Riverside
Feeling relaxed from my massage – and release – the night before, I rose early in the morning and hiked the extensive trails of the resort.
Arjun and I had chatted late in the evening, after the massage shenanigans, and he’d given me a free pass to play around without him even on video so long as there was no anal play, I couldn’t swallow any loads, and I had to share with him any exploits I had. So while I was limited to what I could do, there were plenty of options left, and the ‘free pass’ from my husband only added to my relaxed horniness.
Wandering aimlessly, enjoying the wildlife and lush jungle, I didn’t pay much attention to where I was going and ended up getting lost a few times, doubling back as the trails crisscrossed. A multitude of brightly colored birds sang and flew around. A few mammals wandered by, looking for food. And babbling water cascaded through jungle, following its riverbed. All of which added to my wanderlust and lack of attention to my direction.
The sun rose higher and higher, the heat growing through the morning.
I wore a meshy green tank top and green short shorts. I had a pair of thin, white briefs underneath. In addition to being relaxed, I was also still horny. Every so often I’d touch my nuts or dick, cupped by the cotton fabric. My dick was chubbed and leaking, lingering with morning wood and driving on by the conversation with Arjun. Bringing my finger from my shorts up to my mouth, I licked a fat glob of precum off. More seeped through my thin briefs and dripped down the inside of my shorts, landing on the dirt path.
I spotted on a boulder for a snack, some water from the bottle I carried, and then continued on my way.
Up ahead I heard people swimming and goofing around.
Along the river the resort had a swimming area. There were a few attractive men. A muscly guy in tight swim shorts and a young daddy in thin, fitted shorts leaving little imagination as to what his mounded butt cheeks looked like both caught my eye. Another lean guy wore a thong speedo – he got my dick even more chubbed than it already was – and a few women went topless, which helped to subdue my swelling meat. The resort had liberal policies around clothing and sex.
All the men had my precum flowed more freely, but none seemed to be cruising, so I kept on my way, deeper into the jungle paths, the sounds of merriment in the river fading away behind me.
While the sounds of people disappeared, the river’s babbling stayed close by.
Feeling as though I was alone in the wilderness, stripped off my shorts, tucking them into my backpack.
With the new sense of freedom, my dick expanded to full mast, precum spread to form a large spot on the briefs and made the top few inches of my dick visible. My juices turning the thin, white fabric translucent.
I pinched more precum from my briefs and licked it off my fingers.
Fuck, I thought, I need to bust my nut somewhere. My dick ached in the briefs, throbbing in agreement.
Taking an overgrown small side path, I wound my way down to the river.
Pushing carefully through some tall grasses, my dick continued to throb, harder now, anticipating the release it hoped to receive. A flood of precum ran down my shaft and soaked my testicles, including the cotton fabric around them.
Emerging from the grass, I came up short.
Laying on a flat rock, back resting against a boulder, was a naked man. His dick was hard, swaying as his hand nonchalantly stroked it. He was uncut and 6 inches long. His tight, small testicles were smooth and the only hair on his body was a thin patch of pubes and long, wavy hair caught in a messy manbun atop his head. His body was lean with only a hint of muscle, except the cut, outstanding 6 pack of abs and the deepest cum gutters I’d ever seen. His skin was light brown, and he looked to have Southeast Asian heritage.
More precum rushed out of my dick slit and rolled down my shaft. My underwear now revealed my entire dick and sac, soaked with my juices.
I cautiously, quietly approached the guy, wanting to get closer but not disturb him. My dick ached with each step, begging for release the closer I got to this riverside adonis.
He too was leaking, a thick flow of precum spilled from his dick as he stroked it and joined the pool growing in his left cum gutter. It seemed like he was collecting it on purpose.
The sounds of the river flowing helped to mask my approach, which wasn’t completely silent, but when I got close, the guy turned his head, startled.
At first, he tried to cover himself with both hands, alarmed that someone had seen him jacking off, but when his eyes drank in my half naked body and translucent underwear with a throbbing dick underneath, his startlement turned to intrigue. His second hand dropped away and his hand originally on his dick gave it a tentative stroke.
“Don’t let me stop you,” I said, rubbing my slippery underwear, stroking my shaft. “This was an unexpectedly hot find in the forest.”
Watching me, he settled back and resumed calmly stroking his dick. Motioning his head, he beckoned me over to him.
I dropped my backpack and stripped off my tank top, leaving just my wet briefs and sneakers on.
He directed me to stand in front of him, so I stood over him, between his knees, watching his foreskin roll down and up his shaft.
“Hot briefs,” the guy said, “And impressive cock.”
“Thanks,” I responded, rubbing my soppy underwear. “Nice foreskin, and your cum gutters are envious.” My own abs popped, and I had some oblique definition, but nothing like this guy.
“I’ve always fantasized about that term,” he said. “Cum gutters. I’ve dumped my own load there, of course, but I really fantasize about someone else dumping theirs.”
I drank in the view of his deep, cut, muscled obliques, one nearly filled with his natural lube dripping from his dickhead. I stepped closer, my legs touching his smooth inner thigh, still rubbing my brief covered dick.
“I shoot a big load,” I offered, winking, staring at his obliques.
He leaned forward, his free hand rubbing over my underwear, squeezing, inspecting my cock.
He gathered some of his pool of precum and spread it over my briefs, rubbing my dick, sliding back along the waistband to my ass. His hand cupped my firm, muscly butt and pulled my briefs down. The wet fabric at the front was stuck to my dick, pulling my erection downward before releasing, my cock flopping free. My briefs flopped to the stones with a splat, and I stepped out of them. Slick dick wagging in the air.
The guy let go of his dick, picked up with precum soaked briefs and sucked our shared juices from the pouch, moaning deeply, while his lubed hand continued to jack my dick.
“Fuck,” I moaned, his hand a blur on my cock. “Eat those juices.”
He smirked at me, licking his lips, and leaned forward, sucking my cock into his mouth.
“AH FUCK,” I moaned, head thrown back at the initial contact before looking down at him devouring my dick.
He moaned around my shlong and took a while to get adjusted to its size.
Gagging a few times, mumbling about its length, he eventually got most of it inside and ravenously sucked me, moaning.
After some time, my balls churning and dick aching on the edge of release, he pulled off my dick and slapped it around on his face.
I leaned down, holding his sharp jaw and kissed him before dropping to my knees and sucking his dick into my mouth. His foreskin peeled back easily, slipping back over his glans as I rose. Nectar flowed from his meat, soaking my mouth, making his dick slide even more easily along.
Down and up, my mouth and his foreskin glided freely.
I held a hand to the base of his shaft, keeping the foreskin pulled back, his glans exposed and rubbing against the top of my mouth.
“Fuck,” he yelled, jamming my head down on his dick.
I moaned, rubbing my tongue along his shaft, my head held firmly down on his dick, my nose in his bush.
He relaxed his grip on my head, but I kept him mostly inside as I sucked him for many minutes, both of us moaning.
When I came up for a deep breath, letting his dick slip from my mouth, he grabbed hold of it and jacked it hard, looking me in the eye.
“I’m about to blow,” he moaned.
Kneeling between his legs, jacking my own dick furiously, I teased his tight nuts and smooth taint and hole.
“Me too,” I said, maintaining the intent gaze.
He moaned louder, trembling.
“Fill my cum gutters,” he begged.
Pleasure swam over my dick.
“Get ready,” I warned. “Gonna fucking flood them… AAggggggghh,” I moaned. “FUCK!”
Cum exploded in a thick, white arc, hitting his gutter.
“FUCK YEAH,” he yelled, aiming his dick. His own thick, white load hit the same gutter, mixing with mine.
Each time I shot a rope, he followed with his own. We shot three ropes into one cum gutter before switching and dumping the rest into his other. Our loads spent, both of his cum gutters were full and oozing down his groin.
“Fuck dude,” he sighed. “You certainly do shoot a big load. I’m surprised I kept up; must have been my edging and how fucking hot this was.”
“You’re no slouch in the cum department,” I said. “One of the biggest loads I’ve seen from a guy.”
Smiling at me, he scooped up our mixed loads, one gutter at a time, and swallowed.
“Delicious,” he moaned. “Even better than my fantasy.”
I kissed him again, got dressed, and continued my aimless hike.
I was excited to tell Arjun later about this encounter.
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