“No way, needles freak me out, you’d have to tie me down to give me a tattoo,” I answered.
“Do you want to swap phone numbers Sam?” Charlie asked.
“Why?” I replied.
“Oh, OK then, doesn’t matter,” said Charlie, “just thought that if you or I were coming up here we could let each other know, maybe meet up here, safety in numbers and you could show me around, tonight was the furthest I’d been into the woods, I’m still a bit wary of this place. I only live about half an hour from here, sorry if it’s not the done thing, it’s all new to me.”
“Sorry Charlie, that came out wrong, lets swap numbers, no problem,” I said so we did.
Charlie and I sat and talked for a while, he wasn’t a dick or a chav as I’d first thought, he was a really nice bloke who had an amazing cock. Charlie asked, “Have you cum yet Sam?”
“No,” I answered, “I know it sounds odd, but I don’t want to get sucked or wanked off by a bloke so unless my cum is fucked out of me I do it myself when I get home, I didn’t tell him that last time my dad had watched be wank off in front of him.
“I’ve never seen another man cum, well not in real life,” smiled Charlie, I knew what he wanted so why not I thought.
“Come on then mate,” I told him and jumped out of the car and moved around to the back so at least we had a bit of privacy, I would have quite happily wanked off at the front of the car so that all the cruisers driving past would have had a good view, but I don’t think that Charlie was ready for that yet. I pulled my pants off and my cock sprung free, “strip off Charlie,” but he was already nearly naked, just standing there in his work boots and the battering ram of a cock was hard and skinned back.
I stroked my cock, my foreskin rolled back and a drop of precum appeared on my piss slit, Charlie stood behind me and pressed himself against me, his cock resting on my arse, I reached behind me and pulled my arse cheeks open so that his cock was between my cheeks and rubbing against my still relaxed arsehole. He got the hint, and he humped my arse, his cock was still coated in lube and cum so slid up and down easily. He reached around me looking over my shoulder and gently rubbed my nipples, I sighed and wanked faster. It seemed odd but nice to have a mans arms wrapped around me as I wanked, I thrust my arse back on Charlies cock, his head was right by mine and he whispered in my ear, “this is so fucking hot, I’m going to cum again,” and he grunted, and I felt a hot shot of his cum fire out and coat my arse.
That was the trigger that put me over the top, Charlie let loose another two pulses of his cum coating my hole and he squeezed my nipples hard, and I came, firing pulse after pulse of my spunk high into the air, arcs of cum splattering down onto the tarmac of the carpark. I panted hard as I managed another two shots of spunk before Charlie said, “That was so hot, so much spunk.”
He let go of me, I reached around to feel my spunk coated arse cheeks and fuckhole, “that’s what happens when you fuck my arse with that thing,” I pointed as his cock that was still hard, “and bang my prostate,” I told him.
Now I had to do it, I leant towards him and kissed him hard, he responded and kissed back. I pulled away, leant back into the car and picked up his Boss ball bags that I’d used to wipe my face clean of his and the tradies cum. I did the same again, wiping his cum off of my arse and squeezing the last few drops of my cum out of my cock onto them, Charlie laughed, “I need to piss, I always do after I’ve emptied my balls, you need to piss Sam?” I just shook my head; he didn’t know that I was piss shy, I pulled my underwear up.
“I’ll help you though mate, the size of that thing needs a hand,” I said pointing at his almost soft cock, Charlie looked confused until I stood by the side of him, reached out and took hold of his cock, “go on, piss for me.”
Charlie smiled at me and said, “You’re a dirty bastard Sam,” and I felt his cock swell, saw his arse muscles tense and he started pissing, I could feel his piss flowing along his piss tube before erupting out of his piss hole, a long full pressure jet of piss, I pulled his foreskin back to expose his piss slit that was open and couldn’t resist using my fingers to squeeze his cock head so that his piss slit closed up and the jet of piss turned into a spray of piss. “When you’ve quite finished mate I need to finish my piss,” laughed Charlie so I held his cock and used it as a hose, aiming it up into the air and letting the jet of piss arc up and splatter down. Charlie grunted and pushed the final jet of piss out, looked at me and said, “Thanks mate, I needed that.”
“Your welcome Charlie,” I replied, “now put these on, you can’t drive home without your ball bags on, can you?”
“But they’re covered in spunk,” Charlie said.
“Its mostly your spunk so put them on,” I repeated and handed them to him, he held them and carefully put his spunk coated underpants on, pulling them over his arse cheeks grimacing as he felt the cold spunk on his arse. His cock was still hanging out, “here we are mate, let me tuck it in for you,” I said.
“It’s OK Sam, I can do it,” he said, held his cock, aimed it at me and let go another jet of piss aimed right at my white CK briefs soaking them in his hot stream, when he stopped pissing he tucked his cock into his underwear, gave me a big smile, “now I’m a dirty bastard as well, hope to meet up with you again soon Sam, you’ve got my number,” he laughed, picked up his clothes and walked off into the dark.
I had to smile; he was a bastard but a nice bastard. I drove home trying to process what had happened, not the fucking and sucking but that I’d let Charlie kiss me and then kissed him as well, I’d probably never hear from him or see him again anyway, so it really didn’t matter did it?
Dads car was on the drive when I got home, I walked into the kitchen, dad must have heard me come it and shouted, “I’ll have a beer as well please,” so I grabbed two out of the fridge, opened them and walked into the lounge, dad was sitting naked on the sofa, he looked me up and down, I was only wearing my piss soaked underwear, laughed and said, “You use to piss yourself when you were a kid, I thought you’d grown out of it.”
“Oh, ha ha,” I said, “it’s not my piss.”
“Well, that makes it OK then,” dad said, “guess you had a good night, looks like it. Was the tradie there?”
“Yea, it was OK,” I wasn’t going to tell him about kissing a man, “the tradie was there,” I wondered why he asked, “you have a good night?”
“Can’t you tell, look,” dad said and pointed at his cock, it looked like a swollen battered sausage, Dad was stroking it gently, “how’s your hole, guess you took some cock up there tonight?” he asked.
I bent over and dropped my piss soaked underwear to show dad my arsehole, I sighed as dad pushed three fingers in through my pucker, “for fucks sake Sam, it looks like you’ve had a bus parked up there, your holes still open. Did the tradie have anything to do with this?” dad asked.
“Sort of dad,” I told him.