MEMORIES OF EUROPE

I found myself in England back in the 80's. I was mid-20's and very inexperienced. I met an older guy, but not ancient old, in his late 30s, through friends of people I was staying with. He was friendly and really welcoming. He offered to show me around the town where I was staying. He was in broadcasting, so one day, he picked me up and took me to the radio station where he worked. I watched them do the news, and all of that, and it was pretty interesting. Afterwards, we went, like all Brits, to the pub. We had a few drinks, and talked, but not much more. His name was Richard. He took me back to the loft where I was staying, said goodnight, and that was that.

A few days later, word reached me that Richard had asked if I wanted to take a day trip with him around the area. As soon as I heard that, the idea that he might be interested in me took hold, and I couldn't get it out of my head. I had never been with a guy before, but I considered myself a little curious. And because I was away from home and 24, anything seemed possible.

Richard picked me up. He had brown curly hair with flecks of grey at the side. Well-built, trimmed beard. Brown eyes and attractive and, I think, easy to look at. He smelled great, the way a mature guy should, i thought. I woke up early and wore whatever uncreased t-shirt I had and actually did laundry the night before for the first time in my trip. He told me that I looked fresh-faced and ready to go, which was nice. It made me feel good.

We drove through the lush summer countryside and eventually found a private alcove through the woods into the shoreline and the lake. He laid out a blanket on what amounted to a small strip of sand and uncorked some wine, and brought out sandwiches. We ate, drank and I bummed smokes from him. He made fun of me for that and told me I shouldn't smoke. And then he pulled out some weed and we got high.

I could feel him sitting close to me and if he would have grabbed me or kissed me or something, I wouldn't have cared. But he didn't. Instead, he stood up and asked if I wanted to swim. I told him I didn't have a bathing suit and he reached into his bag and pulled out two towels. He said I could swim in my underwear and go commando on the way home. Or, he said, we could skinny dip because there was no one around, which was true.

I said that would be okay. He stood up and I'll never forget him pulling off his clothes and how he was revealed with each garment removed. He had a hairy chest like a small dark map of the world and lightly hairy legs and and when he got down to his white underwear, I could see he had a nice ass and deep pouch. He was watching me, too, as I got down to my boxers. I could feel my cock get hard-- it's fat and about 7 and a half cut inches-- but wasn't sure whether it would be cool for me to show that, so I sort of turned away. When I looked back, I saw that he'd taken down his underwear, and his fat semi-erect cock was hanging out. He turned and ran and jumped into the water.

I followed him in my boxers. The water was beautiful and warm and we swam out into the lake. He asked me if I liked it and I said I did. He asked me how long it had been since I'd gone skinny dipping and I told him I wasn't skinny-dipping which was true. Then he reached around my waist, and pulled off my boxers. He laughed and told me that I was now. We swam a bit more and then he said he was getting a little cold, and that he was dying for a drink. I said that was cool, and we got out of the water.

Before meeting Richard, I'd never thought much about my cock; whether it was bigger, smaller, fatter, thinner. But I learned so much about my cock that summer and one of the things I learned was that it was bigger than average. Richard showed me that. When we got out and we were getting dried off, he told me to watch swinging "that thing" around (which I didn't think I was). I kind of laughed and was a little embarrassed but he apologized and said he didn't mean anything and that I should be happy because it's what most girls and guys liked. I told him it was fine, and he held his cock and said that while he wasn't that big, he was at least pretty thick, and he'd never had any complaints. Then he asked me if girls ever had a problem sucking my cock because of its length. I told him that no girl had ever really given me a good blowjob before.

He said that was a shame, then laid out two towels and poured two cups of wine. He stayed naked and he looked beautiful to me-- all stretched out, bare chested, relaxing on his back. I had the sudden urge to pee and I told him this. He made fun of me for not going in the lake. Then he pointed to a tree and told me to go there. I did, and when I looked back I could see him looking at me. He smiled and I smiled back and then he reached down and placed his hand on his cock. I had trouble peeing, but after finishing, I turned back to him. I looked down and my cock was bouncing and erect. He was getting hard, too. He told me all was good and that no one would find us here.

I laid down and he told me:

I don't want to do anything you don't want me to do ok?

I was pretty nervous and couldn't really say much. I was almost shaking because I knew what was going to happen next.

He told me to relax and just enjoy myself. He rolled close to me and licked my chest and sharp nipples with his tongue. Then he worked his way down to the head of my cock. He brought his mouth to it and nursed it, sucking me up and down. His hands massaged my legs and thighs. It really didn't take long. I bucked hard and came into his mouth, surprising him by the force of cum, i think.

He spit most of it in the sand. I was totally jolted by the release and my head was swimming. I was panting like a dog. He didn't say anything. He stood up. I noticed his beautiful feet in the sand-- lovely, manicured toes-- with the whole of his body above me. He looked down and told me I was goddamned fucking beautiful and he was stroking really hard. His balls were swinging. Pre-cum was drooling over me and soon he also bucked and spurted everywhere, the cum raining on me.

He laid down next to me and asked me if I felt okay with everything. I told him that I did. We got towelled off again, got dressed, threw the towels in a bin, and drove back into the city. He asked if he could pick me up later to go for a drink. I laughed, got out of the car, and we continued where we left off at his place later that night, and it's how I spent most of the rest of my time that summer.