Date: Wed, 27 Sep 2000 15:38:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: Piers dandolo <piersdandolo@yahoo.com>
Subject: Adventure with Dave

Some years ago, when I was doing my degree at college,
part of the training was to spend a year working for a
company to gain experience. I was assigned to work for
a company in the north of England near Thirsk. The
personnel department was very helpful and arranged
some accommodation in anticipation of my arriving.

After my first day, someone from personnel from
personnel dropped me off with my two cases at a small
cottage about a quarter of a mile along a narrow lane
that lead out of the town. It was in fact, one of four
original cottages: the other three had been converted
into a single house. It was not only quaint, but very
comfortable and I soon settled in. I did date a few of
the office girls but due to pressure of work and the
fact that I was only staying for a few months, I
didn't try too hard.

I did not meet my neighbor for almost two weeks. He
turned out to be a guy, who's name was Dave and also
worked in the area as a sales rep. We met as I
returned from work one evening and Dave was unloading
his car. He introduced himself and invited me into his
home, showed me round and offered me a drink. Dave was
about 25, medium height, well built with very dark
brown hair and intense blue eyes. There didn't seem to
be a Mrs. Dave, and he explained that I wouldn't see
him much as he had a girlfriend in town and spent most
of his time there.

True to his word, I didn't see him much through the
winter. Occasionally, he would call in or spend the
night or weekend. Mostly he would be alone but
sometimes his girlfriend would be with him. He was
always very pleasant, and when He and his girlfriend
spent the Christmas holiday at the cottage they
invited me around for the day and to the party they
held in the evening.

Spring came early that year, and it was pleasant to go
home for lunch and sit out in the garden. Although the
two gardens were divided by a low Box hedge it was to
all intents and purposes a communal one. One day in
May, I came home and saw Dave on the patio. He was
naked and lying face down on a sun lounger, sipping a
beer and reading a book.

When I walked into the garden, he sat up and greeted
me naturally and offered me a beer. I declined as I
had to get back to work. Nevertheless, my eyes were
relentlessly drawn to his groin where out of a shock
of dark, springy pubic hair, a neat uncut penis
nestled on two very impressively sized balls. We
chatted in a relaxed way for half an hour or so after
before I returned to the office. All through the
afternoon, I felt disturbed and strangely turned on by
the experience. I wondered what to expect when I
returned, but the house and gardens were empty: Dave
had gone.

On other occasions I would get home and see the sun
lounger out in the garden and wonder if Dave had been
out there naked. Eventually, one hot Wednesday
afternoon, I came home for lunch as usual and there he
was. This time he was sitting propped up wearing only
a pair of dark glasses. By now his body had an all
over deep golden tan. He stirred as I came toward him.

Once again, we talked of this and that, he
occasionally vaguely scratching his balls. He asked if
I had ever been up to the moors. I looked up to the
wide flat plateau dominating the North and Eastern
horizon. "No!", I said, "The opportunity has never
come up". "I'm on holiday for the rest of the week.
Why not take tomorrow off and I could show you
around?" I considered. "I can't go tomorrow. But I
think I could get Friday off " "Great!", he said. "The
forecast is hotter than ever. We'll have a good day".
And so it was arranged.

We set off early, taking the bus out of Thirsk up to
Osmotherly through the narrow lanes to the edge of the
moors. As promised, it was very hot and we were both
wearing shorts, tee shirts and sandals. As the morning
wore on, the tee shirts were removed as we climbed
onto the high moor. We walked for about three miles
and came to a pub which was on a tiny road that wound
it's way across the moor. We each had a couple of
pints of Bitter before heading onward. By now it was
really hot, and Dave said he would take us to a place
to cool off. 

About half a mile on, we came to a small but quite
deep pool or lake. "Let's go for a swim" , Dave said.
"I've no trunks" , I replied. "Who's going to see?" ,
said Dave, dropping his shorts and climbing into the
cool water. True enough, there were few visitors to
this part of the moor even in summer during the
weekdays. His tanned body moved through the water, out
into the middle of the pool. As I coyly removed my
shorts and waded out into the clear, cool water, I was
aware of my pale body; especially my pure white
buttocks and groin. 

There was a place where you could dive in from the
side. I dived in and swam toward the shallows and
turned to see Dave dive too. There was a delay in him
reaching the surface and I was wondering if he was OK
when I felt strong hands grasp my ankles and wrench
them upwards. Catching me off balance, I fell
backwards, Dave wrestling me to duck me beneath the
water and I resisting. Although submerged, I realized
that my dick had become hard during this close
physical contact. I was glad that Dave had not noticed
as we made for the shore.

We made our way back via the pub, necking another beer
or two, and finally reaching home about six o'clock.
The heat had not diminished, in fact it seemed hotter
and more airless. Neither of us fancied much to eat.
We made a few sandwiches and broke out more chilled
beer and brought it into the garden under a large
parasol.

The more I drank, the more I was aware of Dave's prick
thinly veiled under his nylon shorts. He too seemed to
become more uninhibited, the conversation becoming
more raunchy and sexually oriented. I was now feeling
out of my depth. I had an overwhelming desire to
uncover, to touch, to hold, to ... I didn't know what I
wanted to do with his lovely uncut penis! My reason
though, told me that this was dangerous!   

As I was trying to cope with this, Dave announced that
he had to take a piss. I'd expected him to make for
the house to the toilet, but instead, nonchalantly
dropped his shorts and let out a stream of piss into
the flower bed. Afterward, he shook his dick head and
then moved his hand drawing his foreskin slowly too
and froe over his penis. He turned to me and smiled.

I couldn't resist further. I went and knelt before him
unsure what to do. He took my right hand and led it to
his prick. I touched him all over, his balls his
prick, his foreskin. I felt his hands on the back of
my head, and my lips were inextrebley drawn to his
balls and penis. I took them into my mouth savoring
that clean, salty sexy taste of male flesh. Before I
knew it he was fucking my face and spewing his
wonderful cum into my mouth.

This was the start of many adventures with Dave.

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