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By *etey11 OP Man
3 weeks ago
Up north |
I have a love of the remote parts of the country and love nothing more than spending a few days driving around, staying at a campsite or lay-by. My van is spacious with a kitchen, small shower and a bedroom. This vehicle gives me the freedom to travel and is a complete change from years working as a physio. I loved my work but retirement can be such fun. I enjoy my own company but do like to entertain the odd visitor.
When I say entertain, I enjoy the company of and sex with younger men. My ideal is mid 20s, fairly shy, decent physique but submissive.
It’s not easy but when I see someone I like, I will try my best to entertain them!
One of my favourite places to spend time is a large car park off one of the main roads through rural Teesdale. It was here that I met Tom.
He’d driven in and parked up close to my van. I was having a cup of tea when I saw him drive slowly into the car park. As soon as he stopped the vehicle, he got out and looked at a tyre on the passenger side. It looked somewhat under inflated. He crouched down and looked closely at the wheel.
As he did, I could see his legs and arse through his jeans. He looked in decent shape and about my target age. He was wearing a loosely fitting t shirt. He had dark, short hair. I was interested and wanted a closer look.
I opened the door and wandered over.
“All ok?” I asked.
He looked surprised to hear another voice.
“Oh. I think it’s flat,” he said.
He explained his car didn’t carry a spare and he’d need to call for assistance.
“You can come in and wait in my van, if you like?” I offered.
It was a breezy day, late afternoon and not the warmest of days.
“Would that be ok?” he asked.
“Ofcourse. I’ll get the kettle on, if you like?”
He smiled. He was a fairly good looking lad, shorter than me.
I walked over to the van and gestured to him to come in.
He sat in the small lounge area and I lit the stove to make some tea.
Tom explained that he’d been to see his parents and was heading home to Middlesbrough.
As we talked over tea, I felt myself looking longingly at him - grey eyes, a nice smile. His arms weren’t too defined. In some ways, he was a little geeky.
He’d called the roadside assistance but had been told that it would be some time before they arrived - a good few hours.
“Could I use you toilet please?” he asked.
“No problem. Second door” I replied.
As he got up, he winced and held his upper arm.
He looked in pain.
“My arm. Been like this for weeks” he said.
He walked over to the loo and when he returned, I told him I’d been a physio.
“Can have a look if you like?” I offered.
“Yeah. That would be good. It’s painful”
I moved along the bench seat and asked him to sit with his back to me so I could take a closer look and manipulate his arm, if needed.
I felt his arm, got him to move it and soon realised what the problem was.
“I can give you some exercises to do but what would make this better is some manipulation on it. Would that be ok?”
“Yes please. It’s bloody awful. I keep forgetting, moving it in and hurting myself” said Tom.
“Best take off your t shirt”
He stayed seated with his back to me and slipped his t shirt off. He was slim but not defined. Fairly smooth but some hair on his chest.
I used some oil on his upper arm and worked the muscle.
He began to moan appreciative noises of pleasure.
“Feels good” he said.
I worked his muscle hard. He winced a few times but the moans continued.
“You’ve got great, strong hands” he said.
I explained that had come from years of physio work.
“Ok. Think you’ll be ok now”
“Shame,” he said. “That felt great”
I’d expected him to get up and put his t shirt back on but instead he sat where he was.
“I’d suggest seeing a physio and getting some regular manipulation on that. There are some exercises that you could do as well” I said.
He nodded.
I didn’t know what to do now. He didn’t move.
“More tea? Or a coffee?” I asked.
“Erm. This is a bit difficult” he said.
“I can’t get up”
I was a panicking a little.
I turned to look at his face. He was blushing.
“Are you ok?” I asked.
He stood up quickly and I immediately saw the problem. His tight jeans left little to the imagination.
Before I could say anything, he said;
“I’m so sorry. I don’t know why…”
I stood up and smiled at him.
“It’s fine. It happens.”
He looked upset and confused.
I opened my arms to hug him. He moved towards me and buried his face in my chest. I held him tightly, not quite knowing where this was going to go.
I gently stroked his head.
“It’s ok. These moments happen. It’s natural”
I was now getting hard and felt my cock stir. I smelled his hair - a whiff of aftershave.
We stood there for what felt like an age. Then he looked up at me and said;
“Can you help me… with… you know…”
He didn’t have to say anymore.
I hesitated as to whether to kiss him but thought I’d get straight to work on his cock.
I sat down and was at eye level with his bulge.
I stroked it through his jeans and started to unbutton them. Slowly I saw his underwear - red and white stripes with a blue band. In the middle, the growing cock which was dribbling precum.
I slowly pulled his pants down to reveal a handsome cock - perfect in its proportions, a beautiful helmet and easily retractable foreskin.
I played with him and he moaned and gasped.
I looked up at him. He was staring straight ahead - enjoying this but as if he didn’t want to acknowledge I was doing this to him.
I stood up and looked him in the eye.
“Is this ok?”
He nodded.
I fondled his cock. He closed his eyes and said “Fuck… yes…”
He was shaking a little. I guessed this was a new experience for him.
“This is probably easier if we go to the bedroom?” I suggested.
He took in a deep breath, opened his eyes and simply said “Yes… yes please” |
