off his cute man cock.

I asked if he’d enjoyed his game.

He said, "I could see you were."

WHAT!

"You were watching us."

"There’s often pervs on this beach."

“That’s why I come."

“Pardon?”

He reached down and wanked his twink cock and to my surprise ordered me to suck it. I asked his age, as I was concerned he would tell me he was still in school but he was of legal age. There I was with a hot twink, naked in the woods preparing to get on my knees to worship his cock. Before my lips clasped round his head he was face fucking me. Several thrust later, hot twink jizz was working its way down my throat.

He got what he wanted and sped off to the sea.

As I knelt there horny and dazed a voice from behind me said, “So you like twink cock, can you take a man?”

I turned around and there was my rugger jogger with his 7" pulsing cock poking out of his shorts and down his leg.

He stood there as I licked up his leg. My jizz stained lips wrapped over his head. He let out a gasp of delight and closed his eyes, letting me take over. Oh the joy of a hot sweaty crotch!

I pulled down his shorts and briefs then rubbed my face deep in his man musk. I could taste his salty sweat and the sweet morning wank in his pubes. I was horny as hell as I engulfed this guys fuck piston with my mouth. He settles back and let me pleasure his man meat. I reached up with one hand to feel his six-pack and pecs, pinching and prodding his ass hole with the other hand. He bit on his lip as he thrust my head against his pulsing hips. “Oh....” he cried as he shots his hot spunk down my throat. Afterwards he leaned forward, kissed me, and said “thanks.”

Thanks…here I was in the woods left with wood and only me to pleasure my self. I decided to take a piss to settle my cock down and went back to my sun bathing.

I fell asleep on the beach and when I awoke the area was deserted. I wandered back to the train feeling sorry for my self but pleased with my extra protein lunch.

I boarded the train to London and settled in to a seat. I looked at the conductor as I boarded and was disappointed at the old guy who was on duty. As the conductor approached me he asked me for my ticket. He looked at it and said it was not valid for the journey. I needed to go to the steward’s room for an upgrade, as his machine was broken.

I walked through two carriages and came to the room marked Steward. I knocked, opened the door, and walked in. There in the room was the conductor from this morning. He informed me he finished his shift and was hitching a ride back to London. He moved behind me and locked the door.

I enquired about his mate and he offered the response, “I let him use it for his girls!”

He leaned in to me, kissed me, and pushed me hard against the door. His clip-on tie tore off with ease, as did his blue shirt. His chest was hairy and strong. His