Bunking The Stud

I had been driving for over 3 hours, occasionally rubbing my cock as I passed the lorries - having slept in on my day off and was now toiling through in my sleek Beemer though the early tail of the rush hour traffic out of London. I'd left the city and grime of a busy week well behind and hugged the outside lane - as usual allowing no-one to overtake me on the drive to the Welsh border. From the M-roads to the A-roads, then B's and swinging round the tight bends (always on the lookout for hitchers - I read just too much of these story listings) until I got to the stretch of hillside in the Principality where my satnav told me I'd 'arrived'.

Craig was meeting me and he was already there, a bit put-out that he couldn't use his new hi-tech tent as I'd wanted a proper bed following the 2 weeks of torrential rain and gales that had swept this western outpost. I'd only managed to get him to agree to the change as I'd booked us into a youth hostel and it was really cheap -- we were a bit out of place considering we're in our 40's and our motors clearly place us in hotel territory. But we didn't mind, we were on one of our regular visits to get away from our wives and kids, sink a few beers and commune with nature on a long hike. Late notice meant we had to share a dorm room but we've done it before and it's no big deal.

Clonking up the stairs in the old rickety annex meant we arrived in the long dorm stretching across the top of the former barn to find just 2 or 3 of the 12 or so bunk beds occupied. A rangy, sandy-haired lad of about 25 or 26 or so lay stretched on a bed at the far end reading a book by the fading light. I threw my bags on the nearest bunk - well away from the where our younger friend had bunked up -- nevertheless he greeted us with a welcoming smile and 'hello'. I asked him if this bunk was occupied and he said it was free - as was the one he was on - just there to catch the better light, he said with another winning smile and, I noticed, a well-cute kiddish dimple. Craig dumped his bag on the bunk above me, scratched at his balls and promptly headed back down to look for some food - I wandered over to get a better look at the attractive talent, noted his tousled thick hair, gold rimmed glasses and wide lips with astonishingly white teeth.

"That's my friend over there" - he said, pointing out with a toss of his head a previously unnoticed crimpled bedspread with a supine form underneath it, - "he is still sleeping off last night, so I think we'll be having a quiet one in tonight" he continued. Again that smile and dimple.

"Well we won't for sure" I responded - see you later. And we did.

It was midnight when we got back, well drunk ourselves, and staggered to bed. There was a light on in the dorm and my new friend was still reading, but this time in the same alcove as us - on the bottom bunk that was the pair to ours.

"My mate moaned about the reading light on our first night so I'd set up over here - he's asleep now so I can shift back if it annoys you..." Before Craig could respond - with a typically selfish 'yes, I need to sleep',

I got in with "Nah -- It's alright, I'm gonna read for a bit too".

Craig got his complaint in then; "Well I'm gong to get some sleep whatever happens so I'll sod off to the other side and you two can do what you like then!" And he dragged his sleeping bag, banging into the empty bunks as he found a new bed in the dark.

The strangers impish smile again, we had become co conspirators in our simple exchange over my drunken and slightly boorish friends behavior. I stripped down to my CK's and a white T and got in the sack - not before making sure the young stud saw me adjust my cock and weighty balls and gave him a good view of my nice hard buns as I bent over to get in bed. We propped ourselves on our elbows and began talking across the narrow walkway by the light of our bed lights about the day, the news, friends and their problems, while a natural understanding that we saw things the same way passed between us.

I had been looking forward to a furtive wank in the dark while Craig was snoring away and this time I knew who would be featuring in it - the lad in the bed 4 feet away from me. My cock was hard in anticipation as to how my weapon would fill his tight willing hole as I dreamt and he slept later on.

The church bell across the field chimed 1 o'clock and Craig's voice rang hoarsely across the room "For gawds sake shuddup" he moaned "I'm trying to sleep and you're gassing on!"

We looked at each other. I shrugged. I was absently rubbing my nipple through my white t (absentmindedly working up my wank-fest fantasies) and my new younger friend had his left hand in his lap under his sheet. We were in the middle of talking about why we didn't do what our respective peer groups expected of us (why me and Craig hadn't stayed in a 4 star hotel: why he hadn't gone to a city for the weekend nightlife) when, after a 2 seconds of our faces frozen from Craig's unexpected outburst and wondering how to finish off our conversation, the sexy lad opposite cocked his long leg out of his sleeping bag onto the floor and crouched down next to me to carry on the conversation in whispered tones.

The planked floor was uneven and he lost his balance. He regained it with his arm flying back onto the floor behind and his knees flew apart. I took a natural advantage of the opportunity provided. My eyes flew to his crotch, bulging in loose fitting shorts in a pleasing way that ticked a lip-licking box in my dirty mind. This was swiftly confirmed when I checked out his large feet. My eyes followed the springy reddish hair starting above his ankles and curling like tinder-dry brush up to meet the dark blue hem of his shorts. And back to the promise of his warm and vibrant loosely covered genitals. He soon lent forward to get his balance and carried on conversing in a low whisper.

I too had been taken off balance; his cock had sprung down the right leg of his shorts and 2 inches was now exposed in the pool of light which formed from my bed. I was mesmerized by its rough pink head, angled in a gentle curve to a wide slit waving its randy eye at right me.

I calculated this was an opportunity I had to go for and played on my slight drunkenness which the young stud had been ribbing me on earlier. I firmly gazed at his cock while it gently stirred as he wobbled again on his heels. He saw me looking and, aware of his knowledge, I gently wetted my lower lip with my tongue. He too looked down, widening his legs out to get a good look at what I was looking at. He kept his head down and cock out, and said;

"Looks like we've got another visitor. Do you mind?"

My mouth was open, and dry, my face felt hot, my cock twisted painfully to snap out the shape it was restricted to under the sheet. I stalled, 2 more seconds passed and my unknown young friend looked slowly up and smiled at me. I knew this was the moment. The one you read and dream about but there was no way it could be miss read let alone be missed. I didnt say anything at first. Then I pulled back my sheet and whispered

"Better bring him in here to keep warm".

The last words to be spoken that night. And the stud slipped in, lying on top of me, holding my chin as he looked down at my face.

20 years separated us but we both had identical needs; heat poured from our hot bodies and urgent breathing rasped the air between us. My hand snaked up and pulled his shorts down, I saw his dimple one more time as his hand switched off the bed light and plunged the dorm into darkness. Hot, wet breath on my face, I relaxed and stuck my tongue up to connect my saliva with his hot willing skin and licked the place where is dimple spot would have been.

The Adonis breathed a moan and dropped his head to nuzzle my stubble and sighed long into the mattress my neck. I nibbled his ear lobe, tasting the freshness of his body and absorbing the intoxicating aroma of conquering a stud like this in one easy session. His hands brought my t-shirt over my head and urgent lips reached my taut nipples. My hand brushed down the small of his back to his asshole and kneaded the object of my desire. At the same time my legs opened to get him some room on the narrow concave mattress. We'd done it, full body contact no comment from across the dorm, what next?

No need to even think, his hairy bollocks rubbed my raging hard plunge weapon as wriggled his bum and my forefinger massaged his rose-hole. A slight moan - we froze - and next I felt hair on my stomach and his tongue traced down to the patch of precum on my stomach which he immediately lapped up and dried off with small kisses. I wanted this hot guy and I wanted him urgently pierced on my cock, one way or another. I was in heaven with anticipation. I suspect he was too.

He'd been doing all the running so far but I sensed he was attracted to my relative maturity and so I would take full advantage of the situation we where in. He was at my crotch, sniffing, licking and nibbling at my sweaty tool - and there he would stay, I decided, until I was satisfied. And that meant one thing. My slender seven inch cock sprung away from his sniffing nostril and I took a thick handful of his blonde hair, raised his head a second and thrust my raging cock head into his mouth.

He gagged for a second, but my fudging tool was hell bent on tunneling in to this fine young specimen of sluttish manhood and so I pushed my groin up and his head down until I felt his wet tongue give way to his constricting gullet. One hip thrust and I was embedded in this unknown stud's throat. Wow. I was for sure going to renew my hostel membership next summer!

He stayed there for what seemed like all weekend but slowly rose to lick the spongy head and slaver down to my aching balls ascending again the glistening pole in full wide mouthed mode to engulf my pining wet cock on the way down once more. This guy was a pro. I was totally pinned down with his torso on my legs and hands holding my arms down. I lay and looked at the moonlight catching the metal mesh above me under Craig's former mattress tantalizing my head with thoughts that my night wanking-dream had became reality.

The studs action was slow, unremitting and methodical, juicily slavering my pulsating tool - until my leg muscles tensed, and the bastard pulled off and rested his head on my thigh waiting for my strutting soldier to subside its throbbing. He was ruthless in his mercilessness and he drove me to heights Id never reached before as I kept at virtual ejaculation situation for what seemed an hour. Eventually he thrust my cock into his gullet once last time and, with a long sniff of my well-sweaty pubes, he contracted his throat and allowed my pulsating rod to empty spurt after spurt of white hot spunk deep into his guts from the top end.

After such a massive build up it was curiously lacking in volume I can only think that my unknown sucking slut of a bunk mate had extracted so much in slimy dribblings as he had continually brought me to the brink of a head, only to encourage me to fall back again and again. And fall back I did, one last time. My head and been straining up to see this live action porno movie taking place in my bed with my cock embedded in an unknown hotboy's hot body and I was exhausted in every sense - not least from having to maintain silence from my mouth, the stud-sluts mouth and the bed springs.

I'd never slept so well and woke the next morning with a very stiff piss-hard-on to see the young dimpled fuzzy legged stud slumped asleep in the bunk across from me. It seemed unreal. Craig had told us to shut up and I was about to roll over and go to sleep but we spoke a few more words.... and then spent the next hour in throws of ecstasy as he gave his self to me and drained me of my cum spunk like a professional whore on her pimps birthday. There he was now, fast asleep, I felt like a dirty old man in the dorm, but it didn't stop me from sliding my hand down under his blanket and feeling his tight arse. That's my next goal, I smirked to myself, and went to take a piss.

The flushing woke Craig.

"Ok mate, sleep well?"

"Yeah," I smiled, "Like a stud, I said,

"Like a stud?" was his quizzical response,

"You know, I just feel rejuvenated with this fresh air"

"Good, well lets get down to breakfast and off on our hike."

So I pulled my jeans and t-shirt on and dug out some new socks. Threw my things in the bag and followed Craig downstairs. One backward look at the butt-beautiful stud - he was fast asleep and wouldn't be up for a long while yet.

Maybe it wouldn't be his ass my trusty cock would be slamming up next, but I resolved to take more interest in tussled headed twenty somethings as I squeezed my cock and I clunked down the stairs, trying to replicate the feel of his warm urgent throat action as I made off for a tramp in the wilds.

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written by byker