DafyddGeraint
Virgin
It was freezing cold in the biting wind that tore through the shaky dilapidated buildings that lined the first twenty or thirty feet of the Llandudno Pier on the coast of North Wales. The choppy waters of the Irish Sea revealed their murky depths beneath the white topped waves that flowed beneath the all too slender looking iron columns on which the creaking Victorian edifice gently swayed. James leant forward against the full force of the wind that now tore across the exposed deck of the Pier; pulling his plaid scarf up closer around his neck to close the v shaped gap at the top of his coat. His hands disappeared into his sleeves and he clenched all the muscles in his upper body in a futile attempt to pump some warmth to his extremities. He battled on against the wind and looked to the sky at the sound of a screeching cry. There, seagulls hovering in place for a few moments, bobbing from left to right before turning, sharply swooping away as they lost their latest struggle for supremacy, another battle lost in the war against the Atlantic storms that passed overhead in the autumn and winter months. The sun, all too clearly highlighted the many banks of clouds that swept one after the other over the Pier. Strips of light and dark passed over the town behind him. He could see the whole crescent of buildings along the seafront change in colour as the alternating bands of sunlight and clouds swept along the town on their continual voyage to deluge their heavy burden of water upon the mountain massif of Snowdonia, the hilly terrain that could be seen looming on the horizon behind him.
There were only a few only a few other brave souls that had ventured out as far as the Pier. Most of the tourists had confined themselves to the colonnaded walkways of the main street that offered some protection from the frequent heavy showers of rain that threatened to flood the drains, ill-equipped to deal with the sudden downpours. On the Pier there was a middle aged couple sheltering in-front of a small wooden shed like building about a third of the way along the Pier. They wore in their matching his and hers raincoats a look of contented togetherness. Their friendly faces belied the cold, whilst they stood chatting to the man behind the Perspex window, behind which the shelves of the sweets and chocolate that were the source of his livelihood sat, forlornly. It was October, not August, just a few short weeks earlier the Pier would have been covered from one end to the other with holiday makers. The regional accents would have been as distinct as the wind that now highlighted their absence. The couple and the store holder briefly stopped their conversation about life in a holiday resort at the start of autumn to look up and smile at James as he wondered by. The four of them shared a knowing glance as James acknowledged them with a swift nod of his head and a grin that showed off his facial features to their best highlighting the lines on his face that showed just how much he smiled. It was amazing how much a single glance could mean, in that brief moment they all shared the knowledge of just how utterly horrid the weather was but just how wonderful an experience it made.
Further along a young man in a green uniform was valiantly trying to do some vital repairs to the next kiosk halfway along the Pier. It was a nightmare, James was sure, to keep the Pier open, in the summer every inch of decking was far too lucrative to close for repairs and in the winter the weather far too vile to contemplate working on the thing. James took a moment to observe the young man in action. Despite the cold he wore only a polo shirt with a sleeveless Body warmer, his upper arms filled the short sleeves of his shirt and his forearms rippled as he maneuvered the heavy components of the awning of the kiosk, the power drill in his right arm was almost like an extension of his arm, his bulging bicep leading to his impressive forearms and powerful hands with a vice like grip on the handle of the drill. There was a trio of figures at the far end of the Pier from what he could make out from the distance it was a man and two women, a couple and a friend or relative by their actions. Behind him where the Pier met the land was a family with young children playing on the machines that offered cuddly toys twice their size if you operate the cranes correctly.
The only other figure that caught his attention was the lone figure of a young man, similarly clothed against the fierce wind. He was walking absent minded despite the gale that buffeted him from side to side, it was clear the young man had a muscular frame from his figure, and from what James could see of his face half hidden beneath his scarf and hood, he was strikingly good looking. James carried on up the Pier, staring through the gaps in the decking planks watching the green waters crash against the Pier columns disappearing beneath the waves. He finally reached the pavilion at the end of the Pier, a large multitone blue building, either side of which the Pier expanded out with two smaller pavilions occupying the expanded deck. He walked to the left of the central building full of arcade games to entertain bored children in the summer rain. The building was gaudy and the cacophony of electronic beeps clashed with James’ desire for peace and solitude. The wind when he emerged from the temporary wind break, smashed into him with such ferocity that he was forced to step backwards to retain his balance. He paused briefly on the Pier end just long enough to say he had reached it. He didn’t like the feeling of perching over the waves at the best of times let alone when the wind ripped through him, the waves crashed beneath him and his face was pebble-dashed with the spray from the sea. Beating a hasty retreat he spun around and crashed into the young man that had been behind him. James realised instantly just how muscular the young man was, by the solidity of the frame and the hollow thud that echoed in his ear as he made contact with his chest and the powerful thump of his arm as it wrapped around James’s back with a prominent bulge for a bicep. But most of all James noticed a very and all too short snapshot of his scent as his head almost contacted with his neck. They both instantly apologised to the other, they then completed that almost ritualistically British activity of both almost walking into each other again in an attempt to let the other pass. James’ face exploded into a broad grin whilst the young man burst into laughter, “shall we dance?” He chuckled, “after you I insist.” He added in a deep yet light voice, indicating with his hand for James to pass. The accent was Standard English to the core; it betrayed no regionality or class, only education. “Why thank you kind sir,” James replied bowing his head to once side in a faux display of deferment.
James smiling took in for the first time the features of the young man in front of him admiring the view and both locked eyes for an interval far longer than absolutely necessary. James noticed how the young man’s eyes dropped but not in an embarrassed effort to look away but in a deliberate way right down the full length of his body with such an intensive analysis that made him feel as if he was naked before him. The realisation caused a stirring reaction within the tight confines of his boxer-briefs and a crease of a smirk came to his face as the eyes of his examiner rose once more up his body to lock with his eyes, before their contact was broken by the two young men passing each other. The stirring sensation between his legs only magnified the urge to relieve himself that had been afflicting James since he had started his long walk in the cold. An elongated version of one of the Kiosks that partitioned the Pier housed the toilets and James dove into one glad to be finally free of the wind. He undid the zip on his grey jeans, and fumbled momentarily for the flap on his boxer-briefs before pulling out his semi-erect cock, the warmth was a pleasurable change for his frozen fingers which were quickly warmed by the heat of his body as the water vapour rose from the stainless steel urinal highlighting the coldness of the day. A creaking noise followed by a bang, alerted James to the very real fact that only the few inches of wall between his back and the door prevented any line of sight between the Pier and his cock, as the door flapped constantly buffeted by the wind. The sense of risk only seemed to encourage James more so; the slight urge became an irresistible necessity and his hand began if slowly at first to grip his now warm, thick and fully erect cock with a firm grasp. His fingers explored every millimetre of it, from the bulbous thick vein that ran the length of the base of his cock to the thick ridge that surrounded its head. Precum started to ooze as he slowly pumped himself, closing his eyes in self centred pleasure.
The first that James knew that something was amiss was a small metallic tinkle, a groaning creak and the darkness that enveloped the room as the door closed followed by a hollow thud as it came to rest in the frame. A blurry image in the reflective surface of the Urinal was the first indication of the presence of another, the colouring of the clothing left only one possibility, it was the young man that followed him up the Pier, the one that he had crashed into, and the one that had looked up and down every centimetre of his body and greatly enjoyed what he’d seen.
“We really should stop meeting like this,” came an all too familiar voice from behind James. As he reached down to attempt to push his still erect cock back into his jeans, two powerful arms reached round pushing his hands away. Using one hand he held both James arms behind his back and with the other he reached round and clasped his cock pulling him in towards him. James was dumbstruck and simply gazed into the eyes of his commanding admirer.
“I suppose I should introduce myself as we haven’t been formally introduced,” he said, with another one of his cheeky grins forming. “My name is Chris Halifax, my uncle owns the Pier, I couldn’t help but notice you earlier, and when you came in here I just had to follow you, little did I know quite what you would be up to.” James stood in silence staring at Chris, taking in the beauty of his face, the chiseled jaw line, the muscles around his face, the straight hair that swept across his forehead, and his thick neck that emphasised his strength. James walked slowly towards Chris and reached up to slowly undo the zip that fastened his coat. Chris offered no resistance, as his coat was removed and his belt buckle undone. Chris fell back against the wall and putting one hand on either side of James head pushed him down towards his now stiff and stirring groin. James hands made light work of removing Chris’ jeans and boxers and unveiling the seven and a half inches of meat that sprung from behind their prison of fabric and fell neatly into James’ open mouth. He wasted no time in taking it within his mouth, slowly at first, and only the very head, but then he took in gradually more and more, and faster and faster until he was devouring it all greedily, as Chris’ strong hands clasped around his head and his muscular arse clenched as he face fucked James in an increasing wave of pleasurable intensity. James tongue swirled around his cock head deep within his mouth and his thick lips enveloped his cock with a ferocious appetite responding to every movement of Chris’ twitching body. His right hand held onto Chris’ right hip, occasionally reaching up towards his solid pectoral muscles that stood out like all his muscles, clenched as they were in pleasurable ecstasy. His left hand gripped his own erect cock and pumped, flying up and down the shaft like a piston, with all the urgency of an express passenger train. Reaching down he played with his engorged balls a few times, feeling the capacity of their heavy load, and he reached down with two fingers, beneath his balls to his waiting hole twitching with anticipation, in they slipped one by one, he briefly stopped sucking, and locking his eyes in a stare established eye contact once more with his powerful lover as he reached further into himself groaning with pleasure.
Chris pulled off his shirt and stepped out of his jeans still round his ankles. He reached down and his arms bulged as he picked James up off the floor and threw him on the shelf containing the wash basins. Pulling his legs apart he knelt down and proceeded to take James within his mouth. James head fell back and his eyes rolled as a soft moan escaped his lips as the warmth of Chris’ mouth enveloped his moist cockhead. Chris pulled his Jeans closer and reaching into his pocket pulled out a small plastic packet. Ripping it open, he stroked his cock a few times to loosen it up and rolled the condom onto his cock head enjoying the sensation as he rolled it over the sensitive skin, whilst continually sucking his companion. He stood up, pulled James by the hips onto his waiting cock; slowly at first he inserted himself centimetre by centimetre, until he was completely inside him. Then pulling out slightly he slowly reinserted himself, gradually increasing the amount he pulled out before re-entering. James moaned for more, “Fuck me harder and faster, just Fuck me!” he pleaded reaching to grab both cheeks of Chris buttocks to pull him in. Chris used his strong arms to pin James back and continued to tease him, by slowly withdrawing and inserting his cock in a sensual display of power. A wicked smirk gripped his face he was enjoying the power and dominance he had over his companion. The urge however to simply fuck his brains out was however too strong to resist, and with all his muscular strength he thrust his hips forward, whilst using his arms to pull James into him, his cock and balls made a slapping noise as they impacted on James’ spread-eagled rear. He screamed in pleasure as his hole was filled by the thick throbbing and pumping weapon of his lover.
“Yeah! Fuck me! Fuck me! Harder!” James cried. Chris reached round with one arm underneath James’ arse, and with the other behind his head, he pulled with all his strength, his stomach and abdominal muscles clenching to reveal his toned six-pack, and his arms bulged as he lifted James clear off the shelf, suspended in mid air as he continued to pump him. He slammed James back against the wall of the Kiosk and fucked him continuously until James cried out in a pleasurable whimper, “I’m Cumming,” with that several streams of thick creamy liquid splashed against Chris’ muscles on his chest stomach and arms. Chris lunged forward taking James mouth into his and wrapping his arms around his back in a strong embrace and kiss as he clenched his toes into the ground screwed his eyes shut and moaned in orgasmic relief as the contents of his engorged balls erupted.
Releasing James from his bear like grip Chris removed the condom from his cock and held it up the light to show his lover the extent of his pleasure. James grinned as he saw the liquid filling the base of the latex tube. “That was wonderful, I’m just so glad we weren’t interrupted James said coyly pulling Chris closer to him. “But, unless I’m very much mistaken, we are NOT alone!” said Chris as pushed open the door of the cubicle in the corner. “Come out Rory!” he shouted. There, shuffling out of the cubicle before them was the green shirted maintenance man, his impressive and fully erect cock, dripping cum, whilst his sticky fingers and trousers and boxers round his ankles further betrayed his lustful actions. Briefly looking at each other, James and Chris reached for him, pulling him towards them. James dropped to his knees and took the dripping cock into his mouth, whilst Chris proceeded to strip him of his remaining clothes before kissing him passionately on the lips.[/SIZE]
There were only a few only a few other brave souls that had ventured out as far as the Pier. Most of the tourists had confined themselves to the colonnaded walkways of the main street that offered some protection from the frequent heavy showers of rain that threatened to flood the drains, ill-equipped to deal with the sudden downpours. On the Pier there was a middle aged couple sheltering in-front of a small wooden shed like building about a third of the way along the Pier. They wore in their matching his and hers raincoats a look of contented togetherness. Their friendly faces belied the cold, whilst they stood chatting to the man behind the Perspex window, behind which the shelves of the sweets and chocolate that were the source of his livelihood sat, forlornly. It was October, not August, just a few short weeks earlier the Pier would have been covered from one end to the other with holiday makers. The regional accents would have been as distinct as the wind that now highlighted their absence. The couple and the store holder briefly stopped their conversation about life in a holiday resort at the start of autumn to look up and smile at James as he wondered by. The four of them shared a knowing glance as James acknowledged them with a swift nod of his head and a grin that showed off his facial features to their best highlighting the lines on his face that showed just how much he smiled. It was amazing how much a single glance could mean, in that brief moment they all shared the knowledge of just how utterly horrid the weather was but just how wonderful an experience it made.
Further along a young man in a green uniform was valiantly trying to do some vital repairs to the next kiosk halfway along the Pier. It was a nightmare, James was sure, to keep the Pier open, in the summer every inch of decking was far too lucrative to close for repairs and in the winter the weather far too vile to contemplate working on the thing. James took a moment to observe the young man in action. Despite the cold he wore only a polo shirt with a sleeveless Body warmer, his upper arms filled the short sleeves of his shirt and his forearms rippled as he maneuvered the heavy components of the awning of the kiosk, the power drill in his right arm was almost like an extension of his arm, his bulging bicep leading to his impressive forearms and powerful hands with a vice like grip on the handle of the drill. There was a trio of figures at the far end of the Pier from what he could make out from the distance it was a man and two women, a couple and a friend or relative by their actions. Behind him where the Pier met the land was a family with young children playing on the machines that offered cuddly toys twice their size if you operate the cranes correctly.
The only other figure that caught his attention was the lone figure of a young man, similarly clothed against the fierce wind. He was walking absent minded despite the gale that buffeted him from side to side, it was clear the young man had a muscular frame from his figure, and from what James could see of his face half hidden beneath his scarf and hood, he was strikingly good looking. James carried on up the Pier, staring through the gaps in the decking planks watching the green waters crash against the Pier columns disappearing beneath the waves. He finally reached the pavilion at the end of the Pier, a large multitone blue building, either side of which the Pier expanded out with two smaller pavilions occupying the expanded deck. He walked to the left of the central building full of arcade games to entertain bored children in the summer rain. The building was gaudy and the cacophony of electronic beeps clashed with James’ desire for peace and solitude. The wind when he emerged from the temporary wind break, smashed into him with such ferocity that he was forced to step backwards to retain his balance. He paused briefly on the Pier end just long enough to say he had reached it. He didn’t like the feeling of perching over the waves at the best of times let alone when the wind ripped through him, the waves crashed beneath him and his face was pebble-dashed with the spray from the sea. Beating a hasty retreat he spun around and crashed into the young man that had been behind him. James realised instantly just how muscular the young man was, by the solidity of the frame and the hollow thud that echoed in his ear as he made contact with his chest and the powerful thump of his arm as it wrapped around James’s back with a prominent bulge for a bicep. But most of all James noticed a very and all too short snapshot of his scent as his head almost contacted with his neck. They both instantly apologised to the other, they then completed that almost ritualistically British activity of both almost walking into each other again in an attempt to let the other pass. James’ face exploded into a broad grin whilst the young man burst into laughter, “shall we dance?” He chuckled, “after you I insist.” He added in a deep yet light voice, indicating with his hand for James to pass. The accent was Standard English to the core; it betrayed no regionality or class, only education. “Why thank you kind sir,” James replied bowing his head to once side in a faux display of deferment.
James smiling took in for the first time the features of the young man in front of him admiring the view and both locked eyes for an interval far longer than absolutely necessary. James noticed how the young man’s eyes dropped but not in an embarrassed effort to look away but in a deliberate way right down the full length of his body with such an intensive analysis that made him feel as if he was naked before him. The realisation caused a stirring reaction within the tight confines of his boxer-briefs and a crease of a smirk came to his face as the eyes of his examiner rose once more up his body to lock with his eyes, before their contact was broken by the two young men passing each other. The stirring sensation between his legs only magnified the urge to relieve himself that had been afflicting James since he had started his long walk in the cold. An elongated version of one of the Kiosks that partitioned the Pier housed the toilets and James dove into one glad to be finally free of the wind. He undid the zip on his grey jeans, and fumbled momentarily for the flap on his boxer-briefs before pulling out his semi-erect cock, the warmth was a pleasurable change for his frozen fingers which were quickly warmed by the heat of his body as the water vapour rose from the stainless steel urinal highlighting the coldness of the day. A creaking noise followed by a bang, alerted James to the very real fact that only the few inches of wall between his back and the door prevented any line of sight between the Pier and his cock, as the door flapped constantly buffeted by the wind. The sense of risk only seemed to encourage James more so; the slight urge became an irresistible necessity and his hand began if slowly at first to grip his now warm, thick and fully erect cock with a firm grasp. His fingers explored every millimetre of it, from the bulbous thick vein that ran the length of the base of his cock to the thick ridge that surrounded its head. Precum started to ooze as he slowly pumped himself, closing his eyes in self centred pleasure.
The first that James knew that something was amiss was a small metallic tinkle, a groaning creak and the darkness that enveloped the room as the door closed followed by a hollow thud as it came to rest in the frame. A blurry image in the reflective surface of the Urinal was the first indication of the presence of another, the colouring of the clothing left only one possibility, it was the young man that followed him up the Pier, the one that he had crashed into, and the one that had looked up and down every centimetre of his body and greatly enjoyed what he’d seen.
“We really should stop meeting like this,” came an all too familiar voice from behind James. As he reached down to attempt to push his still erect cock back into his jeans, two powerful arms reached round pushing his hands away. Using one hand he held both James arms behind his back and with the other he reached round and clasped his cock pulling him in towards him. James was dumbstruck and simply gazed into the eyes of his commanding admirer.
“I suppose I should introduce myself as we haven’t been formally introduced,” he said, with another one of his cheeky grins forming. “My name is Chris Halifax, my uncle owns the Pier, I couldn’t help but notice you earlier, and when you came in here I just had to follow you, little did I know quite what you would be up to.” James stood in silence staring at Chris, taking in the beauty of his face, the chiseled jaw line, the muscles around his face, the straight hair that swept across his forehead, and his thick neck that emphasised his strength. James walked slowly towards Chris and reached up to slowly undo the zip that fastened his coat. Chris offered no resistance, as his coat was removed and his belt buckle undone. Chris fell back against the wall and putting one hand on either side of James head pushed him down towards his now stiff and stirring groin. James hands made light work of removing Chris’ jeans and boxers and unveiling the seven and a half inches of meat that sprung from behind their prison of fabric and fell neatly into James’ open mouth. He wasted no time in taking it within his mouth, slowly at first, and only the very head, but then he took in gradually more and more, and faster and faster until he was devouring it all greedily, as Chris’ strong hands clasped around his head and his muscular arse clenched as he face fucked James in an increasing wave of pleasurable intensity. James tongue swirled around his cock head deep within his mouth and his thick lips enveloped his cock with a ferocious appetite responding to every movement of Chris’ twitching body. His right hand held onto Chris’ right hip, occasionally reaching up towards his solid pectoral muscles that stood out like all his muscles, clenched as they were in pleasurable ecstasy. His left hand gripped his own erect cock and pumped, flying up and down the shaft like a piston, with all the urgency of an express passenger train. Reaching down he played with his engorged balls a few times, feeling the capacity of their heavy load, and he reached down with two fingers, beneath his balls to his waiting hole twitching with anticipation, in they slipped one by one, he briefly stopped sucking, and locking his eyes in a stare established eye contact once more with his powerful lover as he reached further into himself groaning with pleasure.
Chris pulled off his shirt and stepped out of his jeans still round his ankles. He reached down and his arms bulged as he picked James up off the floor and threw him on the shelf containing the wash basins. Pulling his legs apart he knelt down and proceeded to take James within his mouth. James head fell back and his eyes rolled as a soft moan escaped his lips as the warmth of Chris’ mouth enveloped his moist cockhead. Chris pulled his Jeans closer and reaching into his pocket pulled out a small plastic packet. Ripping it open, he stroked his cock a few times to loosen it up and rolled the condom onto his cock head enjoying the sensation as he rolled it over the sensitive skin, whilst continually sucking his companion. He stood up, pulled James by the hips onto his waiting cock; slowly at first he inserted himself centimetre by centimetre, until he was completely inside him. Then pulling out slightly he slowly reinserted himself, gradually increasing the amount he pulled out before re-entering. James moaned for more, “Fuck me harder and faster, just Fuck me!” he pleaded reaching to grab both cheeks of Chris buttocks to pull him in. Chris used his strong arms to pin James back and continued to tease him, by slowly withdrawing and inserting his cock in a sensual display of power. A wicked smirk gripped his face he was enjoying the power and dominance he had over his companion. The urge however to simply fuck his brains out was however too strong to resist, and with all his muscular strength he thrust his hips forward, whilst using his arms to pull James into him, his cock and balls made a slapping noise as they impacted on James’ spread-eagled rear. He screamed in pleasure as his hole was filled by the thick throbbing and pumping weapon of his lover.
“Yeah! Fuck me! Fuck me! Harder!” James cried. Chris reached round with one arm underneath James’ arse, and with the other behind his head, he pulled with all his strength, his stomach and abdominal muscles clenching to reveal his toned six-pack, and his arms bulged as he lifted James clear off the shelf, suspended in mid air as he continued to pump him. He slammed James back against the wall of the Kiosk and fucked him continuously until James cried out in a pleasurable whimper, “I’m Cumming,” with that several streams of thick creamy liquid splashed against Chris’ muscles on his chest stomach and arms. Chris lunged forward taking James mouth into his and wrapping his arms around his back in a strong embrace and kiss as he clenched his toes into the ground screwed his eyes shut and moaned in orgasmic relief as the contents of his engorged balls erupted.
Releasing James from his bear like grip Chris removed the condom from his cock and held it up the light to show his lover the extent of his pleasure. James grinned as he saw the liquid filling the base of the latex tube. “That was wonderful, I’m just so glad we weren’t interrupted James said coyly pulling Chris closer to him. “But, unless I’m very much mistaken, we are NOT alone!” said Chris as pushed open the door of the cubicle in the corner. “Come out Rory!” he shouted. There, shuffling out of the cubicle before them was the green shirted maintenance man, his impressive and fully erect cock, dripping cum, whilst his sticky fingers and trousers and boxers round his ankles further betrayed his lustful actions. Briefly looking at each other, James and Chris reached for him, pulling him towards them. James dropped to his knees and took the dripping cock into his mouth, whilst Chris proceeded to strip him of his remaining clothes before kissing him passionately on the lips.[/SIZE]
