Country boy

I've got a sore throat. For all the right reasons.

Down on the waterfront on Sunday there were hot guys out running or joining the crowd at the market. But no action in the toilets. Ditto out at the beach.

Late in the day I went down to the sauna. After the last time I didn't have great expectations. But the first guy I saw after I changed looked familiar. A few weeks earlier I had sucked his dick for a few minutes in the steam room. I followed him down to the maze and asked if he wanted me to suck him again. Yes he did. We went back to find an empty room.

Let me tell you a bit about him. The first time I encountered him we hadn't talked at all, partly because I had my mouth full the whole time. In the cubicle this time he was talkative. He was from a country town over the other side of the range. He's a big guy, muscled as if he uses his body for a living, though he's got a little gut. And he's hot: he has a couple of tats, looks and talks like a straight boy. And did I mention ... that he has a really big dick? A really big fat uncut dick that gets real hard and stays that way.

So we drop our towels, he lies back on the squab and I bend down and work my tongue under his foreskin. He hardens up. I take his dick into my mouth and push it as far as I can down my throat. His dick curves upwards. That plus the thickness plus the hardness plus the fact I'm coming at him from the front means I can't get him all the way down the throat. But he's happy. He says he really likes the sensation when I push the head of his dick against the back of my throat.

We carry on like this a few minutes while our hands roam over each other's bodies. he chats away. He's curious about other guys I've played with and other places I have played, especially some of my adventures in the park. He has great big hairy balls underneath his big dick. I roll them around in my mouth and then go back to sucking his dick.

I tell him that if he really wants to get his dick down my throat we'll need to change position. He stands up behind me while I lie on my back and put my head back over the end of the squab. He slides his dick into my mouth and pushes down. Faaarck! I get him most of the way down but I'm struggling against the gag reflex, not helped by the fact that it's only a few hours since I ate lunch. I pull off for a breather and then try again. He pushes down once more, holds it there. He's loving it. I'm struggling not to throw up but hugely turned on. I pull off him once again but lift my head so I can lick his crack and his balls and stick my tongue in his hole. Earlier I wasn't that hard. Now with him blocking my throat with his dick and then with the taste of his arse my dick is standing up hard. I go back down to deep throat him again. He is in heaven. I guess he doesn't get enough of this.

Eventually I call a break - I'm finding it hard to avoid vomiting. He's happy. I want more. I ask if he wants to fuck me. Yeah sure but he wants to use a rubber. Well I figure it's that or nothing so I pass him a condom. He fucks me doggy style. It's a great sensation. He does it slow and does it fast and then bangs me hard. He has all the assets. It's still not one of the all-time great fucks: he's not that imaginative and in spite of his size and hardness he doesn't manage to deliver that last inch - the extra bit of length that makes you want to shout. But he's big, rough and friendly. He likes it when I reach under and play with his hairy balls as they bang against my arse. I love it.

He eventually pulls out and settles himself on the mattress. I pull the rubber off him and get back to sucking him. With the deep throating earlier on my mouth is good and slimy and I can use my hand as well as my mouth. He's lying back moaning in pleasure. A couple of minutes more and he warns me he's going to unload. His dick swells up even more and then all of a sudden I have a mouth full of jizz. I suck him gently for half a minute while I swallow his load, then I pull off.

He's still all chatty and friendly. Asks how old I am. He thinks I'm in my twenties. I tell him he must have really bad eyes. But he likes my body and thinks I'm a great fuck. You're welcome bud. He says he doesn't do internet hook-ups but I guess there's a good chance we'll meet up again some time at the sauna. I figure he'd be game for another round. He's had a good time. I told him about the times I got fucked raw in the park. It doesn't seem to faze him but I don't get the sense that he's turned on by the idea. We'll see.

So what else can I report? This morning on the way to work I passed the red head walking in the opposite direction. I often see him there around that time - I guess he comes in on the train. He always looks good: tall and real lean, the red hair and freckles. He doesn't acknowledge me, just looks straight ahead. But he knows that I'm thinking about his slutty arse and wanting to drop a load inside him.

Meantime I've been to the clinic for my six-monthly check. This time the doctor was frowning about me barebacking - says he's seeing a real increase in the number of guys being diagnosed. That was Friday, I haven't heard back so I guess that means I'm clear, for the time being. That's a relief: I've been taking more risks in the last few months but I really don't want to end up getting pozzed. Yeah I know, I can't have it both ways.