Bob woke with a hard on, nothing unusual in that, Bob always woke with a hard on and as usual he slid his right hand down over his smooth belly and scratched the dirty blond hair at the base of his _c_o_c_k_, spreading his hairy muscular legs as wide as the narrow bed would allow he stretched his ball sac with his left hand and stroked the length of his hard _c_o_c_k_. Bob was proud of his _c_o_c_k_, flaccid it was nearly five inches long and the foreskin sat neatly just covering the broad head, as it hardened the foreskin drew back so that when fully erect the fat _c_o_c_k_head was totally exposed.
Bob squeezed the head teasing the first bead of precum from the large slit, he rubbed the juice into his _c_o_c_k_head before spitting on his right hand and wanking just the head until he was quickly close to orgasm. Spitting on his hand again he transferred his attention to the long shaft, in this way he could hold himself on the brink of cumming for ages, pulling his foreskin over the head and then slowly stroking the full length. Hard, Bob's _c_o_c_k_ was a little over nine inches long, it looked huge jutting from his slim hips and made an impressive bulge in tight levis.
Bob's mind wandered to the previous night, he'd left the grotty little caravan at about nine riding his red Kawasaki GPZ550 to a parking area down by the river. Although he'd only been in Thetford two days Bob had sussed this area as the most likely area to find faggots willing to suck his big dick. Still stroking the full length of his dick he remembered parking the bike out of sight in the trees and taking up position near the locked toilet block. He'd worn his usual "hunting" gear, Black leather jacket open to the waist revealing a tight white T-shirt, faded 501's that clung to his round arse and displayed his _c_o_c_k_ brilliantly, a broad leather belt and black DM's completed the look. Bob thought he looked like James Dean but his short cropped hair was too blond and his face too boyish.
Bob's right hand was still stoking his _c_o_c_k_, his left was alternating between his balls, stretching them down until the sac was tight and his nipples pinching the smooth brown nubs until they just began to hurt.
Bob had been standing by the toilet block for about five minutes his left arm hanging loosely his crash helmet dangling from his fingers, he'd been cruised a couple of times but no one had approached him, Bob always waited to be approached. The dark haired lad had appeared from behind the toilet block, he was probably a bit older than Bob's twenty one years, he was wearing a blue T-shirt, designer jeans and expensive trainers, he walked slowly past glancing between the blond boy's cute face and the bulge in his jeans Bob felt his _c_o_c_k_ begin to harden, the dark haired boy noticed and smiled, Bob grinned in response.
The dark haired boy turned and walked up to Bob "wanna go some where" he'd said. Bob jerked his head in the direction of the bushes behind him, turning he led the way stopping in a tiny clearing only ten yards from the path. Wordlessly he reached for the boy's belt undoing it and the boy's jeans. Bob dragged the jeans and the boy's skimpy red briefs to his knees ignoring the hard _c_o_c_k_ that hit his head as he bent down. Bob stepped back from the boy and with difficulty released his now fully hard _c_o_c_k_ from his jeans.
Bob's right hand began working the head of his _c_o_c_k_ as he remembered forcing the dark haired boy to his knees and roughly shoving the entire length of his hard _c_o_c_k_ in the boy's mouth, the boy had gagged and tried to pull away Bob had held his head and continued to _f_u_c_k_ his mouth hard.
Bob's _c_o_c_k_ seemed to get bigger and harder as he recalled the shear power he'd felt as he shot his load into the dark haired boy's mouth, Bob remembered pulling his cum and spit soaked _c_o_c_k_ from the boy's gasping mouth, he remembered drawing back his right leg and as he recalled the moment when his boot had connected with the dark haired boy's balls his body tensed, his balls tightened and his orgasm flooded from his _c_o_c_k_ sending hot spunk that splattered his belly, chest and chin.
As his orgasm subsided Bob reached for his smokes, lighting one he leaned back on the headboard and sucked the smoke into his lungs. Reaching out again Bob picked up the wallet that he'd taken from the back pocket of the dark haired boy's jeans as he'd lay retching and spewing in the dirt.
The wallet had one hundred and twenty pounds in it, a rich little faggot thought Bob, the drivers licence said Michael Roberts and gave a local address, Bob had an idea he might use it later but now he needed to shower because the spunk was drying on his chest.