Date: Fri, 12 Aug 2011 10:21:23 +0100 (BST) From: Ploy Slash Subject: RURAL STAY - part I ? Hot day, hot memory This story is based on real events, but not more. I'd like to get feedback, preferably my writing. Please email ploy.agora@yahoo.se ========================== RURAL STAY pt I -- Hot day, hot memory I left tuesday morning for my ten years older brothers house. He and his his entire family were going to Canada for two weeks, leaving behind two dogs, a house and a pretty big lawn. Staying in the middle of the forest, walking with two dogs twice a day and making sure the beer didn't get old or the grass didn't grow to long felt like a treat in the middle of the summer. Leaving the city, I brought with me my laptop and a pair of running shoes besides the usual stuff. I like to walk around naked, or almost naked at least, and it was in the middle of the summer so I didn't bring much at all. Travelling, I kind of had to wear jeans and t-shirt, but I longed to get out of the outfit. It was a five hour train ride to the closest station, and with some reading on the train, as part of preparation for the upcomming fall, the journey seem to fly by. My major is Anthropology which means that I'm reading a lot. Reading means you sit still and I like to keep in shape. Working part-time at a moving company do the job well enough. Standing 5'9'' with 167 lbs, blonde dreads to my shoulders, with some hair on my legs and arms I think my studymates who equaled my 29 year-old body to hot soccerplayers was right. Arriving at the station I found Jason, one of my brothers three sons, waiting for me. Jason was the hard-working country type of guy and we don't really have much in common. But we chit-chated the entire 30-minute-drive to the house. One of Jasons mates, Morgan, would probably come by to pick up some stuff later that week. I've met Morgan before at one of the family-gatherings in my brothers house so I was really cool with that. We arrived at the house three hours before they were to drive to the airport. My brother asked me to check in on one of the neighbours, Mr. Brunslie, down the road. They usually helped him out with some work around the house. He was an old friendly chap and even if he'd never seen me it wouldn't be any problem. They didn't think he'd need much help, but a neighbourly check-in felt right. I was supposed to drive one of the cars to the airport, leaving them with parkingfee for one, and me with the other to get around in. But the luggage and all of them filled up both their cars, leaving me at the house with a scooter and a mountainbike, which was ok with me. After all the instructions, reminders, good-byes and good-lucks some three hours later they were on their way, and I was alone. The heat was making me sweat, so after ten minutes I stripped down to my boxershorts. I went out and just laid in the grass, soaking up some rays. The dogs were tied to a tree each, and they just relaxed in the shades of them. Knowing they would be noisy if anyone came within their distant of hearing, which is long before one could see the house, let alone me, I figured I had privacy. I felt the sweat building up, and my cock stir a bit. This made me think of an old sex-randevouz I had at a nudistbeach at a lake nearby when I was twenty. I'd found the place through the Internet. It said there could be some bushy business going on, but when packed with people that activity was nonexistent. My first time there I realized why. The nudist part of the beach was located in an inlet, shaped also by a creek meeting the big lake. The right side of it was cut off by a uninviting rocky part and on the other side, after the bend to the left, the dressed beach started. The signs there kept the dressed ones away. The banks were patched with grass and sloped towards the lake in three big waves. The crests were covered with low thick bushes. This created two curved rows of hollows from where a full grown man could see over if sitting straight up. If you were lucky, that was the place for some hot "bushy business", but if there were many visitors, someone in the same hollow would see, and nothing never went on in the open. Above the banks there were a strip of forest and after that, some larger fields and small roads. Together it created a feeling of privacy, but on that first day, there were a lot of visitors to the beach so all you could do, was check out the hot bodies and dream. But I didn't want to give up on the place so easily -- the beach was pretty close to my house. I decided to come back a few times. One of the first times I was there, I saw a pretty old man talking to some other guys. I noticed his nicely tanned skin and how friendly he seemed, but I wanted to check out younger guys so I never really thought about him. Just arriving for my third visit, he recognized me and waved at me from his towel in the sand some thirty feet away. I nodded back, undressed and more or less ignored him. Though it was a hot day, there was a lot fewer people on the nudist beach this day. I didn't spot any interesting persons sharing my interest so I more or less forgot about it for the time being, laid down on my stomach and took in some sun. The silence and relaxing heat in on of the hollows made me doze off. After a while I was brought back to reality by a voice saying: -May I sit here? I looked up, pretty surprised. It was the old man who'd waved at me earlier. Close up I noticed he was totally shaven, slim, a bit taller and skinnier than me and still showed signs of muscles, though thin. He had a friendly face, white hair, nice smile and his cock was pretty big between his legs -- I guessed it was semi-hard, or getting there. I felt my cock stir at this sudden and nice surprise, so I remained on my stomach inviting him next to me. -Sure, I said. -There is not much people here today, he noted as he spread out his towel close to mine, though not too close. -No, that's a shame, I said, truthfully missing some nice bodies to maybe follow behind the second row of bushes. He agreed. His name was Tom, I learned, and he lived alone on the other side of the lake in a small town. He had grown up in a nother state and moved here four year ago, just in time for retirement. As time passed I felt more relaxed with Tom, and I could also lay on my back without anything embarrassing happening. He was a frequent visitor here and I made a remark on his nicely tanned skin. Roughly one hour passed and since I'd gotten a lot redder he offered some sunlotion. I accepted and applied some on my body. He too applied sunlotion on to his body, but after a while he also paid attention to his dick, balls, and inner thighs -- right in front of me. I felt the thoughts swirl, and feeling alone with Tom on this beach, secluded in our hollow, I kind of thought that it's now or maybe never. Having sex with an old guy? I wonder how it feels to make out with him... I felt my throat going dry, but I pushed forward... Slowly... -Can you put some on my back? He asked. It felt like the cheapest trick in the book, but I accepted and he sat straight up. I did massage it in pretty slowly and he thanked me when I was done. He seemed like a very nice guy, eager not to harm me in any way. -How do you like it here?, he asked as he turned around again. I felt like no problem sitting face-to-face with Tom now. -This is a nice place. I'll definately return here more often. -I like it that there are mostly men around, he said and gazed back over the edge and lake. I hesitated for two seconds before I said -Me too... He turned back to me. -Oh yeah? -Yes.. I guess. I still was a bit unsure, but he groped the head of his cock and squezed a little bit. I felt my own stir, and I couldn't hold back the response it made from this situation: the old man made me feel horny, the exposure of my naked body to the nature made me feel free and the absense of other people in combination with the heat made me feel daring: I wanted to suck his dick. I looked at it. It was beautiful. He was beautiful. Old, but beautiful. -You have a beautiful cock, I said. -You too. I looked around... There was no one here. I felt like not caring anymore. -May I..? -Yes, he said, and laid down on his back so that I could access his cock more easily. And I see absolutely no one here now. Laying on the lawn of my brother, my dick throbbed and leaked from the heat of the memory and the sun. I couldn't hold back any longer. I reached down and lowered my boxers half way, and started to stroke slowly with my right hand. Peering down, I saw what I liked the most: my 7,5x6,5 inches dick rock hard. I closed my eyes, tickled my left nipple with my left hand, jiggled out of my boxers and went back to my memory. I leaned forward, reached out with my right hand and started to feel his stomach, legs, balls and his by then rapidly growing cock. From now on it was all just us. Pure lust and pure heat. His cock grew long and bended beautifully towards his stomach. I started to feel the head of his cock. Coated with precum it was easy to massage and jerk. My own cock responded and grew to a full hardon too. -This feels so good, I said as I slowly stroked Tom's cock. -Yes it does. I glanced down at his dick and it felt nice in my hand. Really nice. I looked at his face, and met his gaze. -Can I taste it? -Please do, was all he said. I lowered my head smelled him in between his legs and cock. It felt good. I then lifted his cock with my right hand and put the head in my mouth. The saltyness of his precum felt good on my toungue. It had leaked on to his stomach and I wanted more of it. I got up on all four with his dick still in my mouth, and I felt a cool breeze hit my arse. That always made me a bit hornier. He lifted his hips just a little bit causing his cock to slide in further. I started to stroke my dick with my left hand. -Mmm, was all I could say. -Yeah, he responded and put of of his hands on my head. I didn't care if he came in my mouth or if I did so right then and there, I just wanted to do this. I started to suck frantically, but without a lot of noise. I was still pretty fresh at having sex outside, let alone on a beach. I kept going for a while before Tom said he wanted to suck my dick. I laid down on my towel and he started to massage me from torso and down to my dick, which was rock hard. He then started to stroke me, and it din't take long before he put his mouth around my head and swalloed almost my entire dick immediately. His rhythm was a bit slower but still fast enough to get me close to cumming. My breathing followed and was now heavy. -Mmm, I'm close, I said putting both of my hands on his head. He stopped sucking and turned to me. -What do you wanna do? I'm pretty close to. I didn't care. All I wanted was to feel him. It didn't matter. - Jerk oss off, together. Make us both come on me. -Okay, he said and positioned himself between my legs. He put our dicks together, his on top of mine, got a grip around them both with one hand and started to jerk us off with long strokes. It felt so good when both of our precum-leeking dicks was squeezed between his fingers. I knew I wouldn't last long... Getting real close to climax, I couldn't help moaning. I loved it! He leaned in and locked our mouths together. It felt great! Leaning on his other elbow, his hand found my nipple, and that sent me over the edge. I started to squirt, and Tom's hand let go off my dick and finished himself off frantically. With a long moan he started to send jolts of semen over my stomach before I'd finished. I started to calm down, and when I looked around I saw one pretty good loking thertieth-something guy in a baseballcap which hid his face standing far away, facing us, jerking off. This guy came silently as Tom leaned in on me to lick up some of the sperm. I looked down on my body and saw Tom's toungue swirl around, mixing together both of our loads, catching some of it before taking it in and swallow. It was really hot. -Thanks, I said as he raised himself up again. -No problem, he said smiling. I enjoyed it too. -So did more, I said, nodding in the direction of the guy with the baseball-cap. Tom turned to look, shrugged his shoulders and turned back to me. -That comes with the place. Here's a small towel for you to dry up with, he said and handed me a small terry-towel. I dried off most of the cum that was left, and then I hit the water for a few strokes and to really get myself cleaned up. Returning to my spread-out towel I felt relaxed. Tom didn't stay very much longer that day. Neither did I. But when I got back home I couldn't resist the urge of jerking off to the memory of it all. And laying on my brothers lawn, in the heat of the sun thinking about all this, I didn't need long to come. And I didn't care about anyone hearing me so I moaned loudly while getting really close and comming over my chest and stomach. I stayed like that for a few minutes, calming down. In my mind, I gave the finger to anyone who would care and dozed off for a nathoer few minutes before I dried myself off with my boxers. Then I went inside to take a shower, getting myself a sandwich and a beer. Later I planned on taking the dogs for a walk in this summer-warm forest. I couldn't see this becoming a bad two-week stay.