Midsummers Weekend

This is further later adventure of my men who I have written about in a book I’m proposing to be eventually published. This story takes place after the period of the book and the end of the pandemic and when Cornwall was teaming with tourists. I’d appreciate any comments about content, characters and description in the stories, both positive and negative either via the comments section here or via the e-mail link. Thanks.

It was the third week of June and a heatwave had hit southern England, though it was not as hot as it was around London and the Home counties, but it was well above 25˚C. A bonus was that the sun didn’t set until after 9:30pm and there was decent light for another hour or so. It had been a couple of weeks since Stephen and I had been out kayaking in St Ives Bay and I had texted Stephen at work to see if he’d like to go out in the bay for a row that evening. He was all for the idea and promised me that he’d be home at around five thirty. The only decision to be made was if we were to use the double kayak or the two single boats. Stephen was all in favour of the double kayak and so when I arrived home from my work at the mine, I showered quickly, and prepared the double kayak onto the roof rack of my Range Rover and cleared out my work tools and rock samples from the rear of the car and put in the paddles, and life jackets and wetsuits.

When he arrived home, Stephen went inside to change from his work gear and came out looking stunning in a tight white T shirt and a pair of red shorts. The T shirt emphasised every muscle in his torso and he looked like a Santa Monica Muscle Beach star. As always I silently thanked whatever gods who had put him in my life and vowed that I’d stop drinking, swearing, and doing a thousand and one other things in my life just to keep him with me forever. Not that I’d ever keep any of the promises. Stephen and I were now married and although our eyes wandered at times, we had kept to our pledges to each other and never played away from home alone but that if we were both interested then we’d enjoy fun with other hot guys.

The easing of the rules for travel meant that Cornwall was teaming with stay-cationers as we had learned to call them. British tourists who didn’t want the bother of travelling over to Europe for their holidays. We had a few of our friends from the South East come out to stay with us in our home since the Easter and were expecting more to come during the summer. It was great for us to have the company after the long days of Isolation and quarantine. We were generous with our hospitality whilst our guests were generous with their bodies.

Stephen decided to drive down to St Ives, a journey that would take twelve minutes of so from our remote home. It was hot, and even with the Range Rovers air conditioning we were both hot. I decided to take off my shirt, undoing the seat belt and pulling the shirt off. Stephen was distracted immediately. “I’ll never get tired of your body and your looks Gerren”. He told me as he had to brake hard to avoid another oncoming vehicle. The B3306 road is very narrow in places and vehicles passing have to pull into passing places to get by. As we approached the small parking place at Rosewall Hill, Stephen pulled over for a few seconds and also took off his shirt. As always my heart skipped a beat when I saw his unspoiled flesh. He looked at me flashing is wonderful smile, perfect teeth, and his gleaming hazel eyes.

“Go on Gerren cop a feel of the muscle, you know I love it. It’s all for you anyway”.

He pulled out of the parking space and headed towards St Ives. I turned to him rubbing his sixpack, the bulging chest with his nipples almost pointing southwards towards the floor of the car and his massive arms. I’d never be as huge as he was and although I was well built and muscled too, Stephen had always been totally complimentary about my body and had proved it time and time again with the attention he gave to me both in and out of the bed. I stroked his huge legs too and took the chance to stroke his bulging shorts. He had the makings of yet another erection. I jokingly complained about it, and he blamed me.

“You know dammed well that whenever our bodies touch I get turned on by it”.

He glanced over my body again.

“You look as if you’ve gained a couple of pounds sweetheart. It suits you”. I leaned over and kissed his veined bicep and licked it. He moaned with pleasure. “I love your attentiveness too Gerren. I’m hoping after our row around the bay, we’ll be really pumped up for each other in bed tonight”. He removed his hand from the driving wheel and reached over to grab at my package too, squeezing it fondly.

“Ummm, you seem horny enough for some hard fun together tonight”.

“Lets see what will happen when we get home later. I know I’ll not be complaining”. I told him sexily.

By now we were half way down the Stennack heading into the town centre and the harbour. We were going to drive around the harbour to the slipway by the Sloop Inn and unload the kayak and gear and then try to park at the Sloop car park or go around to the Porthgwidden beach car park and re-join each other. We were lucky that there was a space for us to unload the car. We were getting many looks from the tourists walking past us and some cat calls from some of the guys, well drunk outside the pub. We were fortunate that the tide was high and that we didn’t have to carry the kayak out to the entrance of the harbour. I stood guard over the equipment whilst Stephen drove the car ro the car park. Again someone was looking after us as there was a space for us in the local car park behind the pub.

When he returned, we placed the kayak in the water and put on our safety lifejackets. We didn’t wear our wet suits or shirts as it was still very warm. I called the local coastguard to inform them of our route and to check our emergency beacon was working. Before too long, we were paddling out of the harbour area, with Stephen leading. I had the most wonderful view of his back muscles and frame and his arms as he led the paddling. I called forward to remind him of the route and we dodged the fishing vessels and the private craft floating in the harbour waters.

Outside of the harbour out in the bay it was calm, next to no wind and we set off at a great rate heading south towards Carbis Bay and beyond towards the Hayle River estuary. The beach at Carbis Bay was half full if that, families using the beach had already moved off home. I commented to Stephen that in a few weeks, the beach would be empty during the forthcoming World Summit.

“Don’t remind me. We are having to work off out backsides to ensure the security of the World leaders communications during the long weekend so that they can talk to their capitals without anyone listening in. Those American and French officials are bastards to work with, and the worlds media all want Internet communications for their reporting and broadcasts. I never knew I’d be so busy working down here in Cornwall”.

“Go on you love it and all the attention you get. I bet there are a couple of these Security Agents you wouldn’t mind wrestling to the ground”.

Stephen through back his head and laughed.

“Of course you are right, why do you think I’ve been wearing those short-sleeved shirts the last couple of weeks. You know how tight the material gets when I flex my biceps and how the top three shirt buttons being undone shows off my chest. Some of those guys have no idea where to look at times”.

“I know where to look and the view I’m getting back here is wonderful and it’s not the coastline”. I called forward.

“We had now rowed around Carrick Gladden, the headland between Carbis Bay and the sand dunes of Porthkidney Sands. The tide was well in, and we were able to get very close to the dunes which rose up steeply from the shore. It was Stephen who decided that we would pull in and walk up to the dunes. We stepped out of the kayak and pulled it up to the base of the dunes so it wouldn’t float away in the tide and found a relatively easy climb up the to the top of the grassy dunes. When we got up to the footpath, we looked around for tell-tale signs of the sunbathers. There is a second hilly climb to the top of the dunes and so the lower section of the dunes is hidden from the South West footpath, the railway line and the stuffy Golf Club and course. It’s in this small plateau which runs almost half a mile that guys strip off naked and plenty of cruising goes on. I was the one who stripped off my shorts and jockstrap first. Stephen had been walking ahead of me and didn’t notice at first but when he eventually turn and saw me naked, he flashed my his most wicked grin and walked to me, held my cock and balls with one hand and flicked my nipples with his other hand and kissed me fervently.

“Gerren, You’re the best”. He whispered in his deep husky voice, and he took off his shorts and jock. His huge cock, hung low in front of him. Flaccid it was still almost seven inches long and retained his thickness. I paced up to him and cradled his cock with one hand and ran my other hand over his rock-hard glutes returning his kiss. We walked on through the marran grass, Stephen leading looking in at he sandy spaces which had been made by the nudist sunbathers over many decades, but all were empty save the odd paper tissue used for obvious reasons. I said to Stephen as we walked along that everyone would have gone home by now and that there would be no one left. He agreed but had that naughty tone in his voice.

“Well maybe we can be alone and have some outdoor fun together”.

He turned to face me fully and his cock was throbbing towards his full erection and slowly rising as he looked at me. Watching his cock, I also reacted to his suggestion and his wonderful body.

“See you like that idea too. Just some sucking, rimming, and kissing together. What do you think. By now I was stroking my cock and looking behind me to see if anyone else was behind us. It was as empty as it had been as we walked along the sandy path. I walked up to Stephen and suggested that we head towards the end of the dunes to a large, secluded space where we could lie down and get some action together.

We were about ten metres before we got to the space I knew about talking and joking with each other when I heard a rustling of the grass. It was too loud for it to be a bird or a rabbit we might have disturbed. Stephen looked at me, his eyes gleaming and his wicked grin on his face.

“Could be an OAP or a DOM,” I whispered to Stephen. “Or even a straight couple”.

“Anyhow, we’ll give them the surprise of their lives”, Stephen murmured back at me.

As we approached the clearing suddenly someone stood up at the space. It was male, young in their early twenties. From what I could see he had no top clothing on and had a decent body though nowhere near as built or muscled as we were. Just as fast as he had popped up he sat down again, and we heard some rapid talking. We walked up to the hidden entrance of the secluded space and saw two guys, both naked staring up at us trying to hide their erections and looking frightened.

We stood in front of the guys side by side with our cocks pointing towards them.

“No need to be shy boys as you see we are hiding nothing. Let’s have a look at the equipment then”. Stephen gently asked of them, as he stroked his huge cock. I was sure they had never seen anyone like the pair of us in real life. The guy who had stood up moved the towel away from his cock revealing his erection. Not bad at about seven inches, He was fit, and it was obvious that his body was still developing. His friend had pushed his cock between his tight clamped legs. It looks as if he had no cock. He was far thinner, and I judged taller that his friend. Stephen gentle spoke to him.

“Come on let’s have a look at what you got”.

The guy parted his legs and his cock bounced into view. I was surprised. The guy had a monster on him. It must have been eight inches and thick too. It was something to be proud of and seemed out of proportion in a positive way.

“I used to be like that when I was about 16. Thin and no muscle and my dick really big. Maybe embarrassingly so”. Stephen admitted. Though I’m more than double that age now”. He asked the guys to stand up. The second guy was tall, about six foot I’d judge. His friend shorter at five foot 10. They were both facially attractive, and I could see that they might have attracted interested looks from people. I was looking at Stephen trying to read his mind and wondering how this was going to work out. I wasn’t really attracted to the guys. They were not in my age range or my physical type at all, but there was a sexual tension in the air.

Stephen spoke to the thin guy with the huge dick.

“Get yourself to a gym and work out a bit and build up some muscle. Eat properly with plenty of protein. Bulk yourself out and let your body grow. You could be like me in time”. He stepped forward to the guy and took hold of an arm and lifted it to him. “Go on feel the muscles”.

He had to move the guys hand around his body over his chest, abs and arms and he had to encourage the man to feel. “Go on feel free to touch, but not the dick”.

He nodded to the other guys indication for him to come and feel too. The guy paced over and was more sure of himself as he caressed and explored the big body of my husband. Stephen glanced at me and winked. I smiled back at him re-assuredly.

I asked the guys where they were from.

“We’re from Plymouth. Down here on a day trip. We get the train back at nine o’clock” I knew the guy was telling the truth as I detected a Plymouth accent. “Got here just after one o’clock and been here all afternoon, but we kept being bothered by the old guys”.

“Yeah, we though everyone had gone and so we got into some action together”. The thin one added.

“We didn’t think we’d be disturbed at this time, did we Rick”.

“Ah! A name” I thought. “The guys must be relaxing”.

“No but you guys are ok to disturb us, that so isn’t it Davy”.

They were still exploring Stephen’s body and still had their erections.

“So what were you guys up to when we came across you”? Stephen was curious.

“We were sucking each other’s cocks”. Thin Rick admitted.

“Want to show us?” Stephen was hopeful.

The guys hesitated a few seconds and Davy kneeled down to face in friends extra large cock and licked the head and took in most of the shaft. He wasn’t concentrating on his friend but was glancing up at Stephen and I as we watched the show. Stephen came side by side with me and put his arm around my back.

He mumbled in my ear. “Let’s see just how far we can get these youngsters to go for us. How are we for the tide”?

“We’ve got forty-five minutes”. I told him.

“We’ll not interfere, jack off maybe, kiss and so on and guide them to please us and each other”.

I nodded my agreement.

We got the guys to spread out their beach towel and to lie down opposite each other head to toe and to suck each other. Stephen and I stood above them playing with our erections above them. The guys were putting on a good display.

“Are you guys regular pals”? I asked

Davy answer me. “Known each other for a few months but don’t have anywhere to meet up together for sex. I got a friend who lets us use his room, but he always wants to join in and fuck us both”.

I started to feel guilty about disturbing the guys.

“What do you guys like to do with each other?” Stephen as always had the more curious and demanding mind.

“Everything” Thin huge-dicked Rick told us. “We’re both on PrEP and fuck each other safely”. He grinned”.

Davy added, “Yeah but we don’t like my friend joining in the fucking we’d much rather do it alone without him there but it’s his room and the only place we can get together”.

Rick asked us “You want to see us fuck? I don’t mind you hot guys watching us”.

Stephen was now stroking his cock. “Yeah I’d like that. How about Rick fucking Davy”.

The guys moved around the towel and Davy lay back with his legs in the air. Before too long Rick had his face in Davy’s arse eating his hole expertly. The guys were good, moving so we could see the action. I joined in with Stephen jacking my cock. Rick changed position to offer his cock to Davy’s mouth.

“He gets me well lubed up with is mouth”. He informed us.

“It looks like it”. Stephen intoned.

“I’d really like to be fucked by your two massive cocks”. Davy continued giving out a gasp as Rick must have given his cockhead a really good tonguing.

“That’s not going to happen”. Stephen was at his most commanding. “Let’s watch you guys fuck”.

Davy was on his back holding both his legs in the air using his hands as if he was trussed up like a chicken. His hole right in line with Ricks large dick. Rick lined up his meat in line and pushed gently into Davy’s rectum which easily gave way to take in most of the length. Rich aligned his mouth with his dick and expertly dribbled out a line of saliva onto the exposed shaft of his thickness and pushed in some more before pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back into the hole in one huge thrust. Davy gave out a loud gasp which would have attracted an audience if there were others around.

“Oh yeah fuck me pal!” he called out.

Rick obliged pumping away into his friends willing hole. Stephen and I were watching these youngsters fuck in front of us intently, playing with our cocks, Stephen nudging closer to me and putting his arm around my waist. I quickly looked around to see if there were any late comers walking in the dunes, but I couldn’t spy anyone. The guys were now well coupled.  Ricks slender frame was beginning to sweat; I noticed beads of moisture forming on his back. Davy’s eyes were wide open with desire, and he was panting. He looked at both of us standing above him. “Oh Christ I want so much to suck on your cocks right now”.

“What did I tell you son”. Stephen was almost stern.

“Or just to hold them then”.

This time he had a most definite “No” from Stephen.

Davy let go of his legs and wrapped them around ricks almost tiny waist and took a hold of his hard cock. Rick lifted himself higher pulling up Davy’s backside and I got the almost perfect view of the arse pounding he was giving to his friend. I could see Ricks thick cock really opening up Davy’s hole. I looked to Stephen, stroking the full length of his ten incher and he nodded his agreement that the guys were fucking each other really well.

Rick turned to look at us both as we jacked off to the love scene. “Wow your both your cocks are fucking massive. Stephen, still with his hand around my waist pulled me around to the side of the coupled guys so they could see our muscled bodies and cock much easily. It seemed to spur the guys on to harder fucking. Suddenly there was a change in the slightly built Rick and he became more passionate calling out to his friend “Come on ride my big fucking cock. Grip it with your hole, ride it good let’s show these guys how we can fuck”.  He became brutal with his pumping and totally forceful. Stephen under his breath was saying “yes show us how good you are”. Then suddenly Davy called out “I’m going to shoot, it’s coming Rick, it’s coming. Stephen suddenly sank to his knees. His huge cock a couple of inches from Davy’s eyes and was practically ordering him to shoot his load. “Lets see it come boy, Let’s see it come”.

When it did come, Davy was calling out his orgasm loudly and with vigour. From what I could see, he shot out three or fours streams of cum over his belly, but what I clearly saw was his eyes transfixed by the hugeness and closeness of Stephen’s cock so close to his face. Total desire for my husband’s manhood written all over his face.

Rick was still pumping away into Davy’s arse and continuing with his assault into his friend. He too seemed transfixed by our presence.

“You guys are so hot”. He gasped out.

“I bet you’d like us to join in”. Stephen gently and sexily suggested.

“Hell yeah”. Was the very audible reply.

“What would you like us to do”?

“I’d love to see you both work over Davy, hard, ass and mouth”.

“Both of us together”? Stephen suggested.

“Oh yeah”.

Stephen stood up and pulled me too him and embraced me hard. Our hard muscled bodies rubbing together our arms exploring each other and our hard cocks smashed together brushing against each other with force as we deeply kissed each other, our tongues fighting.

It was the trigger that got Rick off. He immediately came in Davy’s hole. His body was spasming wildly and he was calling out his triumph. He wasn’t fucking his guy, but his cock was fully in his lovers hole as he tried to ram his thick cock deeper inside as he shot his load into Davy. Again the guys attention was not on each other but on us. We slowed down the passion between us. We had put on our little show for the boys and that was all they were going to get. As we broke apart, Rick withdrew his still throbbing cock out of his friends hole. His cock was covered in his cum, and a definite dribble dripped out of Davys hole. His thick eight inches was really well pumped up.

Stephen and I reached out for our jockstraps and shorts.

“You guys not going to cum for us”?

We shook our heads.

“Are you local”? Davy asked.

“We are just visiting this area for today”. I half lied.

Everything back in order we moved off.

“Have a safe journey home guys”. Stephen wished them and we set off to walk back along the central section of the dunes back to the kayak. Just as we were about to run down the dunes edge to the boat, there was another couple of guys walking towards Rick and Davy’s space. It was obvious that he early thirty-year-olds were gay from the hungry looks we got from them.

“There’s a couple of twinks down along the way who’d appreciate some fun”. Stephen called out as almost fell down the dunes.

It was obvious that the tide was turning when we hit the water for our row back to St Ives. This time I led the rowing.

Half way back Stephen admitted that he’d had fun in the dunes.

“It was great to watch with you”.

I told Stephen the truth which he had been told numerous times before we married.

“My life became far more interesting after I met you and my sex life and experiences exploded but you and I have the same taste in men and skinny twinks are not really one of them, unless one of them has a huge cock to fuck with”.

Back in St Ives we loaded up the kayak onto the roof of the Range Rover, and as a treat for the drunks outside the Sloop in we rubbed in after-sun into each other’s backs, and I drove home through the narrow back streets of St Ives that Stephen hated driving through. Back home we clear up our gear stowed the kayak back in the roof of the garage and outside in the garden. We shared a chicken salad and chilled white wine, before heading up to bed together for a couple of hours wonderful love making where, lucky me, I got to fuck my wonderful husband for at least an hour and a half.