Summer of love

Ben needed a break away from the chaos of his family home. The summer holidays had arrived and the thought of spending the next six weeks surrounded by his noisy and annoying siblings was more than he could tolerate.

“Mum can I go stay with aunt Molly “ he asked. His mum replied “sure, if she’s happy to have you”. Without hesitation he was straight onto the phone to her. The smile on his face when he came of the phone was all that his mum needed to know that she had agreed.

Aunt Molly lived on the edge of her village with miles of open farmland surrounding her property. Ben loved to spend time at Molly’s place as it was so peaceful but above all quiet. Ben loved to spend time by himself and was never happier than he was when walking through the fields, swimming in the river and exploring the rock pools.

Ben was 18, though looked older, he stood just short of 6 foot, with a slender but well toned frame, he had piercing blue eyes and jet black short spiky hair. He sported what looked like a permanent  5 o’clock shadow. He was well developed with a mop of dark chest hair across his pecs which trickled down his abs to his belly button before disappearing in a neat line down his pants.

Molly lived 6 miles away - close enough for Ben to cycle there, he packed up his backpack with enough clothes to last 4 or 5 days ( he could always cycle back if he needed more). He called to his Mum to let her know he was setting off, “ ring me later” she said as she hugged him and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. Behave yourself she smiled.

With the sun high in the sky Ben set off and was soon approaching the village. The road narrowed as Ben started over an old stone wall bridge (narrow only for one vehicle to traverse).

He noticed a young guy sitting on the wall of the bridge, legs dangling over the edge, he was sat nonchalantly throwing pebbles into the shallow stream below. He looked about 19, had blonde shoulder length wavy hair (surfer look) that fell forward obscuring the profile of his face. He was probably a similar build to Ben and his shorted thighs where covered in a thick matt of gingery blonde fuzz.

A car horn behind him on the bridge forced him to stop suddenly and Ben pulled his bike close to the wall of the bridge to allow the large 4x4 car to pass. “Asshole” he said to himself in a whispered breath. The blond guy looked around to see what the commotion was and he saw Ben astride his bike. “You ok” he said to Ben. “No thanks to that maniac” he answered. “Oh, you mean my Dad” the blond guy laughed. “Sorry “ said Ben “I didn’t mean to be so disrespectful”. “Nah, don’t worry” said the blond guy as he clambered off the side of bridge wall, “he thinks he owns the village” the blond guy continued.

“I’m Dale” he said stretching out his hand, they shook “I’m Ben” as they fixed a short gaze at each other. The sweat on Ben’s brow trickled down his cheeks, down the V of his neck towards his opened button t-shirt, his chest hair protruding slightly and glistening in the sunlight. Dale stood slightly taller than Ben at around 6 foot, his eyes (Ben, at first glance thought they were black) were actually the darkest shade of brown that Ben had ever seen. “I’ve not seen you around here before” said Dale. “I’ve come to stay with my aunt for a few weeks for the summer” answered Ben, “she lives at the end of honeysuckle lane”. “Cool “ said Dale “I live on there as well, who’s your aunt then” he asked. “Molly Spencer” answered Ben. “ I know her, she’s hot man” smiled Dale. Ben noticed the glint in Dale’s eyes when he smiled and couldn’t help but notice how handsome he was. “I’d better get going”said Ben “maybe see you around”. “Sure”said Dale.

Ben cycled off over the bridge and as he did so he glanced back at this handsome stranger who gave him a thumbs up.

Ben arrived at Molly’s place and settled in   They had a catch up over lunch with Molly asking him how his last year at school had been, asking him about his girlfriends, which made him blush. “No time for girls, been busy studying” said Ben “ you must have them vying for your attention” said Molly “ my you’ve grown into a handsome young man”. Ben blushed once again. “You’re biased Aunt Molly” he smirked as he got up from the table. “I might go for a walk” he said as he stuffed a few items into his backpack. “Don’t be late, dinners at 7” replied Molly as Ben headed out of the door.

Ben walked down the lane and clambered over an old gate and into a wheat field. The sun was hot and the sweat was beading and glistening over his face and shoulders. Ben peeled off his t-shirt and tucked it into the back of his denim shorts. The grass tickled his legs as it brushed over his dark thick hairs. He walked for around thirty minutes and came across a small lake - the perfect place to cool off he thought. He threw his backpack down under the shade of a large oak tree, pulled his T-shirt from the back of his shorts, kicked off his trainers and sports socks. He looked around, definitely no-one around (he hadn’t seen a single soul for the past thirty minutes). He looked through his backpack - “I’m sure I put swim shorts in here” he thought to himself as he emptied the contents of the backpack. Towel, water, some fruit, crisps, cap - but no shorts.

The water was tempting, the sun was hot, he was hot but the thought of having to wear damp denim shorts back home didn’t seem appealing. He looked around again - still no-one to be seen. He decided a quick dip in the lake was needed to cool off so opted to skinny dip, there was no one around and it would only be for a few minutes. He started to unbutton his shorts, 3 buttons open and his dark curly pubic hair was emerging from his shorts, (no underwear - he preferred not to wear any). He unbuttoned the fourth button and pushed the flaps apart exposing the base of his flaccid penis, he placed his hands on his hips and started pushing his shorts down, the denim clung to his sweaty muscular legs as he forced them down past his hulking thighs, as they got to his knees they became much freer as he stood up straight. His hands automatically cupped his penis and balls as he stood kicking his feet free from entangled shorts. He was stood - naked and exposed, he took another quick glance around - still no-one to be seen. He gingerly tip-toed to edge of the water.  The water was warm but felt cold against his warm skin as he walked further into the lake. The water lapped gently against his thighs, he released his hands from their protective cupping position to balance himself as he ventured further into the water. His flaccid, veinythick 5 inch cock hung in front of two large low hanging balls. The water lapped against his ball sack, the coldness causing the skin to shrivel and tighten, his cock jerked slightly as the cool water splashed against it. Having got waist deep he fully emerged himself in the cooling water, he swam a little bit mostly floated around in the water enjoying the cooling pleasure it provided. He floated on his back for a while allowing the sun to warm his face and chest, his cock lapped side to side as he floated in the warm lake.

Having cooled off sufficiently he headed back to the shore, as he was stepping out of the water his hands automatically cupped his cock and balls. Again he gingerly tip-toed back over the pebbles on the lake edge before stepping into the grass and walking towards the tree.

He looked towards the tree and noticed that Dale was sat (reclining) in the gnarled exposed roots and shade of the tree.

“Nice swim? Dale asked “er, em yeah, yeah” replied Ben awkwardly- he could feel himself getting hot and not from the sun. “I don’t usually, but I forgot my swim shorts and it was so hot and the water was tempting and”.... “don’t worry“ Dale interjected “ I often do the same, no one ever comes up here”. Ben stood in front of Dale, water dripping. “I’ll just get dried” he said as his eyes started scanning the area for his towel. “You looking for this” said Dale as he produced from behind his back Ben’s towel. “Yeah” said Ben in a slightly awkward higher pitched tone. Dale held the towel out towards Ben, “here, come and get it” he smiled.

Ben edged forward and released a hand from its cupped position and tried to keep himself covered with the other. As he took the towel he stumbled and as he did he put his hand out to break his fall leaving him fully naked and exposed to the gaze of Dale. He quickly, but awkwardly tried to re-balance himself and cover up his nakedness with the towel (unsuccessfully). 

“Hey man, don’t panic, you ain’t got anything I haven’t seen before” said Dale reassuringly with a smile. “Besides, I’ve been here for about 20 minutes watching you so there’s no point hiding what I’ve already seen”. “hey bud I’m not gay” said Ben defensively. “Neither am I” replied Dale “ but you have a good body - nothing to be ashamed of. Just chill man and dry yourself, no different to being in the locker room. Ben stood for a few seconds feeling like a rather sheepish and soon realised his over reaction to his exposure. He unfolded his towel and started to dry himself, flinging the towel over his head to dry his hair whilst standing totally naked in front of Dale.

Dale watched as he dried, the vigorous shaking as Ben rubbed his hair dry was causing his cock and balls to bounce and shake in rhythm. Dale continued conversing in small talk to try and make light of Ben’s embarrassment but at the same time his gazed was fixed on Ben’s crotch. Ben had finished drying his hair and had moved on to drying his back and shoulders, he looked across to Dale and could see that Dale was staring at his cock.  Ben gave a small cough which broke Dale’s gaze, he looked up at Ben. Dale felt his face reddening “I’m sorry man, I just couldn’t stop looking at it, I’ve never, I mean I’m .... I I I don’t know what to say. Dale stood up, “I’ll go”, he said, “I’m sorry man” he turned to leave

“It’s ok- stay, you don’t have to be embarrassed, I’ve often looked at the guys in the showers, we all do” said Ben as he continued to dry himself. Dale sat down again but had turned his body slightly away to allow Ben to continue finish drying. They continued small talk as Ben stepped across into Dales peripheral vision to find his shorts. Ben stood with his back to Dale, shaking the grass and dust from his shorts. He bent over to put his feet into the shorts, Dale glanced out of the corner of his eye as he did so to see Ben’s perfectly formed butt cheeks slightly open as he bent over to expose a dark hairy rosebud, hanging below was his hairy ball sack. Dale felt his cock stir, what was happening to him. He had never thought about another guy and now suddenly he is watching this guy swim naked, stare at his cock and now getting aroused by his open ass. He quickly looked away as Ben straightened up pulling his shorts up over his thighs and ass. Ben turned towards Dale as he finished buttoning up his shorts, his thick penis shaped bulge clearly visible in the denim.

Ben laid his towel out on the grass to dry off in the sun and took the water from his backpack. He sipped from the bottle then lay down on the grass next to where Dale was sat to enjoy the heat of the sun. Dale stood up and peeled off his vest  “mind if I join you” he said to Ben. 

Slapping the grass next to him “of course - this sun is glorious” said Ben. Dale laid next to Ben, both on their backs as the sun shone high in the sky. They laid on the grass for 10 minutes when Dale suddenly broke the silence “do you have a girlfriend Ben” Ben sat forward resting back on his elbows, he looked across to Dale laid back on the grass - a baseball cap lying loosely over his face to protect him from the sun, his hands behind his head. Ben’s eyes scanned up and down Dale’s athletic slim body noticing that as Dale had outstretched, the waistband of his shorts were open allowing Ben to see down inside Dales shorts. He could see that Dale had manscaped his pubic area - a furry but neat patch of blond hair and he could just barely see Dale’s cock as it lay flaccidly across his lower abdomen and disappearing into the darkness of the folds of shorts material. “Er No, no I don’t have one, I’ve been too busy, do you? answered Ben still looking into Dale’s shorts. “Nah, to much hassle man” replied Dale. “I prefer being single and just picking up a girl for a one night no strings thing, when I feel the need to get laid or have some chick suck my cock” sniggered Dale.

“What about you, when did you last get laid Ben” enquired Dale. Ben nervously cleared his throat, “never” Ben answered, “what about having your dick sucked then? Dale asked. “Never” came the same reply from Ben.

Dale sat up, his cap falling from his face and to the grass next to him “NEVER” he said in stunned disbelief as he looked across to Ben. Ben embarrassingly lowered his head and turned away slightly “true” he said “ I’ve never been with a girl, well not in that way, kissed a few but never gone any further” said Ben sheepishly. “Wow” Dale said “can’t believe a good looking guy like you hasn’t been beating them off with a big stick” he laughed “hell if I was a girl I’d be wanting to suck that lovely thick cock of yours dry”.

Dale suddenly realised what he’d just said. “I mean if... no what I meant to say is..... shit, I didn’t mean it to sound like that” Dale stuttered as his face reddened. “it’s ok - I know what you meant” said Ben. “I’ve always been shy around girls, never know what to say or do - so I just avoided them and got on with my studies”. “You never even had your cock touched” enquired Dale. “Nope” Ben responded “only by me when I feel the need to release” he laughed nervously - already feeling like he had given away to much information about his private moments. “Oh yeah man, I love to wank, sometime 5 or 6 times a day” laughed Dale - making a grab for his crotch, pawing at his penis through the material of his shorts. He laid back on the grass, closed his eyes and lay there with his cock in his hand through his shorts.

Ben watched his as Dale’s fingers occasionally grasped tighter on his cock. After several minutes Dale got up, “I need to cool off, getting horny here” he exclaimed.  He kicked off his trainers, pulled his shorts down (exposing a semi hard 7 inch cock) kicked them off and quick as a flash ran charging into the lake. Ben watched as Dale’s slim muscular body, with tight buttocks disappeared into the lake. Dale emerged from his dive and began swimming frantically across the lake.

Ben lay back to continue soaking in the sun’s rays. He must have nodded off cause the next thing he is being awakened by cold water drops dripping onto his chest, he sat up startled by the sudden coldness and Dale was stood (completely naked) in front of him, shaking his wet hair and laughing. Dale was stood about 2 foot away as Ben sat upright, rubbing at the wet droplets. He was eye level with Dale’s cock, the small patch of trimmed dark  blonde hair that he had spied earlier now glistened in the sunshine, a thick flaccid penis around 6 inches swung in front of a pair tightly packed balls, a large thick vein run the length of his penis to uncut bulbous mushroom shaped head that was pink and dripping water. The foreskin was uncut but had been pulled back about a third  of way over his cock head exposing the piss slit. “ Can I borrow your towel Ben”. “Sure” said Ben, standing up and picking the towel up of the grass that he had been lying on. Dale took the towel and started patting at his face. Ben stood a few inches away. He looked down at Dale’s cock then quickly back up again, this hadn’t gone unnoticed by Dale.

Dale smiled at Ben and nervously reached out and took his wrist, he pulled his hand forward and placed it on his cock. Ben pulled his hand back a bit but Dale held on to his wrist and replaced Ben’s hand back onto his flaccid cock. They stood looking into each other’s eyes. Dale released his grip on Ben’s wrist - expecting home to withdraw his hand but he didn’t. Both stood there for several seconds before Ben gently curled his fingers to cup Dale’s cock and balls in his hand. He could feel Dale’s cock make a sudden twitching movement as it started  to slowly swell in his gentle grasp. Dale moved closer, his left shoulder touching Ben’s right shoulder, the cold and still wet skin to skin contact sent an electric pulse through Ben’s body making him slightly quiver. Dale placed his right hand onto Ben’s chest, gently fingering the thick coarse chest hair, feeling and searching for his nipple buried deep within. He leaned forward and gently touched Ben’s lips with his own. Dale’s cock jolted forward and Ben gently curled his fingers around the base of his hardening shaft.

Ben could feel Dale’s hand lower over his belly. Dale whispered “can I be the first person to touch you”. Ben stood silently and slowly looked down to see that Dale had placed both hands onto the waistband of his shorts and had began to fumble at opening the top button. He looked back up into Dale’s eyes, leant forward and again their lips touched.

He gently gripped tighter on Dale’s cock and slowly pumped on its base to let him know it was ok to continue.  Ben could feel as Dale fingers diligently undone the second and third buttons of his shorts.

He felt Dale’s hand push inside his shorts over the thick tangled mass of pubic hair, searching for his cock. Dale’s fingers found the base of Ben’s flaccid cock, he withdrew his hand and placed both onto Ben’s hips placing his thumbs into the waistband of the shorts. He pushed the shorts down over Ben’s muscular butt cheeks and thighs.

The shorts fell to ground and Ben stepped out of them kicking them to the grass. Both were stood naked in front of each other. Dale moved his hand over Ben’s belly and gently and slowly made a swirling motion towards his groin area.

Ben’s cock twitched in anticipation and began to swell and harden. He looked down to see he was still pumping gently on Dale’s hard cock and watched as Dale eventually found Ben’s hardening cock. Dale wrapped his fingers around the tip of Ben’s cock, fingering his piss slit. “You ok” Dale asked. “I am now” smiled Ben.

Dale suddenly dropped to his knees and without hesitation took Ben’s bulging cock head into his mouth. Sliding his tongue up down the length of this virgin cock, squeezing gently on the bulbous head, milking his precum and licking it up greedily.

Dale manoeuvred Ben to lay on the grass and continue to suck greedily on his rock hard cock. Ben gestured to Dale to turn around into sixty-nine position and for the first (but not the last) time he tasted another mans cock. They lay in the grass sucking and exploring each other until Ben whispered loudly “I’m gonna cum”.

Dale grasped onto Ben ass cheeks and sucked harder and deeper on this young mans cock, he wanted to taste his man juice. He tighten his lips around the shaft of Ben’s cock and pumped up and down frantically. Suddenly Ben’s back arched as he exploded stream after stream of thick hot cum into the mouth and throat of Dale.

Dale continued to suck greedily until he felt Ben’s spent cock suddenly go flaccid in his mouth.

Ben continued to suck on Dale’s cock as he felt Dale’s tongue licking on his cock head - cleaning up the remainder of drops of cum. Ben Dale’s cock start to throb and stiffen in his mouth, he could sense that Dale was also about to release his cum. Was he ready to have a guy cum in his mouth? He closed his eyes and tightened his lips around Dale’s throbbing cock.

Anticipating the moment his mouth would be filled with the juice from his new found friend’s cock. He suddenly felt a warm wet salty blob shoot against the roof of his mouth, followed by another and another, he gagged as he tried to swallow  it but managing only to spill it from his mouth - dribbling and pooling on Dale’s pubes and stomach. Dale was groaning loudly as blob after blob of cum shot from his cock.

Ben grasped the base of Dale’s cock and pumped it, expelling more cum from Dale. He slowed his vigorous pumping to a gentle stroke as he felt Dale start to soften in his hand. Ben fell back onto the grass, both of them breathing heavily, Ben was dizzy from excitement as he lay there. After several minutes Dale sat up “are you ok? He asked Ben. Ben sat up and shuffled towards Dale - he reached across and took Dale’s face in both hands and pulled him gently towards him. Their lips met and Ben’s tongue found Dale’s. He could taste the salty cum ( his own ) on Dale’s tongue as they kissed passionately. “Never better” Ben whispered and smiled at Dale. “I think we’d better cool off don’t you” said Dale as he motioned toward the lake. They both stood up and walked into the lake together as their fingers entwined  

Ben thought to himself what it would be like to go a bit further next time ...........