Fantasies
I mentioned my fantasies about my friend Alan when I was in my teens and twenties. I had several fantasies involving Alan, and often had many repeat wanks thinking about the scenarios. I would wank three times a day in those days and usually one would involve Alan. He was the only real male person I would fantasise about although some of the fantasies did involve other imaginary men. The scenarios were often quite elaborate. Almost plans as to how I would engineer sexual activity between us.
One of the things that fuelled this was a mock wrestling fight Alan and I had. We'd occasionally do this out in the countryside near where we lived. On one occasion I had Alan pinned on his hands and knees with me behind him, effectively in the doggy position. I certainly didn't engineer it that way, but my dirty mind now is turning to the possibility that he might - it was unusual for me to get the upper hand SO easily.In this position Alan bucked around in an attempt to push me off, even grinding back into me. I began to get a hard on and I pulled away in embarrassment* hoping he hadn't noticed. So that was it then. Our wrestling became a source of inspiration for my wank fantasies. * in those days no one in our circle wanted to be thought of as 'queer'.
In one of them we went to an old 'pit' in a field where we sometimes used to run. It was like a very deep ditch or trench but only 5 or 10 metres long but over two metres deep. We would fight in the bottom with the objective being for one or other of us to scramble up the bank to get away. The other person had to stop hm by pulling him back and pin him down. The grappling and writhing would lead to inevitable erections. Instead of backing away in embarrassment we would continue wrestling. Alan would break free and start to scramble up the bank and I would launch a 'rugby tackle' on him, grabbing him around the waist from behind. He would still be attempting to scrabble up the bank but slowly, and this led to my hands slipping lower from his waist to the front of his tracksuit bottoms where there would be something hard about six inches in length and about an inch or so in diameter. Further struggling on Alan's part meant effectively he was rubbing his hard tool against my hand. He was making jerking movements in an 'attempt' to break free.
Alan's upward motion caused me to temporarily lose my grip and I clutched at what was to hand. Which was the waistband of his tracksuit bottoms. Inevitably this led to them being pulled down as he climbed the bank. So whilst he had climbed nearly to the top of the bank he couldn't claim victory just yet! I seized the opportunity of quickly pulling his trainers off and whipping his tracksuit bottoms off completely and waved them as a trophy. "You're not getting these back". That forced Alan to pounce on me. In fact he surprised me so much that he knocked me over and before I knew it he was sat astride my chest, knees either side of my face. I held the trousers at arms length which forced him to lean forward to make a grab for them which in turn meant rubbing his crotch (still in underpants) in my face. He was still hard. If anything even harder! And the struggling meant his cock was rubbing against my mouth and face, separated from me by only the tin cotton. I'm not sure he was trying that hard to grab his tracksuit bottoms back quickly! I was able to wriggling back under Alan's legs and I quickly tried to stand to make a break for the bank. As I did so he swiftly spurn round but this time it was his face in my crotch and he took his 'revenge' by whipping my tracksuit bottoms down saying 'two can play at that game'. My own throbbing hard on was obvious and as I struggled upwards my pants were pulled partly down with Alan still hugging me round the middle and his mouth ended up touching my cock. We looked at each other and both said 'oh fuck it!' simultaneously and lay down in a 69 and promptly gobbled each other until we spunked over each other's faces.
One of the things that fuelled this was a mock wrestling fight Alan and I had. We'd occasionally do this out in the countryside near where we lived. On one occasion I had Alan pinned on his hands and knees with me behind him, effectively in the doggy position. I certainly didn't engineer it that way, but my dirty mind now is turning to the possibility that he might - it was unusual for me to get the upper hand SO easily.In this position Alan bucked around in an attempt to push me off, even grinding back into me. I began to get a hard on and I pulled away in embarrassment* hoping he hadn't noticed. So that was it then. Our wrestling became a source of inspiration for my wank fantasies. * in those days no one in our circle wanted to be thought of as 'queer'.
In one of them we went to an old 'pit' in a field where we sometimes used to run. It was like a very deep ditch or trench but only 5 or 10 metres long but over two metres deep. We would fight in the bottom with the objective being for one or other of us to scramble up the bank to get away. The other person had to stop hm by pulling him back and pin him down. The grappling and writhing would lead to inevitable erections. Instead of backing away in embarrassment we would continue wrestling. Alan would break free and start to scramble up the bank and I would launch a 'rugby tackle' on him, grabbing him around the waist from behind. He would still be attempting to scrabble up the bank but slowly, and this led to my hands slipping lower from his waist to the front of his tracksuit bottoms where there would be something hard about six inches in length and about an inch or so in diameter. Further struggling on Alan's part meant effectively he was rubbing his hard tool against my hand. He was making jerking movements in an 'attempt' to break free.
Alan's upward motion caused me to temporarily lose my grip and I clutched at what was to hand. Which was the waistband of his tracksuit bottoms. Inevitably this led to them being pulled down as he climbed the bank. So whilst he had climbed nearly to the top of the bank he couldn't claim victory just yet! I seized the opportunity of quickly pulling his trainers off and whipping his tracksuit bottoms off completely and waved them as a trophy. "You're not getting these back". That forced Alan to pounce on me. In fact he surprised me so much that he knocked me over and before I knew it he was sat astride my chest, knees either side of my face. I held the trousers at arms length which forced him to lean forward to make a grab for them which in turn meant rubbing his crotch (still in underpants) in my face. He was still hard. If anything even harder! And the struggling meant his cock was rubbing against my mouth and face, separated from me by only the tin cotton. I'm not sure he was trying that hard to grab his tracksuit bottoms back quickly! I was able to wriggling back under Alan's legs and I quickly tried to stand to make a break for the bank. As I did so he swiftly spurn round but this time it was his face in my crotch and he took his 'revenge' by whipping my tracksuit bottoms down saying 'two can play at that game'. My own throbbing hard on was obvious and as I struggled upwards my pants were pulled partly down with Alan still hugging me round the middle and his mouth ended up touching my cock. We looked at each other and both said 'oh fuck it!' simultaneously and lay down in a 69 and promptly gobbled each other until we spunked over each other's faces.
6 years ago
