I first saw Dave when I was bathing on the beach in Devon. He approached me and asked if I’d like to share a bite with him, He had just bought some sandwiches from a local beach vendor, said they were too much for him and would I like to join him. It is funny how one thing can lead to another. I could see he was giving me the eye and felt he was weighing me up for something more than just sharing sandwich. I remembered should I be bothered or what - should I just tell him thanks, mate and be off before anything else developed. Yet he had the kind of stance about him that I must admit attracted me, he was very nice and told me outright he would love to get to know me more - that he was on holiday from Birmingham and would I like to share an evening with him , that he had a very comfortable chalet in a local holiday park and maybe we could share a drink and watch some football or something.

He seemed nice enough. The more we talked the more I realised what I was all about, that it was true, as I had imagined during my school days when Tommy Smith touched me up, that I was prone to feel things about my own sex. He had a well defined bread basket (picked that one up from my elder sister when I overheard her talking to her pal on her mobile, her pal must have asked her what it meant and when she replied Cock it all came together)

The thought of being with this guy did excite me I must admit and it wasn’t long before I was in his very comfy holiday chalet, relaxed on a very comfortable sofa as he made some coffee.

“My name is Mich, short for Michael but I prefer the shorter version, yours?”

“Dave” He replied. Straight to the point after placing my coffee on the table.

We chatted a bit, just about everyday things, nothing much. At first there was an awkward silence but then, placing himself beside me he gently finger walked alone the inside of my thigh, and felt me through my jeans. I sort of shuddered at first. Maybe that is what I expected but now it was happening the anticipation had been fulfilled , he must have seen I was enjoying it because he squeezed more and the feeling was so intense and good.

“You ever been with an older guy before, Dave?” he asked as he continued to massage me through my jeans, my legs spread now, enjoying the moment. I looked up at him looked into his eyes which told me he meant business and then, looking down I realised he was swollen. I guessed he was about 40, about 22 years older than me but I had no qualms at all about that.

“Never been with a guy at all, except maybe when I was a kid at school, but nothing heavy,” I replied.

“Wow! So you are my virgin boy Huh. Now that’s cool. “You’d like to see me wouldn’t you, Dave?”

He lifted his hand from my crotch, it felt stiff and good now, I never thought it would be so enjoyable with another guy. I nodded and felt a flush coming as he quickly removed his jeans portraying his muscular thighs and enormous swell beneath his underpants.

“Up to you now, young man, like to feel it?”

I looked at him, watched the palpitating through his pants. He stood there in