cumry

This is a story, my first, about consensual sexual occurrences between two adult males. If this is not your cup of tea, or are too young, what the devil are you doing here! Be gone with you. It is entirely fictitious. Damn

CUMRY

When I was growing up, from the age of 14 to 19, we lived on a large farm
in the Welsh valleys. The farm house stood on a plump hill with views over
the surrounding countryside, encompassing lush fields and thick forests,
with a river meandering slowly through the valley floor. Early summer
mornings would bring a mist that hovered just above the forest canopy below
the hill, before being burned away by the sun. Our nearest neighbour was a
few miles away and life was idyllic.

I was the youngest and only son of 3 children, my sisters Sarah and Helen
were a few years older than me and away at University. I suspect I was an
accident, but I had my parents love and a great amount of freedom. I was
content, but lonely, not really having any close friends in the area. Still
I had my horse, Bronwen and together we would spend long holidays exploring
the many acres of land we owned. My favourite haunt was a meadow that lay
in the heart of the forest, surrounded by dense thickets of bramble and
nettles it was only approachable from the river, which served as an early
warning system as a quite approach was near impossible through the sluggish
water.

On hot summer days I would strip off my clothes and swim in the cold river,
trying to grab the trout that lived there. After I had grown tired of this
I’d then grab my clothes and make my way to the centre of the meadow and
lie down, almost hidden, in the long silky grass to dry off. Bronwen would
graze nearby, the rasp of the grass being pulled up and the steady chewing
was relaxing, the swish of her tail, the bird song and the heat from the
sun was like a potent drug and I would slowly drift into a semi-conscious
stupor. My hand would start creeping downwards, first caressing my nipples,
then my navel, following the hair trail down between my legs, where I would
gently cup and caress my balls, stirring my flaccid cock into action.
Slowly I would caress myself, there never seemed a reason to rush, until I
felt my balls retract and knew that I was going to cum. I would pump harder
and faster, stimulating the engorged head until I felt my hot semen
splatter onto my chest and navel. Exhausted I lay there in a daze, then as
I recovered my senses I’d run and leap back into the river, washing the cum
off me. After I had dried myself I would then climb back into my clothes,
swing onto Bronwen and head back home, tanned, relaxed and sexually sated.

When my Sarah and Helen returned home from university for the holidays life
was fun. The house would be alive with laughter and voices, Mother would
bake huge amounts of food and my sisters would frequently bring back
university girl-friends to stay. Inevitably I was hugged and admired. My
messy dark blond hair, freckles and pale blue eyes were an irresistible
magnet for these guests. I was also quite willowy, tall and slender,
nearly, but not quite, feminine. So I fitted in with these friends and we
got on incredibly well. Obviously I looked forwards to my sisters return
from university. However thing took a more interesting turn during one
summer when Helen telephoned one evening. I didn’t catch much of the
conversation between her and Mum, just Mum saying she would set up the
spare room. I later asked what Helen had wanted and Mum replied that Helen
was bringing her boyfriend Daniel back for a few weeks over the summer.
This was unprecedented, never before had another boy come to stay, and I
was apprehensive and excited. I know that my sisters dated, but never had I
met any of their boyfriends before, let alone one stay over our house. Our
parents were very laid back, but this did not stretch to allowing Helen
letting her boyfriend sleep in the same room. Instead she set up the spare
room, next door to mine.

I watched from an upstairs window when I heard Helens battered Mini pull up
on our gravelled driveway. Dan stepped out of the car and I regarded him
with interest. I was reserving judgement until I met him close up. In the
kitchen Helen shouted at me to come down and meet Dan. I went downstairs
and gave Helen a hug and a quick kiss, then turned to shake Dan’s hand. He
was rather attractive, unusual green eyes, dark brown hair, slim but
athletically built and with a wide disarming grin. I immediately felt
relaxed in his presence, and he shook my hand firmly. Still holding my hand
he stared at me and asked if I was any good at thumb-wars. Sure, I replied,
I’m the maestro! He beat me within seconds, but this had sealed our
fledgling friendship.

“O.K. Helen”, I teased, “He can stay”.

Within a few days we found we had similar taste in music (Blues, Jazz, and
soft-rock bands), Dan was also an accomplished rider and was studying
sports science at the same university as Helen. As an family we would go
down to the river to an old weeping-willow and swim and picnic until late
evening, watching the bats swoop low over the water after insects. A few
days before I had rode Bronwen down to the river when I heard shrieks of
laughter. I dismounted and secured Bronwen to a nearby sapling and made my
way cautiously and quietly along until I rounded a sharp bend.

I saw Helen and Dan playing around in the water, below the willow, whose
trunk extended over the river, providing an ideal seat or diving
platform. Secretly I watched as Dan pulled himself out of the water and
climb along the trunk. I was shocked to see he was naked, his back was to
me. The sunlight that filtered through the tree caught the water running
off him, making him glisten and glow. As I took in his muscular hairy legs
and firm arse cheeks and I felt a familiar tightening in my shorts as I
watched him. His buttocks and calf muscles tensed as he tried to balance on
the tree trunk. He then leapt, pulling his knees up to his chest to make a
`bomb’, splashing Helen and making her giggle even more.

I slowly turned around and made my way back to Bronwen. I mounted her and
quickly made for my meadow, which was a little way down river. I leapt of
Bronwen and lay in the long grass, rubbing my erection through my shorts,
feeling the damp spot of pre-cum just below my navel. Tentatively I slipped
my hand into my short, pulled back the taut fore-skin and masturbated
quickly and almost aggressively before the image I had in my mind of Dan
slipped away. Soon I was arching my back and spurting great wads of cum
into my shorts, feeling it dribble down my stomach, into my pubic hair and
I had to bathe in the river to remove any trace of semen. Luckily my shorts
soon dried in the hot sun.

A few days later Dan asked if I would go riding with him. I readily agreed
and we borrowed Maddock, my mothers horse ( my mother and I were the only
riders in the family). Helen had to go into town for a dentist appointment
so it was my duty to keep Dan entertained. We saddled up and headed down
the valley and through the forest, the cut down to the river and finally
onto my meadow. I dismounted, wanting to share the magic and peace I felt
here with Dan. He was suitably impressed, and we sat chatting in the long
grass about music, studies, everything and anything, occasionally pulling a
piece of grass and chewing the stem, making the seed head flip up and
down. We sat, with our legs stretched out in front of us, leaning back on
our elbows. His shorts had slipped high up his legs, and were bunched
around his crotch, and I was finding it very hard no to stare at him. To
mask my growing arousal I stood up and suggested a swim, to which he
agreed. He got up and then suddenly grabbed me around the waist and lifted
me in the air, running towards the river. Shrieking with laughter I tried
to get away, but he held on tight. At the river edge he went to throw me
in, but as he did I grabbed his T-shirt collar, pulling him in with
me. Soaking wet and fully clothed we tried to duck each other under the
water, wrestling and messing about. I would dive under him and grab his
ankles, pulling him over. After we had burnt off our excess energy I
climbed out and stood there dripping wet.

“You fool Dan, I’m soaked. These will never dry before we get home”,
indicating my dripping shorts and t-shirt.

“Don’t be such a baby. Take your clothes off and wring them out and then
hang them over that tree,” he replied, pointing to a young willow “If we
swim for another half hour or so they should be dry”.

“What, get naked with you in the river? Are you trying to seduce me Mrs
Robinson?” I teased.

“Yeah, that’s right!” He replied with a wolf’s grin, which made my crotch
start to stir gain.

“O.K., but you too, out you get.”

I waited until Dan was out of the water, then turned my back to him as I
quickly stepped out of my sodden clothes. I felt vaguely self-conscious
about my nudity, as whereas Dan was more muscular and quite hairy, I was
slender and almost hairless, just a smattering around my crotch and a fine
trail to my belly button. My leg hairs were very pale, almost not
visible. As Dan was still struggling to get out of his shorts I ran and
jumped back into the river, where I felt more comfortable. I stood there,
with the water up to my chest as I watched Dan finally remove his clothes
and make his way back. I tried not to stare at him as he approached, and it
took a lot of will-power not to gaze at his crotch, where his flaccid penis
swung as he walked. His balls were impressive, hanging lower than the head
of his cock. The pubic hair that surrounded them was soaked and dark from
the water, and water ran in rivulets down his hairy legs. Dan noticed my
distraction and grinned. I felt my own cock start to stir and I turned my
back to Dan and swam to the other side of the river.

“You ever skinny-dipped before?” Dan asked

“Yeah, all the time,” I replied “Just never with anyone else, that’s all”

“You embarrassed?”

“Only for you, now I’ve seen you butt naked” I quipped

Dan laughed out loud at my joke and started to swim towards me. “Prepare
for a severe ducking boy”

“I think I’ve got water in my ears. Please tell me you said ducking, and
not something that sounds similar” I teased.

Dan looked at me intently, then dove under the water. I tried to swim away,
but felt him grab my ankles and lift them up. Upside down under water, with
Dan firmly holding my kicking legs I struggled to get away in vain, then I
had a sudden brain wave. I reached up and grabbed his balls and gave them a
sharp tug. Immediately he let go and shot his hands down to protect his
sack. It was my turn, and I pulled his feet out from under him and then
surfaced for air. I swam around to behind Dan and straddled his shoulders
as he started to rise out of the water. He lifted me out of the water
completely, then threw my over his head, and jumped on top of me, grabbing
me around the chest from behind to stop me getting away. Automatically I
arched my butt into his groin, and was surprised to feel he was almost
erect. Obviously our water wrestling was having an effect on him. Dan let
go of me immediately, and gave me a quizzical look as I turned to face him.

“What?” he said almost accusingly

“Your getting a boner” I replied

“So? Bet you are too” He sounded defensive “and I saw you check me out
earlier”

“No I’m not getting a boner,” I lied “and I wasn’t checking you out either.”

“Liar” he said, as his hand shot out to my now fully erect cock. I jerked
back in surprise, but he held his grip, and pulled me back closer to him by
my dick.

Slowly, tentatively his hand started to stroke up and down my 7 inch
cock. Hesitantly I reached down under the water for him. His hot hard cock
jumped slightly at my touch, and I was shocked at the girth of it. Only
slightly longer than my own tool, just substantially thicker. My other hand
took up the meaty testicles, and I started to manipulate them, rolling them
and tugging on them gently.

“Harder “Dan whispered, staring into my eyes. I pulled with more strength ,
twisting the sacks and caressing them with vigour. Dan reciprocated with
the same intensity. We moved closer together, feeling the heat radiating
from our now touching cocks. Slowly Dan leaned in towards me, until our
mouths touched. His tongue probed mine, slowly parting my lips. Soon we
were hungrily devouring each other, one hand on the others cocks, the other
was wrapped around the neck, pulling ourselves into one.

“Follow me”, I said gently, breaking our contact. I climbed out of the
river, and into the meadow, Dan following me. I lay in the long grass and
beckoned Dan down towards me.

“Look, er, I’ve never…” Dan began

“Me neither, don’t worry. Just relax.” I replied, leaning in to kiss him
gently.

Dan lay on his back, just staring at the sky. I was leaning on my side,
gazing down at him. My hand started to slide down his stomach, over his
throbbing dick and cupped his balls. I pulled gently, then a little more
vigorously, and cautiously I rubbed underneath his sack, between his hole
and his balls. Leaning over him I then commenced flicking my tongue over
his erect nipples, gently teasing them, and finally sucking and nibbling
them.

“Oh yeah, that’s so good” Dan was moaning. “I can’t believe you have never
done this before”

“I’m just assuming you like what I doing” I replied.

“I certainly do” He said.

At this point I slipped my legs over his hips, straddling him, my cock
hovering over his, my balls gently brushing against his twitching member. I
leant in, running my tongue up his chest, savouring his taste and smell, up
under his chin until I reached his mouth, enthusiastically probing his
mouth with mine. Dan reached up and grabbed my head, pulling me in hard,
thrashing my mouth with his tongue.

My hands now were on his chest, caressing his nipples, and slowly tracing
their way down his body. Dan let go and looked at me questioningly, and I
started to slowly move backwards, going in reverse with my tongue, down his
chest, down and around his naval. I stopped and simply stared at his cock,
and then let his engorged cock head slip into my mouth. I felt the heat
from his dick, and I heard Dan moan with pleasure. I swirled my tongue
around the mushroom head, paying attention to the underside, which elicited
the most vigorous moans. I let my mouth expel his organ and licked the top
of the shaft down to the base, where I hungrily engulfed his large meaty
balls. I bathed them with my saliva, I sucked them and licked them and
rolled them in my mouth, and discovered that if I hummed with them in my
mouth Dan would thrust his cock into my face, writhing with pleasure.

“If you keep doing that I’m not going to last long” Dan gasped between
moans.

Heeding his advice I stopped and reluctantly released his sack from my
mouth. I leant back onto my knees, just squatted there staring into his
eyes. For a moment we simply consumed each other with our eyes, desire and
sex tingled like electricity in the warm sun. I leant over him and lowered
myself onto his body, our chests pressed together, our cocks laying side by
side. Gently we kissed, our lips just brushing together. Dan’s hand slipped
over my back, then moved slowly down to my butt, where he started to
massage and squeeze my cheeks, then down between my legs where he gently
stroked just behind my balls. In response I ground my cock against his,
rubbing head to head, and slightly lowered my head to lick and caress his
neck and ears. Dan pulled his hands up and took my hands in his, lifting
them over our heads so we were stretched out in the grass. Quickly he
rolled over, so that he was on top of me. Momentarily he looked slightly
confused, as if he was unsure what to do now he had me in this position. He
got off my body and turned around mounting me, so that he was facing my
throbbing dick. On all fours he leant down over my engorged head and deftly
took it into his mouth. His own member was too far above me to reciprocate,
so I reached up with my hands and commenced caressing his butt cheeks, then
cupping and pulling on his balls, while sliding one finger up and down the
underside of his cock. Precum glistened at its tip, and I lubricated my
finger with this to massage the bulbous heads underside.

“Hey, easy with the teeth Dan, covering them with your lips would be good!”
I gently said as I winched

as Dan started to take my shaft into his mouth..

“Oh, sorry, yeah sure” Dan mumbled, almost incoherently.

The warm wet sensation of Dan’s mouth was amazing, and he soon was taking
my whole length into his mouth, slowly, teasingly drawing off and then
engulfing the whole shaft down to my balls. Over come by these feelings I
lathered my finger up with my saliva and reached up to Dan’s tight butt
hole. I cautiously pressed against him, waiting to see what his reaction
would be. Briefly he stopped sucking my grateful cock, then thrust his arse
hole against my finger before recommencing on my dick. I needed no further
encouragement. Slowly I slipped my finger into his tight hole, little by
little. Dan’s cock jumped a little as I did so, and I watched as his balls
started to retract. Similarly I could feel the deep sensation build up
within myself, my toes curled and I started to thrust into Dan’s
accommodating mouth. I was gently pulling on Dan’s balls, preventing them
from withdrawing, whilst I massaged his tight passage with my finger.

“I’m, uh, I’m going to…” I warned Dan, thinking he would pull off, but
this seemed to energise him into greater things, humming around my shaft
and increasing the speed of his oral massage.

This tipped me over the edge, and I could feel my cum travel from my balls,
my orgasm building more powerful than ever before. White dots flashed in my
eyes, and I was shooting my load into Dan’s mouth, thrusting with each
release, feeling him swallow my semen. Through out this I had continued
working his balls, possibly more vigorously than before…I don’t quite
recall, and I felt him contract around my finger as his warm cum splattered
around my groin, and on his neck and chin.

Exhausted he slumped on top of me, my finger still in his hole. I felt his
cum on my lower body, warm and slippery between us. I leisurely removed my
finger, kissing the inside of his hairy muscular thigh.

For several minutes we simply lay there, in contented silence. The
grasshoppers chirped, the birds sang and the swish and rasp of Bronwen and
Maddock grazing at the end of the meadow lulled us into a very relaxed
state. Dan got off me and turned around, kissing me passionately before
wrapping his arms around me. We lay there for about half an hour before we
started to get too hot in the sun. Devilishly I started to discover Dan’s
ticklish spots, and was soon straddled him, him writhing in an attempt to
stop my tickling, laughing and begging hysterically as I tried to tackle
his ribs. I got off and made a run for the river, Dan in close pursuit. We
spent another hour down in the meadow and river, just talking and kissing,
before we had to head back to the farm.

Except for one night, when there was a tentative knock at my bedroom door
at 2.00a.m, we did not have an opportunity to repeat our liaison again, and
I felt very guilty and also jealous when Helen was with Dan. In front of my
family we got on just as before, but between us ran an undercurrent of
sexual tension that we were afraid people may notice, so we spent less time
with each other, as we had discussed that night in my room.

Not long after Dan and Helen returned to University they split up (I wonder
why), and I regret to this day I never saw him again.

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pappagalli@btopenworld.com.