An Island Mentally....works for me!!!

So here we go with this post again. 2nd effort after the first one disappeared!!

So, it was about a month ago now, I was on a work trip to a British island. It's not a huge island and is known for the residents having an 'island mentally' along with all the paranoia that comes with it. Everyone knows everyone else's business...or thinks they do. It seems as though everyone is terrified of anyone else finding out any 'dirty little secrets'.

So, all the gay hook up sites (and probably straight ones too), are full of blank profiles with no info about the person behind it. When contact is made with anyone, all they're interested in is more pictures of you, primarily to make sure they DON'T know you ...or more to the point, you don't know them.

Depending what mood I'm in, in those situations, I'll refuse to supply any further pics until they supply ANYTHING. In many cases, that enough to put them off as it makes me far too suspect!!

Honestly. It's like going back 50 years! The ones who are more open are either visitors, or non native residents. So, being a 'new boy in town' with profiles containing pictures and words (whoop whoop!), I did get a fair few messages.

Needless to say, I didn't feel I was a match with quite a few, for one reason or another, however, one engaged in very straightforward conversation.

In short, he told me he was in the building trade, working not far away. (There was a large building site just 150 metres away. I wondered if he was there!!).

He explained that he'd not had much experience with men and wanted to try new stuff.

The conversation went along in such a way that I did think he was a time waster, One of those that make it all sound too good and too easy...but reserved enough enthusiasm to JUST about make them credible. Possibly!

He said he wanted to 'Try it all'. Well, don't they all when just chatting!

The thing was, he said he could come over anytime to suit me, so I considered nothing was to be lost by asking him over for an hours time. I was still in bed and in no 'state' to be be prepared for helping him 'Try it all'.

There were a couple of other hopeful's on line, so I thought that even if he doesn't show, chances are I would soon be able to arrange something with someone else.

I dragged myself out of bed (it was 10am!!!!) and started to get ready for a potential visitor. I was still having doubts about him, but held enough confidence to bother making some effort. I was quite feeling quite casual about it, but periodically checked my phone for further messages.

It was about 30 mins after our last message, when I asked him to let me know he was on his way.

''Leaving now. 20 mins. What room number?'

I replied, asking him to message when he arrived at the hotel as a key card was needed to access the lifts (elevators).

He didn't pick up the message. Judging by usual patterns, either that's the last I'd hear from him, OR he was in his car, on his way (I'd established he wasn't at the building site across the car park). I tidied up a bit and got dressed, so I was ready to go meet him if need be.

About 15 mins later, I got the next massage.

'I'm here. Keys only needed at night!

I'd not worked that one out in the short time I'd stayed, but obviously it wan't his first time visiting someone in the hotel.

I asked where he is.

'Car park. Black pick up"

Sure enough, there was a black pick up parked in one of the spaces and I could see in to it well enough to see there was someone sitting in it.

So he was for real!! I sent him the room number and watched as he climbed out of his vehicle and took meaningful strides toward the main entrance. His profile mentioned the fact that he was a big man, which appeared quite obvious now.

Only moments later there was a knock at the door, which I opened, to see him filling the doorway. About 6ft4 (1.93m) with a tradesman's build, with medium length, untidy salt and pepper hair, In fact his overall look was a bit untidy, however, he probably rolled out of bed, on to the building site, and then came on to me, so it would have been something of a surprise to see him dressed up!

Unshaven, he was wearing those camel coloured work trousers with big pockets, heavy duty boots and fleece top.

As he came through the door, I apologised for not knowing about the night-time only need for keys in the lift and wryly suggested it wasn't the first time he'd visited someones room.

He laughed and told me in one of the more distinctive northern accents (not not an island native) that he's done some work at the hotel before.

He walked over to the window, pulled back the net covering and asked if that where I thought he might be. I then expected him to close them again...but instead, opened them a bit more. Although unlikely, it is possible that hotel guest from, another part of the hotel could see in to the room.

'You're not shy then?' I asked, indicating the unobstructed view through the window.

'Me? Fook nor. Turns me on thinkin' someone might be watchin"

'Do you mind a camera?" I hadn't broached that subject for a number of reasons, not least the fact that I wasn't convinced he was genuine, and how quickly it all happened.

"Nor! I dorn't mind! You've got some crackin' pictures".

He was in the process of removing his boots as he started chatting away, reiterating, quite factually, that he's not really had much experience with men, having never kissed or done anything anal apart from BEING rimmed, but wants to get properly into swinging.

His straightforward, matter of fact manner combined with his self confidence, was quite refreshing. His profile said something about being dominating. That wasn't hard to imagine. Boots off, he went into the bathroom, The door was open, but I left him to it.

In the meanwhile, opened my laptop on the desk, and set the video running. Unusually, I was still dressed but he did say something in our on line chat, about him wanted me to undress him. I'm not sure if that was meant to be with me naked or not, but either way, that plan went out of the window when he appeared from the bathroom, totally naked!!

He's no Slim Jim, but the extra bit of weight he has, he carries well because of his overall size. Now, walking across the end of my bad, totally naked, while I was still clothed, he didn't look exactly nervous, but it was like he was uncertain as to what to do. It was only fleeting, as I commented on the meaty phallus swinging about. It was hefty, heavy looking. I can't say I really noticed his balls at that point, but pubes were pretty much in tact. Naturally not thick or bushy. His cock was still soft though, so I reached out as he passed, used it to guide him to the side of the bed, where I immediately engulfed the plump, uncut, spongy appendage in my eager mouth

It didn't take long before it was an engorged ramrod. A nice one, at that. Possibly 8 inches (21cm) with a healthy girth. It was something of a relief actually, because based on the size when soft, it COULD have grown in to a monster. However, he's more of a 'show'er" than a grower, so, much as it did grow, it wasn't as eye watering as it might have been.

He soon got into the swing of things. Initially, he stood with hands on hips while I worked him up to a full rampant erection, but once hard, he was already grunting, and with his hands on my head, took to fucking my face. There was nothing gentle about him and I think the only thing holding him back a bit, was his lack of experience with men.

While I came up for air and we were physically detached from each other, I took his meatus in my hand, kneeled on the bed, while he groped me through my shorts, and kissed him full on. Although I had asked him about kissing (often the last bastion of sexual participation of exploring men) and even though he'd said he wanted to '...try it all', I think he was a little taken a back at the speed at which it happened. He reciprocated with some effort, but perhaps it was because he didn't have time to think about it.

His stubbled chin was sandpaper like, feeling rough against my skin as our faces were pressed together. Somehow, the sandpaper sensation fitted expectations. Not unpleasant, but rough round the edges and manly.

I was quite surprised at how long he kissed with me, with some effort and passion, though I appreciate it was his horniness, and no 'passion' for me, as such.

Eventually, I got to my feet, standing on the bed, as he remained standing on the floor, my tent like shorts protruding towards his face. I waited for him to take some action, which didn't take long. Grabbing both sides of my shorts, he swiftly pulled then to my knees, exposing my fully engorged cock, which was pulled down with my shorts before flicking back up to face him. As I let the shorts drop to my feet, I stepped out and kicked them aside while he took a strong grip of the penis now in front of him, and stared to wank me. He did look mildly curious about my dick as he worked it, like he'd never seen one close up before.

I let him look for a short while, then place my hand on his head and pushed him down. I can't knock his willingness...but he closed his lips round my hard on and then shook his head about like holding a mouthful of mouthwash! It was a bit strange, I thought. It didn't last long, so I took the initiative to hold his head still, and fuck his fuck. That worked better, but again didn't last too long before he unimpaled his face from my erection and looked at it again while stroking it.

I'm not sure if he just wasn't sure about sucking cock, realised he didn't know what he was doing, or what...but quite quickly, I dropped to my knees, on the bed, and showed him how to do it. Granted, it was quick a tight squeeze to get i down my neck.

I'm not sure if perhaps he was having 2nd thoughts or was suddenly losing his self confidence, but he stood motionless as I repeatedly engulfed his manhood, though he did continue to make approving noises.

In an effort to move things along, I eventually stood behind him and guided him on to his hands and knees on the bed. As my face delved between his butt cheeks to find his pucker, he let out a loud. "oh Fuck!" and kind of collapsed onto the bed so he was laying flat. Not the best position for rimming fresh meat, as a rule. I persisted for a while, but eventually encouraged him on to his back...where is erection was standing about as proud as it possibly could (so he was liking a tongue up his arse). I quickly removed my top, so I was also naked now, lifted his legs over his head to expose his pink hole, and properly treated him to the pleasure of rimming.

While holding him in position, I rotated the licking of his hole, with sucking his meat and grinding my cock into his crack. He seemed more relaxed by now, just allowing himself to enjoy what was happening. I even managed to get a stroke of his nut. I wasn't sure if fucking him was even something he would go for, but his hoop was relaxed and soft while being probed with my tongue, but tightened up significantly, round my finger. I figured it highly unlikely that my cock was going to make that journey.

With the area between his legs now well explored, I shifted my body over his and after a juicy, kiss, I set about sucking on his nipples. That seemed to hit the mark. His body was now in a heightened sensory state and whereas my earlier, brief play, got little reaction, he now threw his arms back over his head in a submissive gesture and ramped up his heavy breathing.

He seemed to be enjoying the sensation that much, and being such a tall fella, I was able to rest my body on his, while continuing to pay attention to his papilla's but was also able to return to grinding my tool along his crack.

His arms stayed out of the way, relaxed on the bed above his head, but quite quickly, his open legs wrapped themselves round my hips and tightened, initially pulling me in to him, but then relaxed and tightened in time with my grinding. his breathing and grunting increased in volume. I rested my hands on his arms and added some pressure to reduce the ease with which he could move them, pinning him down...though, in reality, he would have had no problem throwing me off if he actually wanted to.

I buried my face in his right armpit..pleasantly free from any noticeable antiperspirant. I moved to the other pit, licking and gently biting, before having another burst of attention on his nipples again.

It has only been about 20 mins since he arrived, but I wanted his cock in my arse. Not that I felt he was rushing anything, far from it, I was also aware that he was AWOL from his work, so time MIGHT become an issue.

I lifted myself off him and reached for the lube. While applying a liberal dose to my own hole, surprisingly, he lifted his legs, once again exposing his twitching pucker. I wasn't expecting to go there again, but with his butt on offer, I lubed him up and quite easily,slid a finger deep inside. I could feel he was consciously trying to relax his ring. It was tightening a relaxing round my finger. Clearly, he wanted to try and accept anal action.

I took to finger fucking him while I returned to sucking his swollen dick, at the same time. His hoop was easing, I tried for a 2nd finger, it was tight, but he took it without a fuss. Once 2 fingers felt more comfortable in him, I shifted myself in place to try my penis for size.

It was quite obvious what my intention was, as he looked up at me, accepting what I was about to do.

Applying more lube, I proceeded to push my bell end into his eager opening. At first I was hopeful of success. it seemed to be happening with relative ease. Perhaps my error in thinking it was going to be easier than anticipated (aware that some guys, even if they've never had a cock up their arse, some have toys, so it's not a entirely novel experience).

However, those instincts kicked in with his arse muscles closing ranks. He winched and asked me to pull out. He then said with some degree of disappointment ''Noor, It's not gonna 'appen'.

From experience, I know that if you let the moment pass and try again. quite often, it WILL happen. However, I was already lubed up and ready to go, so I moved to be astride his body, positioned is prick at the entrance to my pleasure tunnel, and slowly sank on to it, taking him fully inside me while he wanked my cock.

As I was easing myself into it and started to ride his manhood, he lifted his head a few times, looking, as best he could in that position, at his hot tool repeatedly disappearing inside my man cave. He pursed his lips approvingly at the sight or feeling.

With larger appendages, I prefer to start things off with me sitting on top, so I can take it at my pace. However, it's far from my preferred position for a fuck, so once comfortable with his beast having opened me up, I climbed off and instructed him to stand by the bed. He willingly obliged while I lay on my back on the edge of the bed, and lifted my legs in the air. He didn't need further instruction. In no time at all, he was bending his knees out to the side to lower his position enough to slip his engorgement directly back inside and proceeded to fuck like a rabbit. He leaned forward, resting his weight on his long arms, either side of me. He watched his cock working away, while I jerked myself and gave him verbal encouragement. Each time I said something like ' Rip into my arse with that big fucking macho cock of yours' his thrust would increase in intensity, before tailing off a bit, until the next. ' Slap those fucking balls against my butt'' or some such comment.

His balls really did slap against me..a lot. Not only could I hear then, but I could feel them too.

A couple of times he stopped...I'm assuming he may have been getting close to shooting his load, but he didn't say so. Instead, he pushed in as deep as he could, held himself there and took over my masturbating, by pushing my hand away, rather unceremoniously. It wasn't in an unpleasant way, but there was a hint of roughness about it. Perhaps his domineering nature was starting to win through!

I was with quite some vigor how whacked away at my piece. Fortunately, I don' t mind rough handling. I rested my lower legs on his shoulder so I could lift my arse in the air slightly, which was a better height for him.

Without warning, he started banging in to me again, while working on my cock too. It went on for a couple of minutes, all told, before he suddenly pulled out...cause me to fall off the end of the bed...and simply said. 'Turn round'

I stood, turned towards the bed and bent forward. That's not what he wanted though. Roughly, he pushed me forward until I was almost laying flat. Climbing on the the bed after me, he placed his hand at base of my neck and added weight by leaning forward and penetrated my arse once again. He meant business now. It was quite clear he was purposely pinning me down so I couldn't move.....and I really WOULD have struggled to move, even if I wanted too.

He ploughed into my butt. after a short while, he moved his hands to the top of my shoulders. I was still pretty helpless, but at least I could talk dirty to him again

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Both his legs were between mine, but in shifting to a more suitable position, he pulled me up on to my knees , raised one of his legs to rest on his foot rather than knee, and then push my torso down again, telling me to feel his balls, as he pounded me.

"That's it" he said as I reached one arm down between my legs to reach his big swinging knackers. However, that was a lucky first grab. I struggled to reach any further to get a proper grip as they repeatedly slapped into me before pulling away. I persisted trying, but it was more like intermittent prodding and poking as he shafted me harder and his weight gradually pushed me flat again until the grunts, the increase in pace and intensity of his fucking told me he was about to squirt is hot white, creamy man spunk, inside me.

Sure enough, announced with some deep growling and a slower more fitful pace...he pumped his jizz somewhere deep inside, filling me with man juice. He growled and grunted a few times as he made a couple of last probing bangs into my rear end, until he was done... and finished with me.

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He pulled out, stood at the end of the bed to catch his breath, his glistening cock still erect and dripping. He smiled before disappearing into the bathroom and reappearing soon after, just as he'd arrived.....dressed and ready for work.

He said little, but thanked me, before leaving.

Needless to say, I was actually hornier than ever. With my arse having been used as place to dump his cum, it turned me on eve more, and with my balls still fully loaded, I needed more action.

I checked my phone and as it happened, one of the other 'hopefuls' I mentioned at the beginning, had sent me a message a short while earlier to ask if I would be available about midday. It was now 11am. He looked fit, and again, he a genuine air about him. He was asking for a massage. For the sake of an hour, I decided he would be with the gamble of whether or not he would turn up.

Sure enough...and hour later...he arrived. He's a very handsome, South American professional, aged about 40 with thick, neatly cut dark hair and an amazing smile.

As he undressed, the body he revealed matched the pictures on his profile. Nicely muscular, and naturally smooth. He is quite short, but was well proportioned.

He was hot, but there's not an awful lot to tell about our meet. I THOROUGHLY enjoyed exploring his beautiful body while massaging him, however, he did just relax and allow himself to be indulged.

Cutting to the chase.....he dick is a bit smaller than average...but again, in proportion to the rest of him. He did have a pubic bush though, which is always a bonus in my book :-)

I'm not too bothered by cock size..especially when, at the end, he stood at the end of the bed, held my legs in the air, and energetically fucked his load into me. as a bonus, he kept going while I quickly tossed myself off, spewing a vast amount of cum over my body with his help, pushing from the inside. it was intense!!

We then relaxed on the bed and talked for about 2 hours. Next time we meet...he's promised to cook be dinner. As long as he's dessert, that'll be lovely!

After he left, feeling smug with 2 deposits of spunk swilling about inside me, I returned to my phone and just deleted all the unread messages from blank profiles. I'll usually, at least, acknowledge a message, but in that moment, I felt that little effort deserves little reward.