Date: Sun, 13 May 2012 12:15:55 +0100 (BST)
From: Gee LEES <gee572003@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: UNEXPECTED VISITOR PART 1

It is some years ago now, but I remember it as though it was yesterday.  My
house-partner had gone to the West Country to visit relatives for a couple
of days and so I was left to do what I wanted, with the house to myself,
and was quite looking forward to the peace and quiet.

The first morning, I was having a mid-morning coffee and trying to decide
what to do with the rest of the day.  It was a glorious summer morning and
it promised to get nice and hot. To me, there is nothing better than
outdoors sex on a hot summers day, particularly if there is someone around
to provide a cooling shower and a supply of thirst quenching liquid from a
nice long hosepipe cock, so a trip to the country -- or at least the local
cruising Common - beckoned.  I finished my coffee and went to the bathroom
to prepare.  First, a relaxing douche to make sure that my insides were
ready for whatever was going to invade them.  Next a haircut and shave --
balls, arse and pubic areas included.  Finally, a good squirt of "Backdoor"
lube in case luck was with me! I then selected a plain white t-shirt that
showed up my tits nicely and well-fitting, not too baggy cargo shorts.  As
usual, I decided to go "Commando": I like the feeling of free-balling and
it of course makes for easier stripping off when the occasion arises.

So it was that, just before mid-day, I was ready to depart.  My plan was to
cycle to a Common not too far away where there was every chance of at least
some activity and, if I was lucky, a good afternoon's sex.  But my plan was
soon thwarted: as I walked to the door, the phone rang.  My immediate
reaction was to ignore it, but I saw that it was my neighbour calling from
somewhere in the North -- she and her husband were on holiday touring
England and Scotland -- so I thought I had better answer it in case there
was an emergency.

I'm glad I did.  Apparently, her nephew was expected to arrive from Denmark
later that day and they had been delayed by mechanical breakdown of their
vintage sports car, so they would not be home in time to receive him.
Would I mind letting him stay with us until they arrived back home?  I
assured her that I would be happy to, and that they needn't worry.  I
placed a note on their door, asking Axel (for that was his name) to ring
our bell when he arrived.

Apart from the fact that Axel was 17 years of age, spoke good English and
travelling such a distance (by train and boat from his home near
Copenhagen) for the first time, I had no idea what to expect, but my
over-fertile mind imagined a handsome tall blond Danish youth with bright
blue eyes and hung like a horse.  I should be so lucky!  I set about
tidying the house up and made a quick visit to the local supermarket to get
some provisions in so at least he could be fed and refreshed when he got
here.

Soon after my return, the doorbell rang and I opened it to find that at
least part of my imagined person was real: he was not tall, about 5' 8" /
172cm, but blond, shaved hair and blue eyes, with the most charming smile.
He was carrying a huge backpack, and wore a tight khaki shirt and shorts,
which were obviously purchased before he had filled out as much as he had,
and didn't hide an attractive package.  Stunning!  I welcomed him in,
explained the situation, invited him to stow his gear in the guest room,
and suggested he might like a shower after his long journey.  He said that
he would like that very much, so I led him to the bathroom, and got out a
towel for him.  Not wanting to appear too nosey (although I would have
loved to see him strip off those clothes and see what lay beneath them), I
left him to it and said to come up to the kitchen for a drink and a bite to
eat when he was ready.  I assumed that he would do so after a change of
clothes following his shower, but he arrived in the kitchen with just a
towel wrapped around his waist.  My first glance of his beautiful young
body with the outline of a sizeable cock beneath the towel had my own cock
at attention immediately, and I sensed that he noticed.  Completely
relaxed, he said he hadn't unpacked any clean clothes yet but was dying for
a beer, which I quickly provided and, being the sociable sort I am, opened
one for myself as well.  Being such a nice day, and as we were not
overlooked, we sat out on the balcony, so Axel could admire the view of the
gardens whilst I admired his beautiful form.

Several times, I had to move my legs to avoid my erection being too obvious
but, having dressed Commando, there wasn't much I could do about it.
However, I stopped worrying about it when I noticed that the outline
beneath Axel's towel was rather more pronounced than previously and I
sensed that the lovely hot weather was making him just as horny as I was.
But he seemed nicely relaxed in his unexpected situation so I also just
relaxed and enjoyed the occasion.

I asked him about his journey and he spent some minutes not only describing
the route and trains taken but some of the people he had encountered on the
way.  He had not come direct but had spent a few days travelling around
northern Germany before heading to Hook of Holland for the Ferry to
England.  He mentioned a German guy of similar age that he had met on the
train from Berlin to Cologne, and that he had given him his number to look
him up if ever he visited his home City in Germany.  This all started me
thinking that my temporary guest might well be Gay, and my imagination
started running wild about the prospects of doing lovely things with him.
Common sense prevailed, however, and I decided that I should merely enjoy
him from afar, as it were, and make him as comfortable as possible until
his Aunt and her husband returned from their holiday.

After a second beer, I suggested Axel might care to have a bite to eat and
he readily accepted my offer of an omelette and salad.  Whilst I prepared
it, he went to his room to unpack some clothes, and I felt sad as I saw his
gorgeous (and still rather full) front outline followed by a fantastic
bubble arse disappear downstairs.

Minutes later my eyes were treated to yet another vision of beauty.  A
yellow form hugging t-shirt and fawn coloured beach shorts did nothing to
hide a well-developed chest and an obviously full package.  I waved him
into a seat at the table and again admired the shape of his gorgeous arse:
what I would do to get some of that, I thought!  It was as well that he
would be leaving to stay next door within an hour or so!

Axel tucked into his meal, with another beer to help wash it down.  He
asked about London, and the best way to get around to see all the sights.
His Aunt and Uncle both worked in the City during the day, so he was going
to be left to his own devices for much of the time.  I explained our
transport system, gave him a few outline suggestions for seeing the sights
and said that, if he wished, I would be happy to advise him each day as he
firmed up his plans.  For this he was very grateful, and I was most pleased
when he suggested that I might like to show him around "if I'd nothing
better to do".  I readily agreed.  Even if I couldn't get up to the things
I'd like to do with this horny and beautiful young man, it would be good to
escort him around the more interesting parts of London.  It was agreed
that, the next day, once settled in with his relatives, we would have a
trip around the great metropolis of London.

By this time, it was getting late into the afternoon and I expected the
doorbell to ring anytime to bring the visit to an end.  I sensed that Axel
was feeling a bit tired after his journey (over the previous night, so he
wouldn't have slept too well -- especially if his young German travelling
companion had been more than just friendly!) so I suggested he might like
to rest awhile.  He agreed, and I promised to wake him as soon as his Aunt
arrived home.  He finished his beer and went down to the guest room, and I
began to reflect on the unexpected events of the day.  The disruption to my
earlier plans was easily offset by the pleasure of having this near naked
young beauty in my company.

My musings were interrupted by the phone ringing.  It was Axel's Aunt
saying that the trouble with the car was fixed but that, as they were still
in the North of England, they didn't want to drive back all the way at once
and proposed to stay somewhere overnight.  Would I mind letting Axel stay
with me overnight?  I tried to sound as calm as possible when I assured her
there was no problem and that we would look forward to their safe return
the following day.  Pleased that my young visitor would be staying the
night and thinking there might be the chance to see more of him, my cock
sprang back to full-on erection as I went downstairs to break the news to
Axel.

I tapped on the door as I entered the room, and the sight that greeted me
took my breath away.  Axel was naked, asleep on top of the quilt.  His
swimmers build chest was topped with delightful looking pert tits; from his
navel, a line of blond hair ran down to a trimmed pubic area.  His uncut
flaccid cock hung down over two lovely balls that rested between his
muscular thighs.  I marvelled at the sight, and could have done so for
hours but I came to my senses and stepped back out of the room.  He was
obviously tired, and he did not have to get up right away so I left him to
sleep for a while longer.

Back upstairs, I switched on the television, but nothing interested me
enough to take my mind off the delightful vision I had just experienced and
my erection was as hard as ever.  I slipped off my shorts and massaged it
as I thought of the fine example of a young man resting just metres away
downstairs: the lovely smiling (and kissable) lips; the tits atop a pair of
nicely developed pecs; the gorgeous cock and balls; the thighs that led
down to an as yet unseen but no doubt beautiful arse crack.  I imagined my
tongue licking the tits and then down to his well developed cock.  Even
flaccid, it was a good 5", and quite thick, so what it would be like when
erect was anyone's guess.  I thought of my tongue licking around the
foreskin, and into his piss slit and tasting the remains his last piss.
How good it would be to take it in my mouth and drink from his fountain,
before moving down and lifting his legs up so I could work on his crack and
hole.  I got to the point that I was ready to cum, so stopped, to save my
climax for later.  I thought it was time to wake the sleeping beauty, so
went to the bathroom to freshen up and then knocked gently on the door to
Axel's room.  This time I got a response, and went in to see Axel awaking,
showing off a semi-hard cock as he stretched himself out of his sleep.  "I
feel better for that," he said.  "I can tell that, my friend", I said as I
cast an admiring glance at his even fuller erection.  He took hold of it,
and said that it had a will of its own, adding that mine seemed to as well,
judging from the tent in my shorts.  I laughed, and admitted that it wasn't
surprising in the circumstances.

I told Axel that his Aunt had called and hoped he didn't mind staying the
night.  "Not at all", he said, "this bed is most comfortable and the
company's good, so I'm happy to stay".  "Fine" I said, "just make yourself
at home. Stay in bed if you wish, or come up and join me in the sitting
room."  He sat up on the bed and said he needed to piss and freshen up but
would come up after.  As I went back upstairs he went to the toilet and I
noticed he didn't close the door before letting loose a torrent of piss.
For a not-long-turned 17 years old, he was sending out some good vibes, but
I decided against shouting "what a waste" or some other expression that
would have told him I'd dearly have loved to drink him dry!

A few minutes later, Axel returned to the sitting room wearing the yellow
t-shirt and shorts he had worn earlier.  Boy!  Did he fill those shorts
well?  My eyes had great difficulty in moving away from the very firm
looking package held together by obviously flimsy underwear, and my own
cock continued to strain under my shorts.  Perhaps I should have cum
earlier to relieve the strain after all!

Apart from the sexual attraction, Axel was a very pleasant relaxed young
person and it was easy to converse with him.  I was happy to hear of his
experience on this, his first major trip away from his own country.  He
clearly was intelligent and responsible, and mature for his years.  I was
pleased that there was no reference to football or other sports, and he
expressed a catholic taste in music that reflected very much my own.  More
than anything, he obviously enjoyed train travel, one of my favourite
occupations, so the time soon passed.  By mid-night, we were both feeling
tired, so I suggested bed and an early rise in the morning to decide a plan
for the day ahead.

Axel went to the toilet first and once I heard him go back to his room I
went down for a shower.  The hot water streaming over me soon had my cock
hard and I gave it a good massage as I showered, and gave my arse a quick
clean out, just to be safe.  After cleaning my teeth, I put on my dressing
gown and as I passed the guest room, tapped on the door to see whether Axel
was comfortable.  He called me in and thanked me for my hospitality.  I
told him to call me if there was anything he needed or, jokingly, if he got
lonely, and bade him "Goodnight".

Back in my room, I was feeling so horny sleep would not come anywhere near,
so out came the BACKDOOR lube that I applied liberally to my cock before
fingering some into my arsehole.  This went on for some time whilst I
enjoyed the images of my young visitor and imagined taking his gorgeous
cock in my mouth and....

My fantasising was broken by the sound of Axel leaving his room to go to
the toilet where I heard yet another stream of his hot piss being wasted.
Instead of returning to his room however, I heard him come up to the
kitchen and get some fruit juice from the fridge.  I called to him
"everything alright, Axel?"  He replied, "Yes fine, except I feel a bit
lonely" and I heard him coming up to my room.  As the door opened, he gave
it a tap and popped his head round and said: "you said to let you know if I
was".  I pulled back the cover, and said that I would be happy to comfort
him.  Without hesitation, he entered the room, naked as the day he was born
and sporting a full erection.  I turned to pull him to the bed and his cock
swung into my face in all its glory.  I lost no time in taking it into my
mouth first by tonguing around his lovely thick foreskin and then around
the glans and into his piss-slit.  It was beautiful: clean from his
late-night shower but with the taste of his last piss hitting my tongue
when I delved into his slit.  I was in Pig's heaven, and would have been
happy pleasuring this wonderful guy without any reciprocation.  But Axel
wasn't just a taker.  He pushed me back on the bed and turned into a 69
position, taking my 6" cock into his mouth, and licking his tongue into my
wide piss-slit, as his huge 9" cock slid further down my throat.

After a few minutes of this highly charged deep throating, I lifted him up
so that his cock and balls rested forward of my face and my tongue went in
search of his arse crack and rosebud.  Axel responded immediately by
lifting up and crouching over my face to open up the most beautiful arse
I've ever seen.  A slight covering of blond hair surrounded the most sweet
smelling hole that readily opened up to my tongue as it quivered around the
edge and then pushed in and round the bud.  The sight of his buns almost
resting on my cheeks as I pushed deeper to open him up was getting too
much, so I eased off and said: "time for us to catch breath".  Axel rolled
over on to the bed, and then turned to give me a deep and long-lasting
kiss.  The feel of his cock pressing against my thigh, and his arse as I
smoothed my hands over his firm buns was intense.  I said to him: "Are you
feeling better now?"  "Much better, thank you, but I think I prefer to stay
in your bed tonight.  That was great, but now I need to piss ".

It's amazing how fast the brain can work at times like that.  I reasoned
that, as he'd come so far, he was up to anything, so I responded by saying
"and I'm thirsty" and moved down to take his cock in my mouth again.  "But
I need to piss" he insisted.  "I know you do", said I, and put my mouth
back over the head of his cock.  He didn't need any more prompting.
Despite being quite hard, he took only a few seconds before a dribble of
piss escaped on to my tongue.  I looked up, and nodded.  He smiled back and
closed his eyes.  A few seconds more and a steady stream started to fill my
mouth.  It was light tasting, reminiscent of the earlier beers, just as I
liked it!  I gulped it down, determined not to waste any.  Gradually, the
flow eased, but I continued to suck from his increasingly hard cock.  I
sucked out the last few drops from his slit and ran my tongue up and down
his shaft before returning back to the tip.  I moved to the side so that I
could cup cock and balls with one hand whilst I tweaked one of his tits
with the other.  In response, Axel leant forward to pull my arse cheeks
apart and pushed two of his fingers into my hole.  Realizing that it was
already lubed up, he asked me whether I would like him to fuck me and, not
waiting for an answer, moved down the bed, pulled me up into the doggy
position and positioned him self ready to enter my hot and ready hole.
First, he used his fingers to work my hole wider and then grabbed my cheeks
apart.  The next thing, I realised that his tongue was now pushing into my
hole and I gasped at the sheer pleasure of it, as the juices from the
douche and lubrication eased their way out.  Then the moment I'd been
waiting for: Axel's beautiful long, thick cock started to press against the
entrance to my hole.  My cheeks gripped the tip for a moment before opening
up to enable him to push in to the hilt.  When his cock was fully in, he
paused for a moment before I sensed it increasing in hardness and he
started to fuck me.  I turned my head to look up at him and was rewarded
with a deep kiss before he leaned back slightly and increased the intensity
of the fucking, holding me by the shoulders to get the best grip and
penetration.  Gradually, the intensity of his fucking increased to the
extent that I knew he was not far off coming, and I knew that my own climax
wasn't far behind.  Axel pulled me up to him so I could feel his tits
rubbing against my back and his balls bouncing against my arse with each
upward thrust.  Suddenly, I felt his mouth on the nape of my neck and his
teeth bit into the loose flesh, and his hand took hold of my Prince Albert
and pulled it to stretch my already rock hard cock.  This was too much for
me, and I sensed that I was near to coming.  Lifting back, Axel thrust
harder into me and I felt his cock repeatedly hit my prostate on its way to
the top of my bowel.  Then the point of no return: he tensed a couple of
seconds before starting to spurt his load deep into me.  Almost at once, my
own cock started to shoot the load that had been building up since early
that day, and the bed was splattered with one of the biggest loads I'd ever
produced.

I collapsed forward to lie flat on the bed and Axel followed, cock still
buried deep in me.  I could still feel it spurting the final drops out,
rather like the after-shocks of a major earthquake.  I felt him nibble on
my neck, gently this time, and turned to receive his tongue in my mouth.
As we got our breath back, I clenched my cheeks around his cock, not
wanting to let it go, and I could feel the cum running down as I relaxed.

Gradually, Axel's cock started to soften and withdraw itself from my arse.
I turned around, and held Axel close to me.  "That was fantastic, thank
you."  "Same for me", he replied, and added "I didn't think I'd get this
lucky on my first visit to London!"  I said: "and I didn't realise a
handsome young man would be in my bed tonight having such intense and
enjoyable sex with me."

I didn't like to ask Axel where and how he had learned to be so experienced
at his young age but he volunteered that, when he was only 12, he'd
realised he was gay and discovered a local cruising area where an older guy
(I guess by around twenty-odd years, like me) had taught him the ropes.
He'd found sex with the older guy so good that he didn't do much with boys
of his own age and had continued to prefer older men since.  As we talked,
I sensed a stirring in his groin and felt that he was getting ready for
round two.  I suggested that we should freshen up and took him down to the
bathroom for a shower.  I needed a piss, but didn't want to embarrass Axel
into thinking he had to return the favour he had rendered earlier, so I
went and stood by the toilet ready to piss.  He immediately followed,
saying: "now, it's my turn", knelt down and took my cock in his mouth,
giving me the nod that he was ready to take my piss. His mouth enveloped my
cockhead and his tongue dipped into my slit, but I pulled him back slightly
so my cock was just over his tongue with his mouth open.  I started to let
my piss flow and he was expert in letting it fill his mouth and then
swallowing.  As he did so, I pulled my cock out and sprayed my piss over
his head and shoulders before putting it back in his mouth for him to gulp
down greedily.  As the flow came to an end, I lifted him up, turned him
round and bent him over so that I could lick all the piss that had run down
his back into his arse crack, finishing up back at his gorgeous juicy hole.
As encouragement, he stretched his legs wider and pulled his cheeks apart
do I could get right into his most private area.

Gradually, I sensed that, despite having the stamina of a typical fit 17
year old, the long overnight journey and our intensive session was taking
its toll, so I eased off, and suggested we have our shower and take a rest
before restarting in the morning.  Axel agreed, but first he pointed me to
his now softening cock and said he needed to piss again, so I knelt before
him for a final thirst quenching drink of the night.  We had our shower
together, where we both enjoyed caressing each other with creamy gel under
the refreshing hot water, and then fell into bed where we soon fell fast
asleep as dawn was breaking.