This is my first time writing anything like this so please forgive me, hopefully it turns out somewhat cohesive.
This is a true story about an experience I had when I was 22 years old in a Caravan in the South of England.
My best friend Katie and I spent almost every summer together from a young age. We often each tagged along on family trips and our parents had often assume we would end up together. Little did they know we were both gay. Her parents had invited us to an ‘End of Season’ party down at a Caravan site where they spent many holidays. I had been busy with work all week and was slightly dreading going but decided it would be a laugh so went ahead. We arrived at the park around 5pm and immediately started getting ready for the party.
In this caravan was myself, Katie, Katie’s Mother, sister and sister’s friend Josh. I had never met him before but he seemed quiet and harmless. As we had arrived later than planned, getting ready was hectic and rushed. Drinks were gulped instead of sipped and quite soon we were heading out the door and beginning the night.
The party was went on for a few hours and everyone drank quite a lot. Josh and I had a few conversations and I learnt more about him, we began a nice rapport and I was happy to see him come out of his shell more. He made an excellent drinking partner. Being the only two men on our table, we often found ourselves alone as the ladies used the bathroom but I was so drunk at this point that nothing sexual was going through my head and I was just enjoying Josh’s company.
Once it got later we all headed back to the Caravan where we ate, drank some more and eventually ended up with people heading to bed. My memory is blurry at the point in which we settled down back at the caravan to this next portion of the story.
Somehow, I had ended up in my underwear and a hoodie; Josh was in his underwear and a white shirt, and we were sitting on a pull out bed. Katie and her mum and sister were going to sleep and we had been left to fend for ourselves on the crappy bed. Luckily for us, we were both too intoxicated to care.
At first we lay there, almost spooning, just speaking drunk babble and laughing, before we turned to face each other and sipped our drinks. The conversation was casual but every now and then would slip into innuendo or something silly. It was around this point that I noticed Josh’s hands kept shuffling under the duvet. Thinking nothing of it we carried on speaking and ended up having a conversation about being cut/uncut. I explained that I couldn’t imagine not having foreskin and was having banter with Josh who was cut. He asked me if I had ever seen a circumcised dick to which I said ‘only in porn’. I had seen them outside of porn but now I was curious as to where this was going. He explained he knows no different and its all the same as I probed him for more until he eventually pulled down the duvet and said ‘See.’. Something inside of me started to tick as I teased him more, I said its too dark I cant see anything and he grabbed my hand and placed my fingers on the tip of his penis. We laughed about it and the conversation carried on. Nothing similar happened for a while as he talked about sex, sexuality and experimenting, filled our drinks and pissed. Eventually the conversation got back round to ourselves and he made a comment about how big his balls were. I wasn’t going to let that slide so I told him since its dark I’ll have to be a visual learner. I could see the smirk on his face as I reached down and grabbed his balls in my hand. They were warm and definitely big. I played with them for a few seconds, waiting for his response. Was this just playful or should I lead this into something more? People are sleeping in the rooms next door! I’ve just met this guy! What am I doing?! All these thoughts going through my head in a split second until I feel something. I look down and see Josh’s hand now caressing my thigh, teasing me as I had done him.
Screw it. I took hold of his dick in my hand and it was starting to get hard. Our breathing intensified as we tried to be as quiet as possible, now both stroking each other’s cocks. I looked at him, still drunk and running on adrenaline as he looked back. Without thinking we began kissing, again trying not to shift the bed to creak. We were completely overcome with passion.
We kissed back and forth for a while before he started kissing my stomach, and lower, and lower. I gasped as he swallowed my cock down his throat. Fuck. It felt so warm and wet, I could have burst right there. He was good at this. I started to fuck his face, pulling his hair and feeling myself getting lost into pure lust. I returned the favour. His cock wasn’t as long as mine but it was thick and very attractive. I could hardly fit it in my mouth. He had a perfect peachy arse too. I filled my hands with it as I licked his balls. So many thoughts racing through my head. I hope he’s a bottom. Wait what am I thinking? Blowjobs are one thing but we can’t fuck in this caravan whilst everyones sleeping can we? Can we…?
At this point, I felt unstoppable. I hadn’t came for days and with the amount of alcohol in me it was a shocker either of us could get it up, we were going all out. We were laying down, legs intertwined and making out. The longer we went on, the less we cared or remembered about being quiet. That is until one of the girls got up to use the toilet and gave us both a heart attack. Once we had lay there in dead silence for 20 minutes we had a laugh and got back to chatting. By this time it was around 4am and so naturally we both eventually drifted off to sleep.
The next morning we were all hungover which played into the benefit of avoiding any possible awkwardness between Josh and I. My head was too raw for that right now. We traveled back home and the next day I received a text from Josh thanking me for the night and asking if I’d want to hang out sometime. Little did I know that one night in a caravan could lead to so much more…
Congratulations if you made it all the way to the end! Apologies again for whatever mess that ends up being but thanks anyway!
This is a true story about an experience I had when I was 22 years old in a Caravan in the South of England.
My best friend Katie and I spent almost every summer together from a young age. We often each tagged along on family trips and our parents had often assume we would end up together. Little did they know we were both gay. Her parents had invited us to an ‘End of Season’ party down at a Caravan site where they spent many holidays. I had been busy with work all week and was slightly dreading going but decided it would be a laugh so went ahead. We arrived at the park around 5pm and immediately started getting ready for the party.
In this caravan was myself, Katie, Katie’s Mother, sister and sister’s friend Josh. I had never met him before but he seemed quiet and harmless. As we had arrived later than planned, getting ready was hectic and rushed. Drinks were gulped instead of sipped and quite soon we were heading out the door and beginning the night.
The party was went on for a few hours and everyone drank quite a lot. Josh and I had a few conversations and I learnt more about him, we began a nice rapport and I was happy to see him come out of his shell more. He made an excellent drinking partner. Being the only two men on our table, we often found ourselves alone as the ladies used the bathroom but I was so drunk at this point that nothing sexual was going through my head and I was just enjoying Josh’s company.
Once it got later we all headed back to the Caravan where we ate, drank some more and eventually ended up with people heading to bed. My memory is blurry at the point in which we settled down back at the caravan to this next portion of the story.
Somehow, I had ended up in my underwear and a hoodie; Josh was in his underwear and a white shirt, and we were sitting on a pull out bed. Katie and her mum and sister were going to sleep and we had been left to fend for ourselves on the crappy bed. Luckily for us, we were both too intoxicated to care.
At first we lay there, almost spooning, just speaking drunk babble and laughing, before we turned to face each other and sipped our drinks. The conversation was casual but every now and then would slip into innuendo or something silly. It was around this point that I noticed Josh’s hands kept shuffling under the duvet. Thinking nothing of it we carried on speaking and ended up having a conversation about being cut/uncut. I explained that I couldn’t imagine not having foreskin and was having banter with Josh who was cut. He asked me if I had ever seen a circumcised dick to which I said ‘only in porn’. I had seen them outside of porn but now I was curious as to where this was going. He explained he knows no different and its all the same as I probed him for more until he eventually pulled down the duvet and said ‘See.’. Something inside of me started to tick as I teased him more, I said its too dark I cant see anything and he grabbed my hand and placed my fingers on the tip of his penis. We laughed about it and the conversation carried on. Nothing similar happened for a while as he talked about sex, sexuality and experimenting, filled our drinks and pissed. Eventually the conversation got back round to ourselves and he made a comment about how big his balls were. I wasn’t going to let that slide so I told him since its dark I’ll have to be a visual learner. I could see the smirk on his face as I reached down and grabbed his balls in my hand. They were warm and definitely big. I played with them for a few seconds, waiting for his response. Was this just playful or should I lead this into something more? People are sleeping in the rooms next door! I’ve just met this guy! What am I doing?! All these thoughts going through my head in a split second until I feel something. I look down and see Josh’s hand now caressing my thigh, teasing me as I had done him.
Screw it. I took hold of his dick in my hand and it was starting to get hard. Our breathing intensified as we tried to be as quiet as possible, now both stroking each other’s cocks. I looked at him, still drunk and running on adrenaline as he looked back. Without thinking we began kissing, again trying not to shift the bed to creak. We were completely overcome with passion.
We kissed back and forth for a while before he started kissing my stomach, and lower, and lower. I gasped as he swallowed my cock down his throat. Fuck. It felt so warm and wet, I could have burst right there. He was good at this. I started to fuck his face, pulling his hair and feeling myself getting lost into pure lust. I returned the favour. His cock wasn’t as long as mine but it was thick and very attractive. I could hardly fit it in my mouth. He had a perfect peachy arse too. I filled my hands with it as I licked his balls. So many thoughts racing through my head. I hope he’s a bottom. Wait what am I thinking? Blowjobs are one thing but we can’t fuck in this caravan whilst everyones sleeping can we? Can we…?
At this point, I felt unstoppable. I hadn’t came for days and with the amount of alcohol in me it was a shocker either of us could get it up, we were going all out. We were laying down, legs intertwined and making out. The longer we went on, the less we cared or remembered about being quiet. That is until one of the girls got up to use the toilet and gave us both a heart attack. Once we had lay there in dead silence for 20 minutes we had a laugh and got back to chatting. By this time it was around 4am and so naturally we both eventually drifted off to sleep.
The next morning we were all hungover which played into the benefit of avoiding any possible awkwardness between Josh and I. My head was too raw for that right now. We traveled back home and the next day I received a text from Josh thanking me for the night and asking if I’d want to hang out sometime. Little did I know that one night in a caravan could lead to so much more…
Congratulations if you made it all the way to the end! Apologies again for whatever mess that ends up being but thanks anyway!
