What I had wanted from Tony was a commitment. I was looking for a relationship based on trust and love. I was searching for stability and thought I had found it. Then, after nearly two years together, Tony packed his things and moved out. His decision came without warning, without reason. It was just... .over.

I needed to get away. Away from the city. Away from the surroundings that were a constant reminder of my heartache. As a boy I had adored our family outings to the country. The quiet of nature had allowed me to clear my mind of my adolescent worries and focus on matters of genuine importance.

I arranged for a leave of absence from work and rented a small house in the country for the summer.

Upon my arrival the landlord, a ruggedly handsome man in his mid-forties, gave me a brief tour. He asked if I liked to fish. I had never done much fishing, but was certainly willing to give it a go. He told me about an old abandon stone quarry near the property and even set me up with some of his fishing gear.

I spent the first couple of days just getting settled into my new surroundings. On the morning of the third day I decided to try my hand at fishing. At a leisurely pace, I ambled through the wooded area behind the house, enjoying its sweet fragrance.

Soon I reached the old quarry. The sight of the sheared, gray rock and crystal clear water was breathtakingly beautiful. I felt an excitement I hadn't experienced since I was a boy.

I came out of the woods and followed the narrow, rocky path that led down to the water. My sights were set on the huge willow tree which loomed out of the morning mist still hanging over the water. The perfumed scent of wild-flowers filled the air. The calm was staggering. The only sounds I could hear were the playful chirping of birds and the whispering of the breeze as it gently caressed the tree tops.

A shroud of disappointment swept over me as I neared the willow and saw a young man perched upon a slab of stone, occupying the spot I had selected. I considered going back to the house, but there was something intriguing about the young man. Something that held me captive. To avoid detection, I crouched down in the tall, damp grass and watched him.

His fishing pole sat propped against a rock, but he paid no attention to the bobber floating on the rippling water. I held my breath as he looked back over his shoulder and I got a good look at his handsome, boyish features. I knew when he pulled off his shirt, he had not seen me.

Confident he was alone, his fingers anxiously pulled open the front of his baggy, denim shorts. Slowly he pushed his shorts down over his long, slender legs, exposing skin so smooth and tan it made my mouth water.

The angle from which I watched him didn't give my eyes access to his youthful cock, but I didn't have to see it to know it was being stroked with vigor. I was reminded just how much I missed feeling the touch of another man.

He moaned softly. An excited bead of sweat streamed down my brow, the swelling of my manly flesh crushed against my aching balls. With his head tilted back and his eyes closed, he panted rapidly, whimpering an erotic tale for my amusement. Groans of ecstasy told me what I could not see. He was cumming and I was missing the sweltering spectacle.

Frustrated and horny, I waited until he had dressed before I approached him. Surprised, he turned around and observed me suspiciously. There was a slight look of guilt on his handsome face. He was no doubt worried that I had witness his act of sexual self indulgence. With all the grace of a bull moose in heat, I had invaded his privacy.

I immediately took not of a gooey strand of ivory cock juice still oozing down the face of the rock where he had been sitting. He knew exactly what I was staring at and brought his legs down to hide his spent wad of evaporating jism.

"Beautiful day," I remarked, checking out his well-packed basket as I extended my hand. "I'm Jack." With a marginal degree of caution, he shook my hand with a firm grip. The same grip, the same hand, which just moments ago had been wrapped around his erupting cock-meat.

"I'm Tim."

"Well Tim, I'm new to the area, but the guy I'm renting from says this is a good place to fish."

"That guy would be my Dad," said Tim. "And he's right. There's some big fish in this quarry." I nodded like I gave a shit. "They don't seem to be very hungry this morning, though."

I noticed his wandering eyes falling to inspect the throbbing cylinder of hard cock stretching half way down the inside of my leg. The fish may not have been hungry, but judging from the expression on Tim's face, he sure as hell was. He was starving for something long and hard, something hot and juicy. And I had just the thing to satisfy his manly appetite!

Since he had dibs on the spot, I thought it was only fitting to ask his permission to stay. "Do you mind a little company?"

Tim looked me up and down like I was a side of beef. "Not at all. There's plenty of room for two." I baited my hook and haphazardly cast my line out into the quarry.

Sitting down on the ground, I tried to make myself comfortable as I looked back at Tim perched above me on his rock. My poor swollen balls nearly exploded when I caught sight of his huge cock head peeking out menacingly from beneath the leg of his shorts. "You saw me earlier, didn't you, Jack? You saw me beating my meat?"

"I didn't see as much as I would have liked."

"I'll bet watching me is what gave you that big hard- on."

"That would be a safe bet," I confirmed, reaching down to give my tormented organ a gentle squeeze. Tim licked his full pink lips as he stepped down from his rock.

"I want to see your cock." His tone was almost commanding.

In response, I unfastened the front of my pants and slid them down over my ass. Most men who saw my thick, ten - inch cock were envious and Tim was no exception. His eyes filled with excitement when as my raging slab of meat reared up, slapping against my belly.

Tim's mouth dropped open as he continued to gawk passionately at my throbbing monster dick. He was nearly beside himself with eager anticipation. He wanted my cock in the worst way and I was inclined to oblige him.

I stood up and took off my pants. Tim was elated, panting feverishly as he pinched a gob of sticky pre-cum from the head of his twitching cock. "You're not only big, you're uncut too."

In a flash my adorable young admirer was out of his cloths and standing before me naked and trembling with lust. It was difficult to say who was seducing whom. Tim was young, I guessed him to be between eighteen and twenty, but he knew exactly what he wanted of me and wasn't the least bit shy about expressing his sexual cravings. Literally tearing open the front of my shirt he devoured my aroused nipples. He sucked and slurped on my tingling tits as the mid-morning sun beat down on our naked flesh. Tim's hot tongue cut a slippery path down my hairy belly to my generous mound of dense cock fur. He gasped and grunted with a passionate fury, unlike any I'd ever experienced. I couldn't believe at thirty-five I was being man-handled by this hot young kid.

I looked down just as the head of my cock disappeared between Tim's greedy lips. The intense heat generated by his slobbering mouth nearly sent me over the edge. I let out a loud moan as he pushed the tip of his tongue into my juicy piss-hole. His sharp, gleaming teeth nibbled affectionately on my thick fold of foreskin and I was in heaven.

Tim's smooth shaven cheeks puffed wearily as he gulped down the entire length of my heavy cock. With the calculated precision of an expert cock sucker, he brought me to the very brink of shooting my wad before releasing my pulsating shaft. In hardly the time it took to blink, he had straddled my heaving chest, waving his slender, seven-inch organ in my face. "Lick it," he commanded. "Lick the head of my dick."

I rose up, resting back on my elbows, and smothered his plump, purple knob with my spit. "Yeah, that's it." cooed Tim as he gently rocked back and forth. "That feels good. Real good. You've got a great fucking mouth."

I found the salty spice of his manly young flesh to be quite tasty. I drew the head of his cock into my mouth, locking my lips firmly around the neck of his bulbous crest. My lashing tongue was immediately doused with a huge glob of sticky ooze. I was now drunk with desire. The tangy zest of his creamy pre-cum reminded me of my past.

His splendid cock rekindled a flame, now burning hotter and hotter, that had been extinguished with the surrendering of my youth. My God, I was on fire! I hadn't felt this alive in years.

Tim locked his fingers together behind my head, pulling my face deeper into his sweaty crotch. With a crushing force, his steely ramrod smashed brutally against the back of my throat.

Drool leaked from the corners of my mouth and dripped from my chin as he savagely fucked my soft, wet lips. Tim panted and hissed louder and louder with each thrust.

"Take it all," he wailed, cramming the entire length of his slippery, satin-skinned shaft down my tortured throat. "Suck it! Yeah, suck my juicy cock!"

Suddenly, without warning, he yanked his cock from my mouth. He had face-fucked me so hard and deep, I needed a brief reprieve just to catch my breath. But the lull in the action was short-lived. Holding his stiff, hammering cock against his belly, Tim shoved his huge, down-covered balls into my mouth. His velvety nuts were so swollen, so laden with the succulent nectar of his youthful passion, I was barely able to accommodate them both at once.

My jaws ached as I tongued the sweat from his silky ball-sac. With his free hand, Tim reached around and worked my tight foreskin up and down over the crown of my rigid meat.

"God, I love uncut dick," he murmured softly. "I want it up my ass. How about it, Jack? You want to fuck my tight little butt?"

I could think of nothing I wanted more, but I hadn't exactly come to the quarry prepared for sex. "I hope you have a rubber?"

Tim reached for his shorts. "I never leave home without one."

Still straddling my chest, Tim had turned so that his smooth white ass was in my face. "You're really big," said Tim. "You're going to have to loosen me up a little." He reached around and spread open his fleshy round butt-cheeks. A dense blanket of coarse hair traversed the length of his exposed crevice. His delicate, plum-colored pucker flexed ruttishly, begging for the immediate attention of my hot, slippery tongue. "Lick my asshole, Jack. Make it warm and wet."

I buried my face between his twin, ivory mounds and rammed my tongue all the way up his tight, steamy butthole. Tim gasped with delight as my slippery tongue invaded him.

"Oh yeah, eat my ass. Fuck my butt with that long hot tongue of yours. Just imagine how good it's going to feel when you stick your big cock inside me."

I tongued his wrinkled anal passage until it was well lubricated with spit. Then, Tim unrolled the condom down my lengthy tool and gracefully turned, lowering his firm ass onto my piercing tool. His muscular thighs grew tense, the veins in his forehead and neck stood out as the massive head of my twitching cock split a path into his quivering hole. He yelped in blissful agony as his trembling body struggled to accommodate my fat invader. "Damn, you're so fucking big, it feels like you're splitting me in two!"

His fingers tightened in my chest hair as his amazing ass slowly sank and finally came to rest on my thighs. "That's better," he whispered with a trembling sigh. "Now we can get down to some serious fucking."

Tim ground the cheeks of his ass against the root of my cock until I thought I would go crazy. It was like being inside a furnace, hot and soft, slick with butt slime and spit. With his knees clamped securely to my hips he rode me with a vengeance. "You like my tight ass don't you, Jack? God, it feels so good. Fuck me, man! Fuck me hard!"

Tim seized his free, wagging cock and began stroking it feverishly. Look at my dick, Jack. Remember how good it tasted? There's nothing quite like the flavor of a big juicy cock. Nothing else even comes close to tasting so good."

Overwhelmed by his immense sexual energy, I could only nod in response. "I can't hold back much longer, Jack. My nuts feel like they're going to pop. I hope you don't mind if I cam on your face? I really get off on shooting my wad in a guy's face."

My heart raced as my hairy ball-sac tightened around its ripened fruit. A savage thirst for gratification parched my soul. The strain to resist the inevitable became too much to bear. Tim tightened his powerful ass-ring and my cock heaved with the ecstasy of a climax.

"Yeah. That's it. Cum in my butt!" Tim grunted, slamming his ass down against my thighs to drive my erupting cock deeper into the simmering depths of his steamy hole.

Tim waited until my cock had ceased its orgasmic twitching before rising himself to cum in my face. "God, I feel so empty," he whined. "Finger fuck me, Jack. Stick a finger up my ass while I cum."

I reached back between his gaping thighs and filled his reamed hole with a finger. He howled with delight as I persistently stroked his boiling fuck bud with the tip of my thick digit. "I'm gonna cum, Jack. Oh Christ, yes! I'm cumming!

Tim whimpered and sobbed as he spewed strand after strand of hot stringy jism across my face. I thought he would never stop cumming. Each time I looked at his spurting cock, his pisshole was ejecting yet another wad of slick, creamy spunk. Semen oozed down my face and dripped from my nose and chin. While still yanking the final remains of ivory cream from his throbbing cock, Tim leaned down and licked my face clean. He didn't stop until his greedy tongue had consumed every drop of his spent seed.

We spent the rest of the morning lying naked together under the big willow tree at the edge of the quarry. I hadn't been here a week and I was already feeling much better. I knew a trip to the country was all I needed.