Intruder 3

For many nights after that, if I was on my own in the cottage I would leave the front door unlocked at night in the hope that the intruder may return, but it never happened.

Eventually my Dad’s job meant my parents had to move to London, although we kept the cottage in the Devon countryside as a holiday home and I would often return there on my own for weeks on end during the summer, but still I found no clue about the identity of the mystery intruder. A pity. I should have liked to thank him for introducing me to homosexuality, and changing my life for the better!

One summer holiday I found myself alone at the cottage at a time when a film crew had taken over the nearby village to shoot a TV series. I was working part-time at the local pub to earn a bit of extra cash, and the TV guys had practically taken it over as their unofficial headquarters. The place had never been so busy. The technicians were a great bunch but it was the stars of the programme who naturally attracted the greatest attention.

Peter Adams was one of the biggest names in television and was hardly ever off the screen appearing in a wide range of plays, chat-shows and sit-coms. In his late twenties he had become an A-list sex-symbol and was constantly featuring in the gossip columns with stories about his love life and pictures of him with beautiful girls.

He had taken a room at the pub for the duration of the filming but he didn’t drink much in the bar as every time he did come down he was surrounded by a gang of people.

After closing time one night I found myself alone in the bar with the famous man and we got chatting. I asked why he spent so much time in his room and he said it was because every time he ventured outside he would get besieged by fans, sycophants and hangers-on.
“Sometime being famous comes with a high price, “ he said.

We talked for some time about the draw-backs of fame. He was really easy to chat to with no airs and graces. I began to feel sorry for the guy and found myself suggesting that, if he was looking for somewhere to get away from all those people he could come out to the cottage.
“It’s miles from anywhere, no one ever goes there as it’s so far off the road, “ I said.
“I might just take you up on that,” he said.

Nothing more was said but a couple of days later he came up to me at the bar.
“Is the offer of some time off at your cottage still open?
“Course it is,” I said. “Any time you want”
“How about tomorrow?” he asked “They don’t need me on set for the next couple of days and I don’t really want to spend the time in the pub!”

I gave him details of how to find the place and he went off to his room leaving me reeling at the shock of having a “superstar” coming to visit! As it happens, I didn’t have another shift at the pub until the weekend so I too had a few days off which I had been going to use for exam revision. But I soon dropped that idea.

The following day was another of those glorious warm summer days. Normally if I was at the cottage on my own on such a day I wouldn’t bother with clothes and would wander around naked, confident that no-one would ever see me. But today, with a special visitor due, I settled for shorts and a t-shirt.

I had just come out of the house with a fresh cup of coffee when the actor’s car rolled up in front of the cottage.
“Morning Peter,” I called. “Is it alright to call you Peter?”
“Of course,” he said “Chris isn’t it?”

That was the formalities over! I made him a coffee and we sat chatting in the garden which he was obviously appreciating. I found myself telling him about how I usually go naturist when here on my own and how I regularly go skinny dipping in the lake.
“Don’t let me stop you,” said Peter, but we carried on chatting about other things for what seemed like ages. I opened a bottle of chilled white wine and as the sun rose in the sky I stripped off my t-shirt. Peter took his shirt off too exposing a body which had obviously been well looked after. I found myself staring admiringly at this man, and wishing that he wasn’t such a heterosexual icon.

As the conversation flowed I soon forgot that this man was such a famous actor. He seemed like just another really nice guy ... and a guy who I was beginning to really fancy. There is no doubt that my cock twitched in my shorts as I took in the sight of his well-honed body, trying to catch a glimpse of his crotch when I thought he wasn’t looking.

By the time the second bottle of wine came out and the heat of the day was building, I was losing all inhibitions and somehow the subject came back to skinny dipping in the lake.
“As I said, don’t mind me. Carry on,” he said
“Put it this way,” I said. “If you weren’t here I would definitely be in that lake by now.”

Peter looked at the lake, then back at me. He was thoughtful for a few moments.
“Would it be easier for you if I joined you,” he said with a beaming smile.
“Wow”, I thought, and before he could change his mind I got up to fetch a couple of towels.

Together we walked the 100 yards or so to the edge of the lake and without stopping I dropped my shorts and waded straight into the cool water giving Peter a fine view of my arse which I always thought was a pretty attractive pert arse ... one of my better features!
I was thinking it was amazing that Peter had agreed to the swim and wondering if, despite all his hetero TV image, he was actually a closet gay. God, I hoped he was.

I looked back and could see that he was hesitating, but I think my look must have shamed him into action. He unbuckled his trouser belt and pulled them down with his pants leaving the famous man standing there completely naked, vulnerable and, even better, sporting the start of an erection.

Maybe, just maybe, this man could turn out to be very different to his public image I thought and hoped!
He stood still for a few moments and seemed to be purposely letting me have a long hard look at his body. He could not have missed the fact that my eyes were focussed on his beautiful dick..... 8 maybe 9 inches and cut. He walked very slowly into the water towards me and as he did so he stared straight into my eyes with an unflinching gaze like a man on a mission. It was disconcerting ... but thrilling.

He didn’t change his pace but came right up to me where I stood chest-deep in the water. He stopped walking and we stood face-to-face within inches of each other. Suddenly he put both hands up to grab the side of my head and pulled me towards him pressing his mouth on to mine. I had been taken completely by surprise and for a moment couldn’t react so my mouth stayed firmly closed but it didn’t take long before Peter parted my lips with his tongue and pushed it into me.

We eagerly explored each others’ mouths with a kiss which went on for ever, or perhaps I just wanted it to last forever. Peter’s hands dropped to my buttocks. Mine did the same to him and we pulled each other together so that our cocks were touching under water. We moved our hips so that our cocks rubbed together and they both quickly went from semi-erect to rock hard. I was dying to reach down to take him in my hands. After an age Peter pulled his mouth away from mine.

“Fuck me!!!” I exclaimed almost shouting, still in a state of shock.
“All in good time” said Peter with a wink and with that he flipped backwards into the water in a curving movement which for a brief moment had his wonderful erect cock pointing up like a small totem. He surfaced again and pointed towards a diving platform about 50yards off shore.
“Race you there”, he said and set off before I had a chance to answer.

By the time I got to the platform he had already hauled himself out and was sitting with his legs apart and dangling in the water. He smiled down at me as I pulled myself out of the water making sure I sat close so that our hips and thighs were touching. He muttered something about what a great day he was having and lent back so he was lying flat on the platform with his feet still in the water.

“Wow Peter” I said “That took me by surprise. From everything I’ve seen or read about you I guessed the last thing you’d be interested in would be men.”
“Don’t believe everything you read. Besides, it’s possible to bat for both sides.”

As we talked he stroked my back with a gentle caress and I found myself putting a hand on his thigh lightly squeezing the flesh. Inevitably I moved the hand closer and closer to his cock until I could stroke it’s length as if I was stroking a pet. I moved my hand under it taking it’s weight in my palm. It twitched and grew and I felt a strange sense of power over it feeling I could make that cock do just what I wanted,

I bent down to kiss the head, nibbling and tickling with my lips. I licked all around the glans and paid special attention to that super-sensitive fold of skin just below the meatus or piss hole. I probed that hole with my tongue while, with my hand, I cradled his balls and ran my fingers around his scrotum. Peter just lay back muttering the occasional “ahhhhhh “ and “mmmmmm” and, as I pushed his cock deep into my mouth, an “oh my God”.

I pumped and sucked his cock at the same time as masturbating him with my hand and it wasn’t long before he was at the point of no return. I lifted my mouth of his dick and wanked him fast so that the spurts of sperm landed on his chest. When he had finished I licked around the top of his cock until he asked me to stop because it was so sensitive. I moved up to that small pool of cum on his chest and licked it into my mouth. Then I moved up his body so that my face was above his.

“Open wide”, I said through a mouth full of his sperm. He opened his mouth and I allowed his cum to fall into it so that he could taste his own juices. He took it all, and swallowed.
“Mmmmmm” he said again.

We both rolled onto our stomachs on the platform, basking in the sunshine with bodies touching and each with a hand on the others’ bottom fondling the buttocks in a natural unhurried way. Without realising what I was doing my fingers seemed to make their own way to his crack and I started rimming his anus with my forefinger.
“I think I would like to fuck you Peter,”
“Now that’s an offer I can’t refuse” he laughed. “But perhaps somewhere a bit more comfortable than this”

After a while we sat up, slipped into the water and started swimming slowly back to the shore, soon reaching the shallows where we could stand, the soft slippery clay of the lake bed oozing between our toes.

Right at the water’s edge Peter slipped and ended up lying flat on his stomach in the slimy clay and laughing aloud. He held out his hand for me to pull him up but instead I grabbed it and managed to feign a slip so that I ended up next to him.
I kissed the back of his neck and rolled my body on top of him so that my cock rubbed against his crack. I put an arm around him and gently tweaked his nipple. I moved down to fondle his cock which was pressed into the clay. As I did so his body was pushed deeper into the slime and I could feel it oozing up between the top of his legs, seeping onto my cock as it rubbed against him.

I put a hand down and guided my shaft to the entrance of his hole pressing harder against him.
He spread his legs and slowly my slime covered cock slid into him until I was buried to the base and my balls were rubbing against the cheeks of his arse.

I didn’t move, but just lay there with my cock deep inside him. I felt his muscles contracting and expanding as he milked me; tighten, relax, tighten, relax.
God, what a feeling. Please let it last forever.

Somehow his rectal muscles gripped my cock even harder and he moved his hips up and down so that it felt as if he was milking me with his whole body as I was rapidly being drawn to a climax.
I could hold it no longer and, gasping with delight and relief, I shot my load into him and, when there was no more to cum, I collapsed onto his back again.
We lay there for a few minutes before I slowly withdrew my deflating cock feeling that amazing sensitive thrill as it eased back past his sphincter.

I rolled off his body and lay on my back. He grabbed a handful of the soft clay mud and wiped it over my chest. I grabbed some and smeared it over his stomach grabbing a bit more to thrust onto his penis. Pretty soon we were rolling round in the stuff and becoming covered.
Staggering and sliding to our feet we inspected each other’s body and used more handfuls of mud to cover any patches of skin which still showed through all the time laughing like a couple of kids. It was crazy. It was fun. And God it felt erotic. Special attention was given to covering our cocks and arse and we spent a lot of time rubbing our slippery bodies together, hugging each other close.

We looked like two characters in a horror movie, completely covered in the light brown gunge with only the whites of our eyes showing through.
For quite a long time we just stood there as the warm sun dried the thin film of clay on our bodies but eventually we staggered back into the deeper water and spent the next ten minutes wiping each other down trying to remove it all again. It was the perfect excuse for fondling, groping, probing.

“I need a pee,” said Peter as we carried on rubbing ourselves clean.
I don’t know what made me do it but I grabbed his penis and pulled it towards me.
“Go ahead”, I said.

He looked at me surprised but very soon I felt the warm flow of urine coming from his piss-hole in stark contrast to the chill of the water of the lake. Keeping hold of his cock I directed the stream of piss onto and around my own cock and the feeling was so incredibly erotic that I quickly became hard again.

Still peeing on me, Peter took hold of my shaft firmly jerking his hand up and down and rapidly bringing me to another climax. We both looked down to see the ribbons of creamy white cum making patterns in the water. My knees were shaking with pleasure as he milked the last few drops from me.

Exhausted, we walked naked back to the cottage leaving muddy footprints on the grass as we moved and when we got there it was straight into the shower to remove what remained of the persistent clay. Another excuse for fondling each other so pretty soon our cocks had sprung up and were ready for action again. I fell to my knees and took him in my mouth, gently rubbing my tongue round his cock-end and then moving over his shaft so that it became buried deep in me with the tip touching the back of my throat.

I moved my left arm behind him and, grabbing his buttocks I pulled him towards me so that he seemed to be buried even deeper. I put my other hand up in between his legs and fingered his anus. As I felt him close to cumming I pushed the finger deep into him rubbing his prostate.

He was a heavy cummer and I took the lot straight to the back of my mouth. Peter screamed with pleasure and his whole body shook so that he dropped to his knees. Now we were face to face and once again he grabbed the side of my head, pulled me towards him and pushed his tongue into my mouth which was still filled with his cum.

We kissed long and slow. With my tongue I pressed his cum into his mouth and as our mouths locked together we rolled the salty taste of it around our teeth and cheeks. When we pulled apart we swallowed, each with a beaming smile on the face.
That night we collapsed into my bed, exhausted from the day’s pleasures.

I awoke with the sunlight beaming through the window and the warmth of Peter’s body on my back as we spooned together. The first feeling of the day was his hard cock at by backside and my first movement of the day was to shift my body so that he could enter me easily.
It was a glorious start to a day in which we never bothered with the formality of clothes. Once during the day he commented how wonderful it was to be completely free, away from hangers on and autograph hunters.

“You could always do an autograph for me,” I joked. He paused for a moment then went to the kitchen notice board to take a sheet of paper from the note pad I used for lists. He had his beautiful naked back to me as he bent over the kitchen table and scribbled something before folding the paper in half and pushing it away from him on the table. By that stage I was much more interested in pressing myself against him and sliding my erect-again cock into that welcoming hole. It seemed we just couldn’t keep our hands or bodies off each other,
We kissed, we fondled, we swam naked in the lake again and we fucked more until the time came for the inevitable parting.

Peter had to get back for a meeting with the film crew. For the first time that day he put on his trousers and shirt but as I started to do the same he stopped me
“No need for you to change. I think I want my last sight of you today to be exactly like that.”

So it was that naked, and self-conscious I found myself standing next to him as he slid into the driving seat of his flashy sports car. One last time he stretched out his arm and took me in hand, giving my cock a gentle squeeze before starting the engine and driving off, blowing a kiss as he turned down the lane.

Back indoors I wandered around the cottage aimlessly feeling the place was suddenly very empty. I picked up the folded sheet of paper on the kitchen table:
“For the unforgettable Chris, Much Love from Peter Adams. THANKS LADDIE!”