I settled in I wondered why such a young guy would choose to live out here by himself. He was an attractive guy, well spoken and highly educated. I figured there was story there that I would never hear.

I awoke with a thin film of sweat covering my body. The heat from the fire was too much combined with the blankets. I threw the blankets aside and tried to get back to sleep. After an hour of tossing and turning my hand found my cock. Jerking off almost always helps when I can’t sleep. I waited and listened for any sound coming from the room at the back. Not hearing anything I decided to go for it.

I wrapped my hand around my hard dick working the fabric of the sweats up and down my shaft. I tweaked at my nipples, which made my cock grow harder. Soon I had my stuff out in the open, pumping hard and squeezing my sack. I was so into myself I didn’t notice Randy come into the room. A creek from the floor alerted me to his presence. I quickly tried to stuff myself back into the sweats but it was too late. Randy shrugged his shoulders and said not to worry. He walked to the sink, filled a glass with water and turned to face me. His eyes dropped to my still exposed cock. His eyes locked on mine as he came toward me. He knelt down in front of the sofa, his hand reached out and wrapped around my still half hard dick.

It took me a moment to register what was happening. I wanted to tell him to stop but my cock was growing hard with his touch. I was mesmerized by his hand moving up and down my shaft. My eyes met his in a deep stare. I knew he understood. Randy’s other hand found its way to my chest, running his fingers through the thick fur. The touch of his hand as it moved over my body was turning me on. The feeling of being attracted to a man was new to me and I liked it.

I took a good look at him. Randy was in his late twenties, tall and muscular. A classic face with full lips, blue eyes, finished with almost black buzz cut hair. A mat of black hair covered his powerful chest before thinning to a tight line down the middle of his flat stomach. I could see from the tent in his boxers that he was considerably larger than my seven inches.

Randy placed his hands on my thighs and pushed them open. He leaned in, his tongue taking long laps at my balls. He swabbed my nuts with warm spit, moving my sack from side to side. With more pressure his tongue moved over every millimeter of my balls. His tongue was making my cock pulse. Randy’s next move was something I had never before experienced. He took hold of my sack close to the base of my dick, squeezed tight and pulled the bag until my nuts were trying to burst out. That alone almost made me shoot, but then his lips brushed over the tight skin. He rubbed my sack over his lips several times before letting them slide over my balls and encasing them in his hot mouth. He sucked hard while his tongue swirled around. No woman had turned me on like Randy had. No woman had paid so much attention to my balls. I could have cum from Randy working