Date: Mon, 29 Aug 2011 21:17:49 +0100 (BST) From: Ploy Slash Subject: RURAL STAY pt II -- Hot day, horny night 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 I'm still in the process of writing these parts. You should be able to read all parts seperately, though I'll sometimes refer to things written earlier. This part is kind of a fill-in, but none the less good? ========================== RURAL STAY pt II -- Hot day, horny night The dogs didn't want to move a lot during the hottest hours, so I took them for a walk when the temperature had started to drop a little. I decided to dress in nothing but my shorts and shoes - no underwear. A nearby small river would probably be a good playground for the dogs. On the way I would also pass by Mr Brunslie. I unhooked the leashes from the trees and left. With nothing but shorts on I was neither sweating nor freezing and fully enjoying the fresh air on my skin. The dogs were pulling the leashes really hard, and I felt I had to pass Mr Brunslies' house quickly. Reaching the river, accessible from the sand road only through a strip of high grass, I let the dogs loose. The freedom and lots of water made the two dogs wild. They ran around scaring off birds, swam around and occasionally hunted invisible preys. I felt like taking a dip and figured that being naked would be no problem, so I took off my shoes and shorts and waded into the water. The river being wide and shallow, forced me to look around for a spot deep enough for me to crouch in, in order to fully go under water. But once submerged, I enjoyed the cooling effect. I needed this. It felt particurlarly good on my shaved balls and arsecrack. Done, I discovered there were no sunshine here for me to dry in, so I just dripped off on a patch of sandbank. After a while I dressed in my shorts again, took the shoes in one hand and started to head back. The dogs understood and followed. They were tired and I didn't have to keep them in leashes. Me being moist made my shorts stick to me, somewhat outlining my dick and butt. This made me a little bit horny. 'I Wish I had someone to fuck...' Knowing this would come I prepared by copying some porn to my laptop before leaving. Just Jerking off is a real good ativity. 'Wonder excactly what channels they have here.' I didn't notice Mr Brunslie on the way back either. 'I'm sure he's alive', I thought and went on. Back at the house the dogs needed some attention: food, water and some towelling. After a hot day like this and the good run-around at the river, they were really tired. My brother kept them in their house during the nights, so I did too. They were exhausted and didn't bother anyone. After getting out of my wet shorts and drying myself off, I felt hungry, so I made myself two sandwiches, took some water and a bottle of cold beer and sat down in front of the TV. I started to flick through the channels, dug in on the sandwiches and water and didn't wait to open the beer after that. With the remote control on my left side and beer in my left hand, my right hand naturally found its way to my dick. I just let it lay there and went through the channels. And there was a lot of them... As I felt that the channels had nothing really interesting to offer I fumbled with my dick a bit and it became semi-hard. I started to stroke it absent-mindedly. Then I came to think of my computer. 'Where do I shoot?'. Always a problem when you're away. (I'd like to do it in old newspapers, but I hadn't seen any laying around. They had done a good job cleaning the house for my stay.) As always I brought with me condoms, and figured that a luxury jerk-off would work fine. I went and grabbed one and on the way back I felt the urge for a nother beer so I grabbed a new cold one. I also fetched my computer, started it and positioned myself in the sofa again. I muted the TV and went through my folders of porn. I had brought a mixture of old goodies, with less good quality and some more modern ones. Mostly I end up watching the bareback porn-flicks, and it was one of those who I yerned for this night also. I drank what was left in the opened beer, but didn't open the other. I started the pornmovie and fast-forwarded to the third scene, my favourite, pressed play and leaned back in the sofa. The story was simple as always and had a short intro: a blonde hunk calls a male escort agency and picks a favourite -- a black haired hunk. They meet, and the action starts. I'd say they're both my length, but with considerable more muscles. Their dicks are big, and they're totally shaven, apart from their heads. It felt good to become warm like this. I grabbed my cock and it immediately became rock hard. I opened the condom-package and rolled the condom over my dick. Once on, it felt good and tight. I didn't care that it was a little bit more difficult to jerk in because the feeling of the increased friction made me hornier. The black haired hunk had now started to give the blonde a strip-show. Wetting his black thongs with champagne, almost turning them into see-through ones, brought the blonde to a high and he dug right into the wet crotch. After wipping out the call-boys' dick he started to suck it. My right hand jerked me off in long slow strokes while my left hand fiddled with my right nipple. Twitching a nipple always made me hornier and I knew this could become a quick one if I wanted to. I wanted to see hot fucking and sperm... sucking and licking wasn't enough! I fast-forwarded some more to where the two boys are 69:ing on the edge of a bed. The call-boy underneath is ingenious when he takes the not really empty bottle of champagne and licks the outside of ite bottleneck before teasing the blondes pink hole with it. He then inserts it slowly, causing the blonde to moan in ecstasy. Pulling in and out, champagne pours out of the hole, down the legs and drips over the face of the black-haired. Still sucking the blondes dick this scene's really hot! My hard dick made me forget about the screen for a moment. My right hand was slippery from the condom and I was now groping my balls and feeling my crack with my left. I saw my empty bottle of beer, and thought of the movie. I was horny enough to try it... 'To bad it's empty...'. But I didn't hesitate. Sliding towards the edge of the sofa, finding support on my feet and lower back, I grabbed the bottle and started to lick it. I anticipated what was comming and it made me hornier. Leaving the bottle on my chest, I spat in my right hand and tried to get my hole as slippery as possible, probing it with a finger. -Mmmm.. fuck yes! This felt good. I then continued to jerk off with my right hand, raised my left leg and brought the saliva-coated bottleneck close to my hole. The dark-haired was now licking champagne off the crack of the blonde, and when done he poured more, while he jerked himself. I found the right angle for my beerbottle and I didn't wait: I applied pressure and pushed in the tip of the bottle. It felt awesome. Maybe better with a dildo but I felt pure plessure and continued to jerk myself off. The call-boy was now on his feet behind the blonde, and preparing his dick for entrance. Using only champagne as lube he forced his dick all the way in in one long push, causing the blonde to buck and beg for more. He then didn't hesitate to start fucking quickly. He also reached under them two, found the blondes' meaty cock and started to jerk him off. I felt the heat of the scene and the pressure in my ass making me even hornier and I now started to push and pull on the bottle in my arse. I was still jerking off while doing this. The coolness of the bottle felt like a good addition to the mixture so I increased the pace. I didn't have to forward to the hot squirting-scene later on. My right hand jerking and the bottleneck-fucking sent jolts of satisfaction through my body. This made me feel close. -Yes.. fuck yes! I moaned and quickened the pace even more. Still with one knee close to my shoulder, I felt the tingling sensation before coming and I just went for it. My rock hard dick started to throb on its own and I didn't need to fuck myself with the bottle anymore. After the first squirt I did one quick and hard jerk and my entire body responded and the next squirts where more intense. I was heaving, shaking and bucking in the sofa as my squirting dick sent jolts through my body and filled the tip of the condom with a huge load. It took me a minute or so to calm down enough to be reminded of the bottle in my arse. I just held my left hand around it as my butt pushed it out by itself. The widened tip of the bottleneck wasn't gonna come out itself so I had to pull it out. Doing so I felt my body relaxing even more. The dark-haired guy was still fucking the blonde intensely as I sat the bottle on the table. I might get some pain in my stomach from this, that's why I most often prefer being a top. I can't control when or where I'm going for the bottom position, but when horny like I just was I don't care. I took off the condom, careful not to make a mess of it, tied it twice and put it on the table. I felt warm, but not in the need of a shower. The porn didn't interest me anymore so I turned my computer off and watched some TV while I finishing my second beer. The dip, the food, the jerk-off and the beer made me really tired. I went and found a blanket and just didn't care about cleaning up. I fell asleep on the couch right there.