Date: Wed, 05 Jan 2000 03:37:02 PST
From: Michael S. <oscar_024@hotmail.com>
Subject: STORY: Meeting in the polder

This is a work of FICTION, although it could have happened to a man.
This story involves specific 'homosexual' activity ('a golden 
shower/watersport') between two adult men. Please do not read any further if 
you object in any way to such activity or if you're prohibited (by your age 
or the law!) to read about (this) 'homosexual' activity. But, please note 
that this is a FANTASY, nothing more, nothing less.



Meeting in the 'polder', by Oscar

Author's note: The 'polder' is a typical dutch landscape. It's a drained
piece of water, turned into a pasture for cows or sheep.

Justin told me that he had been picked up by all kinds of men at all kinds 
of places. One day, during a short (water-)break, during one of his 
cycling-tours through the polder, he had been given a lift by a massive, 
middle-aged, mediterranean man.
	Justin stood there along a road, with his back to that road, and was 
pissing against a large tree, when he heard a car stop; and, somewhat later, 
while Justin was still pissing against the large tree, he heard how someone 
closed a car-door. Justin didn't look round, to see who it was. He kept 
looking at his cock, till he had put away his dick in his tight, blue 
sport-shorts. Then, he turned around and stared in the round face of a 
handsome mediterranean man.
	The man had dark-brown eyes, a big nose, a large black moustache and a 
remarkably small mouth, but full, ligth-red lips. He had short, black hair 
and was wearing a short, black leather-jacket, a bordeaux-red polo-shirt, 
dark-grey trousers and black, leather shoes.
	The man didn't say anything. He was just staring at Justin. Justin
didn't say anything too, until the man kept quiet. Then, Justin decided to say 
something, but he didn't no what to say. So, he said: "Good afternoon".
"Good afternoon" said the man, with a heavy, mediterranean accent.
"Do you like the view too?" Justin asked the man, unaware of the ambiguity 
of his question.
"Yes"
"Me too" said Justin, unambiguous. "Do you often come here?"
"No. First time" said the man.
"I see" said Justin "I do often come here, by bike. I love long 
cycling-tours through the polder"
Then, after a short moment of silence, Justin asked: "Where do you come 
from, if I may ask you?
"Haarlem. And you?"
"Me too" said Justin.
"Haarlem, nice town" said the man
"Yes, Haarlem is a nice town" Justin confirmed.
"Well, I think I'm going to take my bike. I have had my break"
Justin walked to his bike.
"Wait" said the man "What's your name?"
"Justin. And yours?"
"Mustafa ... I'm lost in this polder. Do you know the way out of this 
polder?"
"Yes, I do" said Justin.
"Do you want a lift?" Mustafa asked.
"What about my bike?"
"Can in the boot" Mustafa answered.
Justin had to think for a moment.
"All right" he said.
Justin took his bike, pushed it to the back of the old, cream-white 
Mercedes, lifted his bike and laid it down in the boot.
	Somewhat later, he sat next to Mustafa in the Mercedes.
"Okay" said Justin. "The shortest way out of this polder? Let me think".
Mustafa started the car and began to drive.
"I think I know" said Justin. "Follow this road"
Mustafa followed the road till the first crossing. There, he went to the 
left, while Justin had said that they had to go to the right.
	Mustafa didn't listen to Justin, till they were on a small and empty 
parking, near a large, dark wood. There, Mustafa left the car. Justin stayed 
in the car, but after a few minutes he also left the car. He wanted to know 
why they were on this parking.
"Why are we here, Mustafa? What are we going to do here? Didn't you want to 
know the way out of this polder?"
"You've made a mistake" Mustafa answered.
"No, you've made a mistake" said Justin. "You haven't listened to me".
"I have listened to you" said Mustafa.
"Then, why are we here? What are we going to do here?" Justin asked.
"Because I wanted to" Mustafa answered.
"And why, if I may ask?"
"Undress!" said Mustafa.
"What?" Justin was taken by surprise.
"Undress!" Mustafa repeated.
"What?" said Justin, again
"Undress!"
"Forget it" said Justin. "Why should I?"
"Undress!"
Mustafa had become audibly and visibly impatient and he had
approached Justin.
He stood at less than 100 meters from Justin, in front of him. "Okay" said 
Justin. "I'll undress, if you'll undress too, okay?"
"Okay" said Mustafa.
"Okay" said Justin again, and he started to undress.
Justin was quickly naked, because he only wore a white t-shirt, tight, blue 
sport-shorts, white sport-socks and sport-shoes.
Mustafa needed more time, but soon he was naked too. He had a very hairy 
body. He had many hairs on his arms, his legs, his chest, his stomach, and 
around his genitals. Only his back had much less hairs. Mustafa had a big 
dick and a well-filled, low-hanging scrotum.
	Once naked, Justin asked: "Now what?"
"You, on the ground" said an audibly excited Mustafa.
"Then what?" Justin asked.
"You, on the ground" Mustafa repeated, somewhat impatiently.
"Okay" said Justin and laid down on the ground.
"Good" said Mustafa. A few seconds later he stood over Justin's face. Justin 
could see the back of Mustafa's scrotum. Mustafa had a large, hairy scrotum. 
And he had a big, round and hairy ass too.
Justin was getting more and more excited. He didn't know what Mustafa was up 
to. He was kept in suspense.
Then, Mustafa knelt down, till he almost sat on Justin's face. Justin 
smelled the sweat around Mustafa's privy parts and got horny. So horny, that 
he felt inclined to stick his nose between Mustafa's ass-cheeks to inhale 
the sweat-filled air, but he didn't do it.
Somewhat later he felt how Mustafa's right hand closed around his rock-hard 
cock and how Mustafa began to pull at his dick. While Mustafa was pulling, 
he consolidated his hold of the cock. Mustafa squeezed his dick and Justin 
started to pant and to squirm to soften the growing pain in his cock. When 
Justin was about to come, Mustafa let go of his dick. Then Justin felt 
wetness.
	He wanted to see what Mustafa was doing, but Mustafa's genitals deprived 
him of his view. But although Justin
couldn't see what Mustafa was doing, he knew what was happening. He felt a 
warm stream of water on his stomach, running to his privy parts. Mustafa was 
pissing on his stomach. Then, Mustafa grabbed Justin's dick again and, a few 
seconds later, Justin felt the stream of piss on his glans. Mustafa directed 
the stream on his glans. Justin started to pant and to squirm again. It was 
such a hot feeling! Justin felt Mustafa rubbing his glans and his peehole. 
He felt Mustafa squeezing and pulling his right pisshole-lip. Justin felt 
the stream of piss on his peehole. Mustafa tried to piss in his urethra and 
Justin knew Mustafa could succeed, because his peehole was wide enough. In 
the past, one time, he had pushed a flower in his urethra, to surprise his 
lover.
	Now, Justin felt the stream on his navel. Suddenly, Mustafa stood up and 
turned around. He hadn't finished, because he squeezed his cock, to 
interrupt the stream of piss. Mustafa directed his dick on Justin's chest. A 
few seconds later Justin could see the stream of piss, spurting out of 
Mustafa's cock and exploding on his chest. He felt the hard and warm stream 
of piss on his chest and closed his eyes. He had seen enough and wanted to 
enjoy the warm water. Justin grabbed his dick and began to pull. He wanted 
to cum. He felt the stream of piss losing his intensity and he wanted to cum 
while Mustafa was still pissing on him. Then, Justin felt a few drops 
falling on his chest and he knew Mustafa had finished and he hadn't cum yet. 
Justin kept his eyes closed and tried to cum through his favorite phantasy, 
a watersport-phantasy.
	But then he felt a tonque licking his peehole. Mustafa was licking his 
pisshole. He tried to enter his peehole with his tongue. He succeeded, 
because Justin felt the tip of his tongue in his urethra. Justin stopped 
pulling at his dick. He felt how Mustafa's right hand closed around his 
rock-hard cock
and how he began to pull, while he tried to keep his tongue in Justin's 
pisshole. Again, Justin started to pant, to groan and to squirm, overpowered 
by unknown feelings.
	It didn't take long before Justin came like he had never come before. He 
shot and shot and kept shooting his load, and for a moment, it looked as if 
he wouldn't finish anymore, but, finally, he stopped shooting. Justin was 
completely exhausted. He laid on the ground with a drenched chest and 
stomach, while Mustafa started to lick his chest and stomach. Justin felt 
Mustafa's tongue all over his chest and stomach and he was glad that Mustafa 
hadn't listened to him.

To be continued? Only on request!
So, if you want me to continue, if you want to read more stories like this, 
then contact me. Send your comment(s) to: oscar_024@hotmail.com. Thanks!