, it was nothing
compared to the time spent back in the hotel. I sat at the laptop and did a
few bits and pieces that needed doing, went to the gym and did about half
an hour's workout and then went for a swim. We went out to a seafood
restaurant, where I spent time trying to flirt with the waiter in a very
subtle way, given that my parents didn't like me flaunting my sexuality.
After the meal, I went back to the hotel and after they went to bed, I
grabbed my key for the hotel room, and went down to the gazebo for the one
thing I could now do and relax in the time away from my family.

I lit the cigarette, a light breeze briefly threatened to put out the flame
that the lighter gave off, but thankfully it lit. I took an incredibly long
drag on the cigarette before gently breathing out. It was dark by now, and
could see the smoke coming out of my lips. I put the ashes from a saucer I
borrowed from the kitchen before going out. I relaxed in the warm August
evening, sitting there thinking that if I was back at home, I would be at
this time in the evening, preparing to go out for the evening with some
mates, which would hopefully lead to some action in the bedroom department
at the end of the evening. While contemplating this, I got the oddest
feeling. I thought that I was being watched. I looked round and saw
absolutely no-one around, and just thought I was being paranoid. I took
another drag on the cigarette, and went back to contemplating being in one
of the gay capitals of the world, and I had absolutely no chance of getting
any sex.

The next time I looked round, after I lit a 2nd cigarette, I got a shock.
It was the guy from the theme park from earlier, standing at the top of the
stairs. Here in the hotel that I was staying in. He walked down to the
stairs after I looked at him, while I casually looked back at the fountain
I was pretending to admire from the gazebo.

All I could hear was the approaching footsteps, and nothing else. The
closer he got, the louder the footsteps got. I didn't even have to turn
round to know that he was on his way down. I wonder what for, maybe he was
just being polite, as he wanted some fresh air. Maybe he wanted a chat;
maybe he wanted to admire the view. Either way, as the footsteps stopped, I
was about to find out.

"Excuse me mate, have you got a light?" He asked in the incredibly sexy
Irish accent of his.

"Yeah, sure," was my casual response. As I bought up a flame and he got the
last cigarette out of his packet. He lit the cigarette and moved his head
up and inhaled deeply.

"You look like you needed that," I remarked.

"Oh god man, you wouldn't believe the day I've had."

"Wanna talk about it?" He took another long drag on the cigarette and an
even longer breath before.

"We went to a theme park today, which was cool. But then, my little brother
insisted on trying to get this game. So we left the park early to go round
this mall that was about 3,000 feet, just to look for this video game. I
don't even like video games, which makes it even more annoying. Anyway, he
found said game, and is annoyed because it won't work on his console. We
then had to drive back to the mall, and he got annoyed because they
wouldn't give him his money back. Why couldn't my parents leave me at the
park?" he asked, in an annoyed tone. He took another drag on the cigarette
before continuing with his story.

"Oh that, and not being allowed to drink while I'm on holiday, despite
being old enough to drink back home."

"Man, that sucks, not allowed to either, haven't had a drink for nearly two
weeks. I'm gonna be a lightweight when I get back to the UK." He laughed at
my joke. This man. This gorgeous man just laughed at my joke. My joke. A
joke that I made, and he laughed at it. While thinking this, a set of
footsteps approached us.

"Cameron, we're off to the on site bar, are you coming?" asked an elegantly
dressed middle-aged lady.

"No thanks mum," he said, while making one of the most feeble attempts I've
ever seen to hide a cigarette. "I feel tired," his voice sounding weary.

"Are you still annoyed with your brother, he doesn't mean to annoy you,
he's just very self centred. You were like that at his age," she said,
almost knowingly.

"I know mum, but I'm still tired. And I don't feel like an orange juice
while sitting in a noisy bar that plays rubbish music."

"All right, love. Were not going to be back till the morning, were meeting
your Aunt Hilda afterwards. I'll give her your love." She moved forwards to
kiss his cheek, I suspect just to embarrass him while he was in
company. She went back, but turned round just before she reached the
stairs.

"Oh Cameron, there's some bottles of Budweiser I bought for you. It's the
only thing I could get. Just don't tell your father. I'll tell you where
they are on one condition."

"Which is?"

"Put out that cigarette." I laughed, at how much mother's seem to know
about their sons, whereas their son's seem to think that they're perfectly
innocent. She wandered back up the stairs.

"Fancy coming up for a beer?"

"Wouldn't dream of drinking all your beer. You need it."

"A beer on your own isn't a good beer," he said, stubbing out the remaining
cigarette on the saucer. "Tell you what, they'll be one for you. Room 829.
Come over if you want." He wandered back to his apartment, and I took the
final drag on the cigarette that I'd forgotten I'd lit.

After washing the saucer and making sure I looked reasonable (well as
reasonable as I can look), I wandered over to his flat, leaving a note for
my parents saying that I would be back later. I walked the short distance,
and was relieved to have found someone near my age similarly frustrated by
the age limit on alcohol. I might not get laid while on this holiday, bit
at least I get a highly illegal beer and some company for the evening.

I knocked on the door that was seemingly opened by a bottle of
Budweiser. Lurking behind the bottle of Budweiser was Cameron holding it
like a puppet.

"Sorry," he said, opening the door fully. "I'm in one of those moods."

"No worries dude, we all need one of those moods occasionally. Steve, by
the way," wandering into the apartment and extending my hand.

"Cameron," he said, returning the compliment. I took a swig of beer, and
glanced at his surroundings, noticing the TV was on.

"What's on TV?" I asked.

"Alien."

"Cool"

"I'll turn it off if you want."

"Leave it on." I said. And he did. We took our places at either end of the
sofa. We engaged in some idle small talk while the film was on about the
film itself, other films and life in general. We did until the end of the
film, only stopping to occasionally watch it if there was a really good bit
on. Just after the end of the film, he got up to went to the loo. I leaned
back and looked at what was on the coffee table. Amongst leaflets for theme
parks, a newspaper, a plant and four empty beer bottles, was a magazine
with its back cover facing. I turned over the magazine, to reveal a
half-naked man on the front cover and the "Gay Times" banner. I heard the
toilet flushing, so I put the mag back where it was and leaned back on the
sofa. He fetched another bottle of beer for us from the fridge, and
flumping on the sofa.

"So, where's this bar then?" I asked.

"It's in another part of the complex," he said, searching his pockets for
something. He pulled out the same packet of cigarettes from earlier out of
his pocket and looked annoyed as he realised that there was none.

"I thought you said you wouldn't smoke?" I said, offering him one out of
mine.

"And who are you, my mother?" he replied, aggressively. "Sorry," he said,
realising how angry he sounded.

"Surely the bar's a good place to find some fun on holiday?"

"If you like that sort of thing," he said, staring into the distant.

"Why, what's it like?"

"A noisy place with very bad music and drunk women," he said, weariness in
his voice.

"Sounds like the sort of thing I'd hate," I said. "I can't have a drink,
bad music, lots of noise," I paused, one for effect and two to have a long
swig of beer. "And secondly, a place full of women." He paused, seemingly
thinking about what I'd just said.

He turned to me and said "Does that have some sort of hidden meaning?"

"Do you want there to be?" He then put his hand on my lower thigh and
leaned in to kiss me. He hesitated for just a second, just to see if I
would return the favour. I moved forward at the same time and between the
two of us, our lips managed to meet briefly for a second.

He paused and pulled back for a second and looked intently into my eyes. I
gave him a smile and he looked back at me, giving me another smile. It was
at that point I regretted that I didn't say in my note that I wouldn't be
back until the morning. We carried on with our kissing, gently at first. No
sudden movements, with my hands caressing the top of his back, with him
stroking the upper part of my thigh, being slightly bolder with his
movements than he would have been five minutes ago. He broke the kiss and
pulled away from me within a spilt second. And I wondered whether I had
done something wrong, but one look from him said that I hadn't done
anything wrong.

"The sofa were on in is my bed. Think we better set it up," he said, a
suggestive tone in his voice. I finished the beer that I had been drinking,
while he downed the rest of his. I was impressed given that there was more
than half the bottle left. He handed me the bottle, and I went to put them
on the side in the kitchen.

"Steve," his voice shouted back, taking me by surprise. "You'll find some
useful things in the bathroom." I briefly wondered what he meant, and then
I went in and opened one of the cupboards. There was my answer, a
collection of condoms and some lube. Grabbing a couple of each, I went back
to the living room, to see a nicely sized double bed set up and an
expectant Cameron lying on his side on top of the bed. He leaned back,
lying on his back and exposing a small amount of his midrift. I couldn't
restrain myself any longer and joined him on the bed. I sat to the left of
him, and started to stroke his muscular stomach with my right hand, while
my left hand stroked his hair. I looked into those eyes, as green as his
t-shirt, eyes full of lust, desire and expectation. He leaned forward and
started kissing me. This time, caressing had given away to passion, opening
his mouth and letting his tongue invade. My right hand travelled from his
lower stomach to the top part of his chest, feeling developed pectoral
muscles. His tongue started caressing mine inside my mouth, moving it
around with long strokes and leaving me breathless when he pulled out of my
mouth.

"Bloody hell!" I exclaimed, slightly out of breath.

"What's up?"

"Absolutely nothing. How did you learn to kiss like that?" He returned to
kissing me, and in between the soft kisses he was placing on my lips, he
started whispering something. I couldn't hear it, but after the lost kiss,
he moved his mouth towards his ear, and gave me his answer. His voice at
it's lowest, and it's sexiest that it got.

"I'll tell you, but after." He returned to kissing me and got me on top of
him. After a few more kisses, he rolled me over so that he was on top of
me. Throughout this, I had my hands on his lower back, while he ran his
hands through my hair. When he took a brief moment to stop kissing me and
just sat and looked into his eyes, I took the chance to take off his
t-shirt. The t-shirt that caught my eye in the first place. If nothing
else, after what I had felt, I couldn't wait to see what his chest looked
like. After it was removed, he sat up, with me straddling him, and giving
me the chance to admire his chest. It was hairless, but muscled. Everything
was firmed and tanned, a body that wouldn't have looked out of place if he
lived here.

He removed my t-shirt to reveal my frankly scrawny chest in comparison to
his muscular curvature. Not revealing a chest rug as such, but certainly a
hairy lower stomach. He ran his hands over it and just said one
word. "Nice."

Nice. Nice. If mine was nice, then his was something that had been created
by god as an example of masculinity. However, being self-deprecating at a
time like this wasn't a good idea, so just took the compliment and sat up,
giving the chance to press out bodies against each other and went back to
kissing him. This kiss was better than the one that had taken my breath
away, but only because I got the chance to feel the warmth of his body
pressed up against mine.

He broke the kiss and put his hand on my chest, pushing me back onto the
bed. He got back on top of me, and started sucking at my chin, a strange
sensation, but one that I wasn't complaining about. He quickly moved down
and started nibbling gently at my neck, using his tongue to lick from the
top of my chest, all along my voice box and onto my lips all in one rapid
movement. He planted a quick kiss on my lips before returning to my ears.

"Please remind me to ask you about your aftershave, I want to get some duty
free." I laughed and he went back to admiring my chest with his hands,
tweaking the nipples in between his fingers. He took his hands away, but
continued stroking my right nipple with his right hand while he took my
left one in his mouth. Using the mouth he had put to such excellent use
earlier on, and twirling the stiffened nipple with his tongue with a series
of rapid movements that was making me lean back and close my eyes with
sheer pleasure. Simply enjoying the feeling of his tongue across my
chest. I could feel his lips planting small kisses all over my pecs, moving
quickly towards the other nipple, and giving me the same sensation that the
left had just been given. I opened my eyes, and was met with his looking at
me with an expression on his face reminiscent of a kid that had got all the
candy in the store.

He moved further down my body, planting small kisses all over my stomach,
while his hands roamed over the areas that his mouth had just serviced. His
hands moved down my sides, tickling me on the side of my stomach. I
laughed, amazed that he had done this, but sense that it got from the
reaction, and attacked both of my sides in similar fashion. I was now
struggling to escape this, because I was ticklish and frankly wanted him to
get back to the excellent work he was doing with his mouth. He eventually
stopped, but did flash a Cheshire cat style grin, with the white teeth to
get away with it. His hands settled on the top of my trousers, where my now
erect dick was straining at the top of my jeans. He undid the button and
lowered the zip. I moved my legs, while his hands returned to the waistband
of my trousers and lowered them, and taking them all the way past my ankles
and let them fall on the floor. He then looked at me lying there, and
started laughing. First in a controlled manner, but seconds later, he lost
it completely lost it. I started wondering what it was, and then
realized. There I was, mostly naked lying down on the bed, except for a
pair of black boxers and a pair of navy socks. We sat there; laughing with
each other before eventually I had to say something.

"Please take them off, I have a feeling they might ruin the evening." He
moved his hands towards the top of them, but instead of that pulled them
up, almost to the top of my shin. He then carried on laughing.

"I can go off people quickly you know," laughing with him at this time.

"I don't know, with how hairy your legs are, not sure I'd notice the
difference."

"I mean it, I can go off people quickly," carrying on with the joking, but
feeling slightly insecure about my legs, which I'd never liked for the
reason just stated. He removed my socks and sensed my unease.

"I was only joking about your legs," he said, starting to run his hands up
and down them.

"They're very manly, and muscled." With just five words, I felt far better
about something I'd loathed for the previous twenty years of my life. While
thinking this, his mouth had returned to my lower stomach, licking the top
of the waistband of the boxers. The horniness, which was briefly
interrupted, was returning in full flow. His hand moved over my boxers,
feeling my erect dick that was straining against the flimsy fabric. He
started licking the fabric where it was straining the most. He then grabbed
the bottom of my shaft through the fabric and held up my dick through the
fabric. He sucked the top of the shaft, through the fabric. It was making
me feeling horny, but was just awaiting what was due to come.

Then I felt the moment of truth come. He placed both hands at the top of
the waistband of my boxers. I lifted myself off the bed slightly enabling
him to take my boxers off with one swift movement. Discarding the boxers on
the floor, his eyes feasted on my dick. I never thought it was that
impressive, only of average size at the most. But he was admiring it like
it was the best thing that he had ever seen.

"My god," he said, grabbing the shaft and holding it upright. "How big is
that?"

"I don't know, never really measured it. About average."

"No way is that just average," he said in the dirtiest sounding Irish
accent he could manage. He looked at it for just a second longer, and then
went down on it. Sucking the head of my cock gently, with all the
impressive technique he had showcased earlier. He kissed the top of my cock
after sucking it briefly and then licked the head again. He went down to
the bottom of the shaft and started licking before reaching the top and
enclosing his lips around the entire head of my cock.

His lips went down past the head of my cock, getting half of my cock in his
mouth before stopping and using the back of his tongue to lick the head of
my cock. I felt an uncomfortable uprising in my dick, and was completely
lost in this moment. I put my hand on the back of my head, and motioned for
him to leave my dick. He came up and I put my mouth towards his ear.

"Your technique's far too good, and I don't wanna come yet," I said,
rolling him over so that I was on top of him.

"Nor do I want you." I went back to kissing him, enjoying the chance to
feel the warmth of his chest again. My urge to cum had died down, but I
suspected when I looked at him that he wanted some attention. And I was
about to give it to him. I kissed the side of neck; admiring the aftershave
he was wearing and enjoying the fragrance. I was recognising it at the same
time and leant into his ear.

"You're wearing my aftershave," I said.

"I know," he said. "I just didn't want any conversation we have after this
to be awkward so we don't know what to say to each other."

"Don't worry about that, not at the moment anyway." Before I went back to
kissing his neck and upper chest. I felt his lower stomach and found myself
feeling his inner thighs while I licked his stiffened nipples. I was
careful to give each one the same amount of attention. I went back to
kissing the top part of his stomach and linking the firm muscles, and just
admiring the chance I had to admire a chest like this. On closer
inspection, I found some very light brown hairs developing around his navel
that just enhanced the appeal of this chest to me. I placed my tongue at
the top of his navel and licked all the way up his chest to the top of his
chest, all along his neck and back to his mouth. His face was a picture, as
it had a look of sheer bliss at the pleasure that he was getting.

Out of breath, he said "I bloody hope your gonna get on my cock soon," his
tone wasn't sound demanding or impatient, just awaiting the pleasure that I
knew I could give him with my lips and tongue. I undid the top button of
his combat trousers and revealed a pair of white Calvin Klien boxers. I
looked at him from the bottom of his boxers and thought that he could have
been a Calvin Klien model. I took the chance to admire his sexy legs that
were incredibly muscular and obviously played sport on a regular
basis. There was my chance to make our post-sex conversation a little less
awkward. I placed some kisses on the inside of his left thigh, stopping
short of where his boxers started. I started admiring the right side of his
inner thigh and felt his hand on the back of his head. I reached the start
of his boxers and his hand gave me some gentle persuasion to carry on with
my lip and tongue work where his cock was straining against his boxers.

I felt his dick and balls through his boxers and looked at his face. His
expression was one that was a mixture of pain and pleasure. Pleasure from
the work I'd done on his chest on thighs and pain that I now wasn't doing
the same to his cock. I placed my hands at the top of his boxers and pulled
them down, awaiting the chance to see the erect cock in all its glory. I
saw a thick piece of meat that pointed towards the sky. It was probably
about 7 inches and was thick enough to wrap my hand around.

I tormented him by wanking him very slowly, knowing that I was denying him
what he really wanted. I tormented him by placing my mouth on the top of
his left thigh, very gently licking the hair on it so that it was wet with
the saliva. I came up and gave his dick, which was still in my right hand,
one final look and then looked back at his face.

"Your gonna enjoy this." I said, but I think he knew that without me having
to say it. I then finally opened my mouth wide, and placed it over his
dick, my lips finally closing around his head, which I swirled round in my
mouth with my tongue. He let out a moan off absolute pleasure, while I
opened my eyes to look at the expression on his face, still with the head
of his dick in my mouth. I closed my eyes again and went back to the task
in hand. Sucking this man's cock. This gorgeous man's cock, attached to an
even more gorgeous body. I continued to suck down on his cock, going up and
down, slowly and rhythmically, occasionally letting my tongue settle on his
head for just a few seconds. I carried on slurping down on his shaft,
enjoying every moment of the fact that the last cock I had in my mouth was
considerably shorter and thinner. Here lay a full sized portion to enjoy,
and I loved every moment of it.

After sucking down on the shaft, I came back so that I had just the head of
it in my mouth and continued the assault of his head with my tongue,
licking the slit and the rim of the head and enjoying every moment. I took
my mouth away from his dick, and started licking at his balls. Taking the
occasional moment to put either one in my mouth and swirl it around a
bit. I was enjoying the taste of this man, he was almost good enough to
eat, but then I wouldn't have him to have sex with. After playing with his
balls, for what seemed like seconds, but was probably more than a couple of
minutes, I went underneath his ball sac, and started licking the area in
between his balls and butt hole. He was moaning very loudly now, and he
lifted his legs up so that I could reach my target with greater ease. I
continued licking up and down on the area, and he continued his groans, so
loud that I wouldn't be surprised if the neighbours couldn't hear him.

I grabbed his legs and lifted them up further so that I could see what I
really wanted. It was completely hairless, and looked incredibly tight and
a glorious pink colour. This was his arsehole, and it was the next area to
be attacked with my tongue.

"Your not about to do what I think you are, are you?" he asked, sounding
very out of breath and slightly concerned.

"You've never had this done to you? You're in for a treat, just lie back
and enjoy this." I then placed my tongue in the crack of his butt, licking
up and down, running my tongue over all those areas that had the most
sensitive nerve endings in the body. His reaction was louder than before,
and I imagine that he was probably waking people up next door. I didn't
care whether he did or not, and I suspect he didn't either. He was just
enjoying the sensation of having a tongue up his arse. I twirled the tip of
my tongue around his hole, initially going round the edge of it before
placing it firmly in the middle of his hole. In one sweeping motion, I
started at the bottom of his bum crack, and licked all along his butt hole
up to his ball sac, licking along that and going right up the shaft before
I swallowed the head of his cock back in my mouth. I looked at him, having
put his legs on my shoulders, while I looked at him.

"Steve, I don't say this to many guys, but fuck me." He didn't have to ask
a second time. But there was one thing that I had to ask.

"How do you want it?" I asked.

"Me on top," and with that I lied back on the bed. My cock pointing
skywards in anticipation of getting a tight, warm asshole surrounding
it. He got the lube and condom off the coffee table. He got into a 69
position, with his butt in the air and passed me the lubricant. I opened it
up, and started to gently massage the lube into his butt. At the same time,
I heard the sound of a condom wrapper opening while he started sucking on
my cock. In response to this, I pushed my index finger into his butt. It
was warm and fleshy, and the muscles in his asshole tightened around my
finger just to add to the sensation. I'd never actually fingered a guy's
butt before, so was trying to remember what to do for a second. I moved my
finger round before I found what I think was a prostate. Certainly seemed
to be, doughnut shaped and located up towards the navel in a guy. As I
massaged this doughnut shaped lump, he seemed to moan with pleasure. Looks
like my assumption had been right and he was groaning with the
pleasure. With my other hand, I passed the lubricant down to his end. He
started putting the condom on my cock, while I continued to massage his
prostate. The condom was all the way down and he started pouring the
remaining lube on my condom-covered cock. He made sure all the lube was
over my cock, and I felt a drop go into my pubic hair. I sensed his
readiness and eagerness for what was about to happen.

"Ready?" I asked.

"Oh yes," Cameron said, as I took the finger out of his butt. He moved down
and placed his butt in line with my dick and started slowly to move down on
it. He moved slowly, and I sensed some nervousness associated with this. My
dick came into contact with his asshole and he rubbed his butt all over the
head of my cock.

"Don't rush, just taken your time," I said, recalling how painful I thought
anal sex was. With that, my cock started to penetrate his asshole. He had
the head of my cock inside, and was taking some very large breaths, and I
wasn't sure whether he was really coping with this at all.

"Don't worry, it's just been a while since I've done this and forgotten how
painful it was."

"There's no rush, my cock will be here all night." And with that statement,
he literally took my entire shaft into his waiting asshole. I could feel
the bottom of his buttocks resting against my pubic hair. I just looked at
the sight on top of me, while he recovered from his sudden plummet. Here
was this man with the best chest I'd ever seen on a man, with the sexiest
accent, a fantastic set of eyes and muscular legs that were now resting
down by my side. And all of this was without the fantastic sensation that
my dick was feeling at the moment as a warm, fleshy asshole was tightly
wrapped around it like wrapping paper on a present. While I took in the
sight of the sexy man (even his name was sexy, come on. Cameron, what a
great name), he started to move up and down on my dick. In and out, slowly
at first but with each downward thrust that he was doing, he was getting
quicker each time and my cock was enjoying the sensation more and more.  He
placed his hands on my chest and started to roam all over. I placed my
hands on his thighs and started to move up and down on them. He continued
going up and down on his my cock, and I was now got the feeling I would be
all right to aim it. I started to aim my cock so that it would touch his
prostate. And just as I passed it, he let out a moan.

"Oh fuck me," we timed our movements so that we were going down in
unison. Each time, his moans were getting louder and louder, each time my
dick massaged his prostate. His hands had gone from my chest to his dick,
which he was wanking in time with our movements.

"Steve, I hate to say it, it won't be long for me," I quickly glanced at
the clock, which told me we had been at it for just under an hour, so I
wasn't about to complain about his stamina. I continued thrusting into his
asshole, trying to get deeper and deeper with each movement. My cock was
nearly coming out of his arse before it would go back in, seemingly deeper
than before. My hands went wandering from his thighs to his chest, roaming
his powerful stomach muscles, which had seemed to get more powerful with
each thrust into his arse. He took his hands off his cock and leaned back,
expanding his chest even further out and riding me like I was gonna be his
last shag ever. To be fair, sex after this was gonna be an
anti-climax. Each time was faster and deeper than the last, he faced was
contorted in sheer pleasure, the shockwaves going through his body. He
slowed down and I sensed that he was close. His hands went back to his
shaft and started wanking.

"I'm gonna cum," and my god he did. He seemed to shoot for ages, all of it
landing on my chest; the furthest it had gone was the bottom of my neck and
there was even dripping on his chest. He massaged the cum into my chest and
leant into my ear. "Come all over yourself." I gave him a dirty grin and he
got off my dick. I tore the condom off my cock and furiously wanked. His
hands roamed all over my inner thighs while he kissed me. It didn't take
long for me to reach the point of no return.

"I'm coming," I said, out of breath and in-between kisses. And I did and I
now had two massive loads all over my chest. He massaged all the cum on my
chest into my skin and kissed me softly, and when it was all in; we lay in
each other's arms, and drifted off happily to sleep.

THE END

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