Trainers

I am not a total bottom but although given a choice, that would always my preference. I generally like bigger guys and prefer being fucked. When the occasional arse presents itself, nonetheless, I am always up for the challenge. One such encounter came out of the blue one evening when I was on a business trip in a large coastal city.

If I may regress slightly, on previous visits to this location I found a reliable camping spot where I had enjoyed a mixed bag of success. The most notable of these happenstances was when I encountered a bulky farmer who was attending a trade show in the city, and who ended up spending two nights with me at my hotel. On the first evening, I had a rather naïve, if somewhat enjoyable encounter with him.

As we lay on the bed afterwards chatting, I mentioned that I particularly enjoyed Thai food and mentioned that there was an excellent restaurant that I loved visiting during my stays. I was then amazed that he had never eaten Thai food before. After donning the mantle of a raconteur and epicurean, I decided to broaden his gastronomic horizons by suggesting that he join me for a meal the following evening. Naturally, I then invited him to join me for dinner the following night, which he happily agreed to.

Sadly, the next evening was rather disappointing. Having hoped that his conservative approach to sex might be broadened, I alas found that he simply inflexible.

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On my following visit, however, things took a surprising turn when I sat staring at the ocean in the same camping area.

As I sat there, I soon became intrigued by a young man who was hovering about. In all honesty, he really wasn’t very good-looking and had a somewhat scruffy look about him.

Shamelessly, I must confess that once we spoke, I could clearly discern that he had grown up on the wrong side of the tracks. He was a small guy, no more than five-foot-six-inches tall and I have to admit that I really wasn’t initially overexcited about a possible encounter with him.

As he finally sat next to me, nonetheless, I found him quite charming in a pitiable way and as we communicated, a ‘butch’ spark ignited within me because it was abundantly clear that he was a bottom. Having not pounded an arse in a few months, I figured that a change of pace might be quite pleasant. The only concern in my mind, nevertheless, was that he might be a whore-boy.

Please believe me, although I really have no preconceptions about how people make a living. Paying for sex always exceeded my boundaries.

By the time we had arrived back in my hotel room and were sipping on our beers in my room, I had become exceptionally horny and was dying to fuck him. Regrettably, the penny then dropped as he looked at his very well-worn trainers and enthusiastically told me about a pair he had seen that day.

“How much do they cost?” I asked, almost exasperated and disappointed by my premonition.

When he mentioned the paltry price, nonetheless, my former limitations suddenly broadened. I also have to admit that when I took the required bank notes out of my wallet and handed them over to him, the look of delight on his face was well worth the ‘inconvenience.’

His name was Albie and in honesty, he wasn’t the brightest guy on the planet. I did, nevertheless, respect the fact that he was attending a Technicon nearby to specialise in some or other trade.

After our ‘transaction,’ the show then got on the road.

What happened next, however, turned out to be mesmerizing and incredibly memorable. After encasing his ‘boyish’ body, Albie, literally gave himself to me. The way he kissed me and allowed me to vanquish him was a complete mental mind-fuck. I had never heard such seductive whimpers before and it was as if he totally melded with me in a state of complete ecstasy. Albie’s lithe body made me feel like I was a total stud, having captured a sylphlike nymph in a magical forest.

Every fibre of my being became engorged by a primal lust to subjugate him to my whim. It was as if I had become a horny pan-like creature in pursuit of a hedonistic elixir of gratification as lust surged through my veins.

Shortly, my eager fingers that by now had slipped into his tracksuit pants were frantically molesting his manhole. The sounds that Albie now began sensually groaning practically drove me into a sense of carnal madness.

I truthfully cannot remember removing our clothing before I had pinned him on the bed. In an instant, however, my vexed cock slid into his portal as his subtle legs clamped onto my lower back. The indulgence that now encompassed my entire being was beyond description, as his welcoming throbbing sleeve of pleasure massaged my eager cock.

Next, Albie’s head swayed from side to side as a new repertoire of lustful sounds from him invited my assault. In total ecstasy, I finally unloaded into his arse in a state of total rapture.

As Albie was about to leave that evening, I invited him to join me for supper the following night.

The following afternoon I was very pleased as I watched him approaching my hotel, observing what appeared to be the new trainers that he was wearing.

After proudly showing them off to me, we ordered our dinner

As we sat on the patio consuming our meal, I scarcely heard a word that he was saying as he babbled on endlessly. All I could think about was my next excursion into his tunnel of enchantment.