Paddling Fun

The sun glinted off the water as the 6 paddlers made their way to the pontoon jetty. All moved slowly, their third polo game of the day had taken its effect and all of them were tired. The sun beat down in the clear blue sky as they one by one pulled up to the jetty.

Steve sat there for a minute, his legs stiff from the awkward position of being in the canoe polo boat, and let out a puff. His cheeks were red from the exertion of sprinting up and down the 35m pitch for 20 minutes, chasing a ball around in their third heavy defeat of the day. Slowly he levered himself out of the boat and carefully climbed ashore, pulling his boat out after him.

The team were at an international polo tournament, over50 teams playing on 6 pitches. Even as he walked down the pontoon, the sound of other games going on, the whistles, the cheering and the shouts from the teams drifted over the air. Reaching dry land, he followed the team down the path towards the campsite, eager to get out of his wet kit for the day.

As they walked other teams were coming and going, some all kitted up in buoyancy aids and helmets ready to play, others in normal kit off to watch a game. A lot, especially the guys with 6 packs Steve noticed wryly, were wandering around topless. Not that he wasn't enjoying the views, this being a fairly elite tournament at the top level, which Steve's team were not, there were a lot of athletes at peak physical being. Not that he stared too long, that would be rude, and also his interest in guys was not something people knew.

They reached their tents in the campsite and dumped their boats, dropping the wet kit into them for later. Steve peeled his wet rash vest off, and stood their topless, enjoying the sun on his skin. He looked down at his body, frowning internally that it was in no shape like the other topless torsos he had seen wandering around the site, and for the millionth time vowed to cut down on the snacks.

He ducked into the tent to change, throwing on a pair of swim-shorts and flipflops, before a wave of tiredness struck him. He lay down, and briefly closed his eyes.

"We're going to go watch the first team if you want?" a voice from outside called.

"I'm good," Steve replied, "think I need a lie down and recover!"

"No worries, see you later," and with that the team left him alone.

He lay back down on the airbed and closed his eyes, but sleep would not come. After about five minutes, he felt a bit more with it, and rolled over and grabbed his phone. Idly, he opened Grindr, just to pass the time and see what Europe had to offer.

He was flicking through profiles when a message popped up

"Hi, nice and close I see."

He clicked on it, and went to the profile, that of 'Anon meet'. With a start, he saw that the location was 25 metres away. Realising it was someone at the tournament, in the very campsite, immediately got his heart racing. Intrigued, he scrolled through the photos, which showed the guy, only 23, nearly 15 years younger than Steve in various poses. It was the last one that got Steve's pulse going more, which showed the guy topless, his tanned abs clear to see.

"Wow, hot pics," he typed a reply.

Moments later he got another message, "Wanna play?". Along with a photo.

Steve clicked on the photo, and immediately felt himself getting hard. The picture, clearly just taken showed the guy naked in his tent, his impressive cock standing proud over those gorgeous abs.

Steve thought for a minute, a random hookup with a guy he'd not met wasn't the smartest idea, but he was feeling horny, and hadn't gotten laid in ages, and he'd regret turning down a chance to get up close and personal with those abs.

"Where are you?" he messaged. Almost immediately he got an image of a tent, with distinctive characteristics.

Steve heaved himself up from lying down, and went to grab his t-shirt, before realising there wasn't much point, it would be coming off again soon. Exiting the tent in just his shorts and sandals, he looked again at the picture, and scanned the small camping area. His eyes landed on the tent in question, tucked away towards the back, away from the main path where people were still coming and going with boats. Taking a deep breath, he slowly made his way to the tent.

"Hello," he called as he reached it, hoping he had the right one.

"Come on in," a voice from inside called, with a faint Dutch accent.

Steve pushed through the open flap of the tent, ducking into the front where kit was scattered about. But his attention was not on the kit of long, as he turned and saw the guy still sprawled naked in the tent, the fly sheet unzipped.

"Fuck," was all he could manage, as his eyes took in the gorgeous guy in front of him. For his part, the guy just smiled, clearly used to the attention. The body was tanned, clearly spending a lot of time in the sun, his muscles under tension as he lay on him elbow, examining Steve back.

After a moment, the guy spoke again, "Are you coming in, or just going to stand there all day?"

Steve smiled, turning to zip the tent up, before turning back to gaze on the finely toned body. He kicked his sandals off, and then tugged his shorts off, letting his own 5-inch cock spring free, it's length already hard as well.

He immediately got to his knees, and took hold of the cut cock that was still standing hard and proud. He felt warm in his hand as he slowly ran his hand up and down its length. The guy let out a gentle murmur of appreciation which turned into a muffled gasp as Steve bowed his head and took the tip into his mouth, letting his tongue tease the slit. He took it out of his mouth, and coyly smiled up at the guy who was gazing down at him. He let his tongue lick up and down the length, tasting the musky taste of sweat, along with the arousal the man was emanating. His hand continued to play with the shaft as he licked up and down, before plunging his lips back over the length, taking the whole head into his mouth this time.

Slowly, he took more until the cock pressed against the back of his throat. Gagging, he pulled back, letting it fall from his mouth, a string of saliva now connecting his mouth to the cock. Taking a breath, he bent back to the task in hand, letting his moth and lips and tongue caress the gorgeous cock before him. He took the cock to his reflex point again, but as he tried to pull back, he felt the guy's hand on his head, gently holding his lips in place, slowly forcing him to take more of the cock in his mouth.

For a moment more he gagged, and then slowly got used to the cock in his mouth, and let it glide down his throat until it's full 6-inch length was inside his moth, him lips pressed up against the man's groin, the short well-trimmed pubes tickling them.

He felt the pressure on his head release, and he puled back, before sicking back down, this time taking the full length in easier. AS he continued to bob up and down the hard cock, his hands were roaming, caressing the guy's abs, feeling the muscles tense and contract as he slowly rocked his hips in time to Steve's movements, forcing the cock deeper into his mouth. The guy was gently panting too, his heart rate increasing as the action hotted up. The tent was warm, the sun beating down causing it to feel like a sauna, and Steve felt sweat forming on his body, even as be focused on the cock.

"Fuck," the guy began to moan, and Steve sensed he was nearly there, so redoubled his efforts. The guy was bucking his hips with more abandon, and with a final cry came, spurting his cum hard into Steve mouth. He sank back to the ground, with Steve's mouth clamped over the pulsing cock, taking the full load of cum in his mouth, the sickly taste coating his tongue. He finished, and Steve let the cum swirl in his mouth before swallowing it all, leaving just a smear of it over his cheek as the cock slipped from his mouth.

"Mm, you can suck cock," the guy smiled, and Steve looked up at him, taking in the tanned face, short brown hair and brown eyes for the first time. The guy was clean shaven, which Steve preferred, and very attractive. Getting off his knees, he moved up onto the airbed so that he was level with the guy. He looked into the guy's eyes and then moved slowly forward. The man responded, their lips meeting, first gently and then with a moan, their lips parted and their tongues entwined, kissing with abandon. They were both on their sides, facing each other, Steve's cock rock hard between them. As they kissed, the guy reached down, and after spitting on his hand for lubrication, took hold of Steve's cock, slowly rubbing up and down it as they continued to make out.

Steve couldn't speak, but was just moaning with pleasure into the kiss as the man's hands played with his cock, then reaching down and caressing his balls. His own hands were wrapped around the guy's body, running up and down his back, gently running over his tight ass. He loved to kiss, tasting the man's mouth as their tongues entwined, trying almost to force it as deep into the other mouth as possible. He was rock hard now, the man's hand incessant in its administrations and he could feel himself rising to orgasm. He tried to hold out, but everything was too much, the feel of the man's hands, the taste of him and with a final moan he came, spurting his cum all over the guy's hand, over his abs and lower body.

They broke their kiss and Steve slowly let him mouth trail over the guy's body, before reaching his own cum, slowly and sensually licking it off the man's body, off the defined abs, off the lower abs where the tanned brown me the paler white skin. They were now almost in a 69 position, and Steve gasped as he felt the guy's hands on his ass, gently separating the cheeks, before a tongue lapped at his hole.

"Fuck," he moaned, as the tongue teased the sensitive skin. Soon a finger joined the tongue, and he moaned in pleasure as it slid into his ass, gently probing and penetrating. He felt the guy's body move, puling out from underneath him, and shuffling around until he as no facing Steve's ass. Steve stayed there, resting on his arms and knees and the guy continued to finger fuck his ass, a second finger now joining the first. He was moaning in pleasure again, not caring who in the neighbouring tents heard what, only caring about feeling the fingers deep inside him. But he wanted more, he wanted the guy's impressive cock buried deep within him, and he let that feeling be know.

"Fuck me," he panted, the heat in the tent now meaning he had beads of sweat running off his body, running down the crack in his ass until they met the hand that was invading his body.

He felt the fingers exit his body, and then the guy's cock, rubbing up against his ass, hard once more. The guy ran his hands over Steve's ass, letting his cock rub up and down the crack of Steve's ass as he did.

"Such a pert ass," the guy said "it needs a good cock inside of it."

"Please, slide your hard cock into my ass," Steve begged, pushing his ass back against the cock.

With that, the guy smiled, and taking his cock in one hand, slowly pushed it into Steve's ass.

"Fuck," Steve moaned in pain and pleasure as the head slowly slid into his ass, which even after the finger fucking was tight.

"So tight," the guy moaned, taking hold of Steve's hips in his hands, and slowly pushing forward, forcing his cock deeper into Steve's ass.

"Ahhh," Steve moaned, the pain slowly disappearing, being replaced by a feeling of pleasure and fulfilment.

He felt the guy's body pressed against his ass, aware his whole cock was inside him now, filling him up. Slowly he pulled out until just the head was in, and then slide all the way in again, this time with more ease as Steve's ass adjusted.

"Harder," Steve moaned, and the guy responded, slowly increasing his speed as he pumped in and out of Steve's ass, his hands puling Steve's ass hard onto his cock so their bodies met with a meaty thwack.

"Ah, ah ah," Steve moaned in time with the thrusts, the other man saying nothing, his heavy breathing the only sound he made. They continued to fuck like this for some time, Steve pressing his ass back in time to the thrusts, feeling the cock work deeper into his ass.

His own cock was hard again, swinging around in time to the thrusts, its hard length slapping against his legs. Suddenly he felt the cock slide fully from his ass and was about to complain when he felt the guy's hands flip him over until he was on his back. The hands the pulled him forward, and took hold of his legs, pulling them up and out so he was straddled, presenting his now gaping ass back to the guy. Quickly, the guy slid his cock back into Steve's ass, and holding onto Steve's legs, began his thrusting once more. This change of angle added more pleasure to Steve and he moaned once more.

Lying there, he looked up at the sexy guy fucking him, his eyes mesmerized as they watch the abs moving like a coiled spring in time to his thrusts, the muscles glistening now with sweat. His eyes moved lower, watching as the hard cock plunged deeply into his ass, feeling it deep inside him as he watched it disappearing. Looking up, past the perfect abs and body the guy's eyes were closed, head thrown back in his own ecstasy.

He slowed, now thrusting as hard as he could, before slowly pulling out, and then slamming his cock deep as possible into Steve's ass.

"fuck" was all Steve could say, this slow and hard fucking even more intense than the faster fucking from before. Each hard thrust sent a wave of pleasure as it pressed against his [prostate, and with a particularly hard thrust felt his second orgasm rising,

"Ah," moaned, as with the next thrust he felt himself cumming again, coating his body with cum that spurted up to his chest. He'd never cum hands free before, but enjoyed having the cum literally fucked out of him.

The guy increased his speed again, now sliding in and out of Steve's ass quicker, only half pulling out before sliding in again. Steve was spent, and was just lying on the sleeping bag now, breathing hard as the guy came again, pumping his cum deep inside his ass, never slowing as he did. Finally, he finished, and pulling his cock frere with a plop, pulling cum out as he did, he let Steve's legs drop to the ground.

The guy flopped on the sleeping bag beside him, breathing hard. "Fuck I needed that," he said, "your ass was incredible."

"Your cock wasn't bad either," Steve smiled, "I'm glad I bothered to check my phone."

"Me too," the guy smiled, "but you best be going, "I've got a game in 15 minutes and need to get ready.

"Ah, sure," steve replied, sad not to be able to spend more time in the tent, "good luck. and thanks."

He grabbed his shorts, and puled them up, before unzipping the tent and sliding into his sandals. Guiltily, he looked around to see if anyone saw him leave, but no one was bothered, and so he stood, painfully aware of the stains that the cum leaking form his ass would be leaving on his shorts, and made his way back to his own tent.