Date: Sun, 08 Oct 2006 20:31:59 -0400 (EDT)
From: steve jasper <byker@lycos.com>
Subject: Bunking the Stud

I had been driving for over 3 hours, occasionally rubbing my cock as I
passed the lorries - having slept in on my day off and was now toiling
through in my sleek Beemer though the early tail of the rush hour traffic
out of London. I'd left the city and grime of a busy week well behind and
hugged the outside lane - as usual allowing no-one to overtake me on the
drive to the Welsh border. From the M-roads to the A-roads, then B's and
swinging round the tight bends (always on the lookout for hitchers - I read
just too much of these story listings) until I got to the stretch of
hillside in the Principality where my satnav told me I'd 'arrived'. Craig
was meeting me and he was already there, a bit put-out that he couldn't use
his new hi-tech tent as I'd wanted a proper bed following the 2 weeks of
torrential rain and gales that had swept this western outpost. I'd only
managed to get him to agree to the change as I'd booked us into a youth
hostel and it was really cheap -- we were a bit out of place considering
we're in our 40's and our motors clearly place us in hotel territory. But
we didn't mind, we were on one of our regular visits to get away from our
wives and kids, sink a few beers and commune with nature on a long
hike. Late notice meant we had to share a dorm room but we've done it
before and it's no big deal.

Clonking up the stairs in the old rickety annex meant we arrived in the
long dorm stretching across the top of the former barn to find just 2 or 3
of the 12 or so bunk beds occupied. A rangy, sandy-haired lad of about 25
or 26 or so lay stretched on a bed at the far end reading a book by the
fading light. I threw my bags on the nearest bunk - well away from the
where our younger friend had bunked up -- nevertheless he greeted us with a
welcoming smile and 'hello'. I asked him if this bunk was occupied and he
said it was free - as was the one he was on - just there to catch the
better light, he said with another winning smile and, I noticed, a
well-cute kiddish dimple. Craig dumped his bag on the bunk above me,
scratched at his balls and promptly headed back down to look for some food
- I wandered over to get a better look at the attractive talent, noted his
tousled thick hair, gold rimmed glasses and wide lips with astonishingly
white teeth.

"That's my friend over there" - he said, pointing out with a toss of his
head a previously unnoticed crimpled bedspread with a supine form
underneath it, - "he is still sleeping off last night, so I think we'll be
having a quiet one in tonight" he continued. Again that smile and dimple.

"Well we won't for sure" I responded - see you later. And we did.

It was midnight when we got back, well drunk ourselves, and staggered to
bed. There was a light on in the dorm and my new friend was still reading,
but this time in the same alcove as us - on the bottom bunk that was the
pair to ours.

"My mate moaned about the reading light on our first night so I'd set up
over here - he's asleep now so I can shift back if it annoys you..." Before
Craig could respond - with a typically selfish 'yes, I need to sleep',

I got in with "Nah -- It's alright, I'm gonna read for a bit too".

Craig got his complaint in then; "Well I'm gong to get some sleep whatever
happens so I'll sod off to the other side and you two can do what you like
then!" And he dragged his sleeping bag, banging into the empty bunks as he
found a new bed in the dark.

The strangers impish smile again, we had become co conspirators in our
simple exchange over my drunken and slightly boorish friends behavior. I
stripped down to my CK's and a white T and got in the sack - not before
making sure the young stud saw me adjust my cock and weighty balls and gave
him a good view of my nice hard buns as I bent over to get in bed. We
propped ourselves on our elbows and began talking across the narrow walkway
by the light of our bed lights about the day, the news, friends and their
problems, while a natural understanding that we saw things the same way
passed between us.

I had been looking forward to a furtive wank in the dark while Craig was
snoring away and this time I knew who would be featuring in it - the lad in
the bed 4 feet away from me. My cock was hard in anticipation as to how my
weapon would fill his tight willing hole as I dreamt and he slept later on.

The church bell across the field chimed 1 o'clock and Craig's voice rang
hoarsely across the room "For gawds sake shuddup" he moaned "I'm trying to
sleep and you're gassing on!"

We looked at each other. I shrugged. I was absently rubbing my nipple
through my white t (absent mindedly working up my wank-fest fantasies) and
my new younger friend had his left hand in his lap under his sheet. We were
in the middle of talking about why we didn't do what our respective peer
groups expected of us (why me and Craig hadn't stayed in a 4 star hotel:
why he hadn't gone to a city for the weekend nightlife) when, after a 2
seconds of our faces frozen from Craig's unexpected outburst and wondering
how to finish off our conversation, the sexy lad opposite cocked his long
leg out of his sleeping bag onto the floor and crouched down next to me to
carry on the conversation in whispered tones.

The planked floor was uneven and he lost his balance. He regained it with
his arm flying back onto the floor behind and his knees flew apart. I took
a natural advantage of the opportunity provided. My eyes flew to his
crotch, bulging in loose fitting shorts in a pleasing way that ticked a
lip-licking box in my dirty mind. This was swiftly confirmed when I checked
out his large feet. My eyes followed the springy reddish hair starting
above his ankles and curling like tinder-dry brush up to meet the dark blue
hem of his shorts. And back to the promise of his warm and vibrant loosely
covered genitals. He soon lent forward to get his balance and carried on
conversing in a low whisper.

I too had been taken off balance; his cock had sprung down the right leg of
his shorts and 2 inches was now exposed in the pool of light which formed
from my bed. I was mesmerized by its rough pink head, angled in a gentle
curve to a wide slit waving its randy eye at right me.

I calculated this was an opportunity I had to go for and played on my
slight drunkenness which the young stud had been ribbing me on earlier. I
firmly gazed at his cock while it gently stirred as he wobbled again on his
heels. He saw me looking and, aware of his knowledge, I gently wetted my
lower lip with my tongue. He too looked down, widening his legs out to get
a good look at what I was looking at. He kept his head down and cock out,
and said;

"Looks like we've got another visitor. Do you mind?"

My mouth was open, and dry, my face felt hot, my cock twisted painfully to
snap out the shape it was restricted to under the sheet. I stalled, 2 more
seconds passed and my unknown young friend looked slowly up and smiled at
me. I knew this was the moment. The one you read and dream about but there
was no way it could be miss read let alone be missed. I didnt say anything
at first. Then I pulled back my sheet and whispered

"Better bring him in here to keep warm".

The last words to be spoken that night. And the stud slipped in, lying on
top of me, holding my chin as he looked down at my face.

20 years separated us but we both had identical needs; heat poured from our
hot bodies and urgent breathing rasped the air between us. My hand snaked
up and pulled his shorts down, I saw his dimple one more time as his hand
switched off the bed light and plunged the dorm into darkness. Hot, wet
breath on my face, I relaxed and stuck my tongue up to connect my saliva
with his hot willing skin and licked the place where is dimple spot would
have been.

The Adonis breathed a moan and dropped his head to nuzzle my stubble and
sighed long into the mattress my neck. I nibbled his ear lobe, tasting the
freshness of his body and absorbing the intoxicating aroma of conquering a
stud like this in one easy session. His hands brought my t-shirt over my
head and urgent lips reached my taut nipples. My hand brushed down the
small of his back to his asshole and kneaded the object of my desire. At
the same time my legs opened to get him some room on the narrow concave
mattress. We'd done it, full body contact no comment from across the dorm,
what next?

No need to even think, his hairy bollocks rubbed my raging hard plunge
weapon as wriggled his bum and my forefinger massaged his rose-hole. A
slight moan - we froze - and next I felt hair on my stomach and his tongue
traced down to the patch of precum on my stomach which he immediately
lapped up and dried off with small kisses. I wanted this hot guy and I
wanted him urgently pierced on my cock, one way or another. I was in heaven
with anticipation. I suspect he was too.

He'd been doing all the running so far but I sensed he was attracted to my
relative maturity and so I would take full advantage of the situation we
where in. He was at my crotch, sniffing, licking and nibbling at my sweaty
tool - and there he would stay, I decided, until I was satisfied. And that
meant one thing. My slender seven inch cock sprung away from his sniffing
nostril and I took a thick handful of his blonde hair, raised his head a
second and thrust my raging cock head into his mouth.

He gagged for a second, but my fudging tool was hell bent on tunneling in
to this fine young specimen of sluttish manhood and so I pushed my groin up
and his head down until I felt his wet tongue give way to his constricting
gullet. One hip thrust and I was embedded in this unknown stud's
throat. Wow. I was for sure going to renew my hostel membership next
summer!

He stayed there for what seemed like all weekend but slowly rose to lick
the spongy head and slaver down to my aching balls ascending again the
glistening pole in full wide mouthed mode to engulf my pining wet cock on
the way down once more. This guy was a pro. I was totally pinned down with
his torso on my legs and hands holding my arms down. I lay and looked at
the moonlight catching the metal mesh above me under Craig's former
mattress tantalizing my head with thoughts that my night wanking-dream had
became reality.

The studs action was slow, unremitting and methodical, juicily slavering my
pulsating tool - until my leg muscles tensed, and the bastard pulled off
and rested his head on my thigh waiting for my strutting soldier to subside
its throbbing. He was ruthless in his mercilessness and he drove me to
heights Id never reached before as I kept at virtual ejaculation situation
for what seemed an hour. Eventually he thrust my cock into his gullet once
last time and, with a long sniff of my well-sweaty pubes, he contracted his
throat and allowed my pulsating rod to empty spurt after spurt of white hot
spunk deep into his guts from the top end.

After such a massive build up it was curiously lacking in volume I can only
think that my unknown sucking slut of a bunk mate had extracted so much in
slimy dribblings as he had continually brought me to the brink of a head,
only to encourage me to fall back again and again. And fall back I did, one
last time. My head and been straining up to see this live action porno
movie taking place in my bed with my cock embedded in an unknown hotboy's
hot body and I was exhausted in every sense - not least from having to
maintain silence from my mouth, the stud-sluts mouth and the bed springs.

I'd never slept so well and woke the next morning with a very stiff
piss-hard-on to see the young dimpled fuzzy legged stud slumped asleep in
the bunk across from me. It seemed unreal. Craig had told us to shut up and
I was about to roll over and go to sleep but we spoke a few more
words.... and then spent the next hour in throws of ecstasy as he gave his
self to me and drained me of my cum spunk like a professional whore on her
pimps birthday. There he was now, fast asleep, I felt like a dirty old man
in the dorm, but it didn't stop me from sliding my hand down under his
blanket and feeling his tight arse. That's my next goal, I smirked to
myself, and went to take a piss.

The flushing woke Craig.

"Ok mate, sleep well?"

"Yeah," I smiled, "Like a stud, I said,

"Like a stud?" was his quizzical response,

"You know, I just feel rejuvenated with this fresh air"

"Good, well lets get down to breakfast and off on our hike."

So I pulled my jeans and t-shirt on and dug out some new socks. Threw my
things in the bag and followed Craig downstairs. One backward look at the
butt-beautiful stud - he was fast asleep and wouldn't be up for a long
while yet.

Maybe it wouldn't be his ass my trusty cock would be slamming up next, but
I resolved to take more interest in tussled headed twenty somethings as I
squeezed my cock and I clunked down the stairs, trying to replicate the
feel of his warm urgent throat action as I made off for a tramp in the
wilds.

But that's another story.

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