What I had wanted from Tony was a commitment. I was
looking for a relationship based on trust and love. I was
searching for stability and thought I had found it. Then,
after nearly two years together, Tony packed his things and
moved out. His decision came without warning, without
reason. It was just... .over.

I needed to get away. Away from the city. Away from
the surroundings that were a constant reminder of my
heartache. As a boy I had adored our family outings to the
country. The quiet of nature had allowed me to clear my
mind of my adolescent worries and focus on matters of genuine
importance.

I arranged for a leave of absence from work and rented a
small house in the country for the summer.

Upon my arrival the landlord, a ruggedly handsome man in
his mid-forties, gave me a brief tour. He asked if I liked
to fish. I had never done much fishing, but was certainly
willing to give it a go. He told me about an old abandon
stone quarry near the property and even set me up with some
of his fishing gear.

I spent the first couple of days just getting settled
into my new surroundings. On the morning of the third day I
decided to try my hand at fishing. At a leisurely pace, I
ambled through the wooded area behind the house, enjoying its
sweet fragrance.

Soon I reached the old quarry. The sight of the
sheared, gray rock and crystal clear water was breathtakingly
beautiful. I felt an excitement I hadn't experienced since I
was a boy.

I came out of the woods and followed the narrow, rocky
path that led down to the water. My sights were set on the
huge willow tree which loomed out of the morning mist still
hanging over the water. The perfumed scent of wild-flowers
filled the air. The calm was staggering. The only sounds I
could hear were the playful chirping of birds and the
whispering of the breeze as it gently caressed the tree tops.

A shroud of disappointment swept over me as I neared the
willow and saw a young man perched upon a slab of stone,
occupying the spot I had selected. I considered going back
to the house, but there was something intriguing about the
young man. Something that held me captive. To avoid
detection, I crouched down in the tall, damp grass and
watched him.

His fishing pole sat propped against a rock, but he paid
no attention to the bobber floating on the rippling water. I
held my breath as he looked back over his shoulder and I got
a good look at his handsome, boyish features. I knew when he
pulled off his shirt, he had not seen me.

Confident he was alone, his fingers anxiously pulled
open the front of his baggy, denim shorts. Slowly he pushed
his shorts down over his long, slender legs, exposing skin so
smooth and tan it made my mouth water.

The angle from which I watched him didn't give my eyes
access to his youthful cock, but I didn't have to see it to
know it was being stroked with vigor. I was reminded just
how much I missed feeling the touch of another man.

He moaned softly. An excited bead of sweat streamed
down my brow, the swelling of my manly flesh crushed against
my aching balls. With his head tilted back and his eyes
closed, he panted rapidly, whimpering an erotic tale for my
amusement. Groans of ecstasy told me what I could not see.
He was cumming and I was missing the sweltering spectacle.

Frustrated and horny, I waited until he had dressed
before I approached him. Surprised, he turned around and
observed me suspiciously. There was a slight look of guilt
on his handsome face. He was no doubt worried that I had
witness his act of sexual self indulgence. With all the
grace of a bull moose in heat, I had invaded his privacy.

I immediately took not of a gooey strand of ivory cock
juice still oozing down the face of the rock where he had
been sitting. He knew exactly what I was staring at and
brought his legs down to hide his spent wad of evaporating
jism.

"Beautiful day," I remarked, checking out his well-packed
basket as I extended my hand. "I'm Jack." With a marginal
degree of caution, he shook my hand with a firm grip. The
same grip, the same hand, which just moments ago had been
wrapped around his erupting cock-meat.

"I'm Tim."

"Well Tim, I'm new to the area, but the guy I'm renting
from says this is a good place to fish."

"That guy would be my Dad," said Tim. "And he's right.
There's some big fish in this quarry." I nodded like I gave
a shit. "They don't seem to be very hungry this morning,
though."

I noticed his wandering eyes falling to inspect the
throbbing cylinder of hard cock stretching half way down the
inside of my leg. The fish may not have been hungry, but
judging from the expression on Tim's face, he sure as hell was.
He was starving for something long and hard, something hot
and juicy. And I had just the thing to satisfy his manly
appetite!

Since he had dibs on the spot, I thought it was only
fitting to ask his permission to stay. "Do you mind a little
company?"

Tim looked me up and down like I was a side of beef.
"Not at all. There's plenty of room for two." I baited my
hook and haphazardly cast my line out into the quarry.

Sitting down on the ground, I tried to make myself
comfortable as I looked back at Tim perched above me on his
rock. My poor swollen balls nearly exploded when I caught
sight of his huge cock head peeking out menacingly from
beneath the leg of his shorts. "You saw me earlier, didn't
you, Jack? You saw me beating my meat?"

"I didn't see as much as I would have liked."

"I'll bet watching me is what gave you that big hard-
on."

"That would be a safe bet," I confirmed, reaching down
to give my tormented organ a gentle squeeze. Tim licked his
full pink lips as he stepped down from his rock.

"I want to see your cock." His tone was almost
commanding.

In response, I unfastened the front of my pants and slid
them down over my ass. Most men who saw my thick, ten -
inch cock were envious and Tim was no exception. His eyes filled with
excitement when as my raging slab of meat reared up, slapping against
my belly.

Tim's mouth dropped open as he continued to gawk
passionately at my throbbing monster dick. He was nearly
beside himself with eager anticipation. He wanted my cock in
the worst way and I was inclined to oblige him.

I stood up and took off my pants. Tim was elated,
panting feverishly as he pinched a gob of sticky pre-cum from
the head of his twitching cock. "You're not only big, you're
uncut too."

In a flash my adorable young admirer was out of his
cloths and standing before me naked and trembling with lust.
It was difficult to say who was seducing whom. Tim was
young, I guessed him to be between eighteen and twenty, but he
knew exactly what he wanted of me and wasn't the least bit shy about
expressing his sexual cravings. Literally tearing open the front of my
shirt he devoured my aroused nipples. He sucked and slurped on my
tingling tits as the mid-morning sun beat down on our naked flesh.
Tim's hot tongue cut a slippery path down my hairy belly to
my generous mound of dense cock fur. He gasped and grunted
with a passionate fury, unlike any I'd ever experienced. I
couldn't believe at thirty-five I was being man-handled by
this hot young kid.

I looked down just as the head of my cock disappeared
between Tim's greedy lips. The intense heat generated by his
slobbering mouth nearly sent me over the edge. I let out a
loud moan as he pushed the tip of his tongue into my juicy
piss-hole. His sharp, gleaming teeth nibbled affectionately
on my thick fold of foreskin and I was in heaven.

Tim's smooth shaven cheeks puffed wearily as he gulped
down the entire length of my heavy cock. With the calculated
precision of an expert cock sucker, he brought me to the very
brink of shooting my wad before releasing my pulsating shaft.
In hardly the time it took to blink, he had straddled my
heaving chest, waving his slender, seven-inch organ in my
face. "Lick it," he commanded. "Lick the head of my dick."

I rose up, resting back on my elbows, and smothered his
plump, purple knob with my spit. "Yeah, that's it." cooed
Tim as he gently rocked back and forth. "That feels good.
Real good. You've got a great fucking mouth."

I found the salty spice of his manly young flesh to be
quite tasty. I drew the head of his cock into my mouth,
locking my lips firmly around the neck of his bulbous crest.
My lashing tongue was immediately doused with a huge glob of sticky
ooze. I was now drunk with desire. The tangy zest of
his creamy pre-cum reminded me of my past.

His splendid cock rekindled a flame, now burning hotter
and hotter, that had been extinguished with the surrendering
of my youth. My God, I was on fire! I hadn't felt this
alive in years.

Tim locked his fingers together behind my head, pulling
my face deeper into his sweaty crotch. With a crushing
force, his steely ramrod smashed brutally against the back of
my throat.

Drool leaked from the corners of my mouth and dripped
from my chin as he savagely fucked my soft, wet lips. Tim
panted and hissed louder and louder with each thrust.

"Take it all," he wailed, cramming the entire length of
his slippery, satin-skinned shaft down my tortured throat.
"Suck it! Yeah, suck my juicy cock!"

Suddenly, without warning, he yanked his cock from my
mouth. He had face-fucked me so hard and deep, I needed a
brief reprieve just to catch my breath. But the lull in the
action was short-lived. Holding his stiff, hammering cock
against his belly, Tim shoved his huge, down-covered balls
into my mouth. His velvety nuts were so swollen, so laden
with the succulent nectar of his youthful passion, I was
barely able to accommodate them both at once.

My jaws ached as I tongued the sweat from his silky
ball-sac. With his free hand, Tim reached around and worked
my tight foreskin up and down over the crown of my rigid
meat.

"God, I love uncut dick," he murmured softly. "I want
it up my ass. How about it, Jack? You want to fuck my tight
little butt?"

I could think of nothing I wanted more, but I hadn't
exactly come to the quarry prepared for sex. "I hope you
have a rubber?"

Tim reached for his shorts. "I never leave home without
one."

Still straddling my chest, Tim had turned so that his
smooth white ass was in my face. "You're really big," said
Tim. "You're going to have to loosen me up a little." He
reached around and spread open his fleshy round butt-cheeks.
A dense blanket of coarse hair traversed the length of his
exposed crevice. His delicate, plum-colored pucker flexed
ruttishly, begging for the immediate attention of my hot,
slippery tongue. "Lick my asshole, Jack. Make it warm and
wet."

I buried my face between his twin, ivory mounds and
rammed my tongue all the way up his tight, steamy butthole.
Tim gasped with delight as my slippery tongue invaded him.

"Oh yeah, eat my ass. Fuck my butt with that long hot
tongue of yours. Just imagine how good it's going to feel
when you stick your big cock inside me."

I tongued his wrinkled anal passage until it was well
lubricated with spit. Then, Tim unrolled the condom down my
lengthy tool and gracefully turned, lowering his firm ass
onto my piercing tool. His muscular thighs grew tense, the
veins in his forehead and neck stood out as the massive head
of my twitching cock split a path into his quivering hole. He yelped
in blissful agony as his trembling body struggled to accommodate
my fat invader. "Damn, you're so fucking big, it feels like you're
splitting me in two!"

His fingers tightened in my chest hair as his amazing
ass slowly sank and finally came to rest on my thighs.
"That's better," he whispered with a trembling sigh. "Now we
can get down to some serious fucking."

Tim ground the cheeks of his ass against the root of my
cock until I thought I would go crazy. It was like being
inside a furnace, hot and soft, slick with butt slime and
spit. With his knees clamped securely to my hips he rode me
with a vengeance. "You like my tight ass don't you, Jack?
God, it feels so good. Fuck me, man! Fuck me hard!"

Tim seized his free, wagging cock and began stroking it
feverishly. Look at my dick, Jack. Remember how good it
tasted? There's nothing quite like the flavor of a big juicy
cock. Nothing else even comes close to tasting so good."

Overwhelmed by his immense sexual energy, I could only
nod in response. "I can't hold back much longer, Jack. My
nuts feel like they're going to pop. I hope you don't mind
if I cam on your face? I really get off on shooting my wad
in a guy's face."

My heart raced as my hairy ball-sac tightened around its
ripened fruit. A savage thirst for gratification parched my
soul. The strain to resist the inevitable became too much to
bear. Tim tightened his powerful ass-ring and my cock heaved
with the ecstasy of a climax.

"Yeah. That's it. Cum in my butt!" Tim grunted,
slamming his ass down against my thighs to drive my erupting
cock deeper into the simmering depths of his steamy hole.

Tim waited until my cock had ceased its orgasmic
twitching before rising himself to cum in my face. "God, I
feel so empty," he whined. "Finger fuck me, Jack. Stick a
finger up my ass while I cum."

I reached back between his gaping thighs and filled his
reamed hole with a finger. He howled with delight as I
persistently stroked his boiling fuck bud with the tip of my
thick digit. "I'm gonna cum, Jack. Oh Christ, yes! I'm
cumming!

Tim whimpered and sobbed as he spewed strand after
strand of hot stringy jism across my face. I thought he
would never stop cumming. Each time I looked at his spurting
cock, his pisshole was ejecting yet another wad of slick,
creamy spunk. Semen oozed down my face and dripped from my
nose and chin. While still yanking the final remains of
ivory cream from his throbbing cock, Tim leaned down and
licked my face clean. He didn't stop until his greedy tongue
had consumed every drop of his spent seed.

We spent the rest of the morning lying naked together
under the big willow tree at the edge of the quarry. I
hadn't been here a week and I was already feeling much
better. I knew a trip to the country was all I needed.