Long Load

Then Richard said, "You ever go to Cartgate?"

"Where?"

"Cartgate. It's a picnic area on the A303 near Yeovil. There's a gents toilet there that's pretty notorious..."

I shook my head. "No. Can't say I have."

I didn't know why he was asking. Was he trying to lure me into a police trap or something?

But then he said, "I do. Not often. But odd times. When I fancy a change. Know what I mean?"

I turned to him and grinned. "Yeah. I know exactly what you mean."

I looked down at his crotch and saw that he was developing a very impressive bulge from watching the two men on the television.

I said, "You fancy a change now?"

He looked hesitant. "I dunno... my next job's in twenty minutes..."

"You could say you were held up..."

He still looked uncertain. "I can come back at five... maybe a bit earlier."

I shook my head. "Nicola gets in around then. She knows I like to play around with other guys a bit, but I don't think she'd be too happy walking in on us..."

He nodded, clearly disappointed, and then looked at his watch.

After a few seconds thought, clearly being mentally pulled one way and then the other, he said, "Just a quickie, then. Half an hour. If that's okay, mate..."

I nodded and smiled. "Yeah."

Then I stood up and he did the same.

"Better go upstairs," I suggested. "Don't want the neighbours talking..."

And so he followed me up to the spare room.

As he took his overalls off he asked, "Do you like fucking?"

I nodded. "Yeah. It's kind of the best part for me." I unbuttoned my shirt. "What about you?"

"I'm not a big fan of getting fucked, I must admit. I can't get into it. But I love to be the one doing the fucking. If you wanna fuck me, I have to fuck you, okay?"

I was straining in my briefs just listening to him. I nodded again. "Yeah. Whatever you want..."

As he pulled off his shirt, I asked, "Where are you from?"

He unbuckled his belt. "A little village over near Martock. You might not have heard of it. Long Load...?"

I turned to face him, my trousers down to my knees and my cock making a church spire in the front of my pale blue briefs. "Yeah I've heard of it."

I walked over to him and unzipped his jeans. He was wearing a pair of red checked Joe Boxer shorts beneath them. His cock made a fat, thick rod inside them, pointing diagonally upwards towards his left hip.

As I pulled it out through the fly, admittedly with some difficulty, I muttered, "If I'd have seen this, I wouldn't have needed to ask you..."

It wasn't as large as Uncle Paul's had been - Richard's cock was about the same size erect as Uncle Paul's had been at half-mast - but it was still far larger than average.

After pulling his almost hairless balls out through the fly - I love to feel them whacking against my chin when I blow guys off - I fed hungrily on Richard's cock. He moaned his approval and pleasure and held my head to encourage a rapid, forceful rhythm.

In the event, in spite of his earlier insistence that he was staying for a 'quickie', Richard stayed for a couple of hours. I reminded about his next appointment after an hour or so but he said, "Fuck it," and kept doing exactly that to my arse.

After we'd sucked each other's cocks a few times, we undressed entirely and lay naked on the bed together. As we hugged and caressed one another, feeling our cocks intertwining together just as our bodies were, I muttered how good it felt to be with a guy for a change.

Richard nodded and said, "Girls are great, but it's good to be like this too, sometimes. It's so different..."

He was right. It felt wonderful, at least occasionally, to press my chest against another muscular chest; to feel strong arms around my back; to have another cock nuzzle insistently against mine; to cup firm, hard buttocks in my palms. And to smell the familiar but subtly unique smells from another man's body: thick, raw and masculine - totally unlike anything I would experience while having sex with a girl.

I rimmed him deeply and aggressively, masturbating myself as I did so even more furiously than he was. When I'd finished, and was lying back on the bed gulping for air, he said he didn't enjoy doing that to other guys, so he sucked me for a good five minutes while I lay back savouring the strong, pungeant flavours from his arse on my tongue.

Then we broke the mood a little by getting down to the mechanics of condoms and lube. I staggered off to the bathroom to see if I had any left from my last encounter while he fished through his wallet trying to find a couple which he said he knew were in there.

Eventually we found we had five in total and so we put them to good use over the following hour and a half in one of the longest fuck sessions I've ever had with another guy. Richard spent most of his time on top, the preference he'd indicated at the beginning, but offered himself as a willing - albeit uncomfortable - mount for a couple of ten minute sessions in the middle.

We tried each other in every position and every variation that afternoon. Richard found that he preferred it when I was on all fours on the edge of the bed with him standing on the floor behind me; I preferred the two of us standing up, him bending forwards with one foot on the ottoman, me upright behind him gripping his hips as I banged away at him.

But in the end we both came while I was riding his cock, with him lying on his back on the bed. I played with his hairless chest, drawing circles around his nipples, and stroked his tight belly, feeling the grooves of the muscles lying just beneath the surface. He gasped, "I'm gonna cum..." and I increased my rhythm, bouncing up and down on his cock so quickly it would look farcical to anyone watching us.

His balls bobbed around, hitting the cleft of my arse with each slam I made, and his cock swelled to an even larger size inside me. Then he started whimpering as his balls emptied themselves into the condom.

I started masturbating my own cock which had been swaying stiffly around above his chest, expecting his orgasm to subside and for him to want to withdraw. But it didn't and so I kept going, sliding my arse up and down along his length and realising that my own climax was far closer than I had expected.

Even as I started cumming, I could feel his cock still twitching inside me as the last few dribbles of cum oozed from the head. He'd been going for about a minute!

As we cleaned up it became clear that, while we were both comfortable about what we'd just done, neither of us wanted to suggest exchanging phone numbers. I offered him another cup of tea, half-heartedly, and he declined it, unnecessarily reminding me that he had a lot of other jobs to get to.

I happened to notice that the condom he'd been wearing as he'd climaxed was almost brimming with his semen as he went to discard it. I made a joke of it: something like, "Looks like you haven't had sex in a while, mate."

But he just shrugged like he didn't know what I was talking about and muttered, "Last night with my girlfriend... why?"

I said, "Sorry... nothing..." and then I began thinking if maybe I'd spotted another Long Loadian trait.

As we walked back downstairs and I showed him out, I wondered whether lads from Long Load, as well as having long loads, also produce long loads. Unfortunately, I haven't had enough experience of them to know, yet, but when I do, I'll let you know.