In this story I was 18 years old. Me being a white, pretty musculair, blond European guy. At this time I was on summer holiday in France together with my parents. They had rented a caravan and I stayed a bit futher down the field in a tent. During this summer I really got into playing Diabolo (two sticks and a spinning top you launch into the air and catch).
I got noticed playing the Diabolo by a neighbour a few tents down the line. He was a 28 year old, shirtless, French guy. musculair and with a buzzcut. He offered to help me and started to give me tips. It was a bit difficult to understand since his English was not great. Luckely his body was. I had a bit off experience with guys and really liked it. So when he was talking to me, giving me tips, grabbing my hand to help me with the rithym of the sticks, I just got this horny feeling in the pit off my stomach.
So that night I jerked off thinking about his body and decided I would try to tease him. The following days we would often play Diabolo and I made sure he would have reason enough to touch me by being terrible at Diabolo. After a few days on an evening he sat in front of his tent drinking and he invited me over. That night we got slightly drunk together, he asked me why I didn’t have a girlfriend yet. I answered that I am still young and wanted to experiment more. There was a brief silence after that and I could just feel his internal doubt. After a while I left him sitting in front of his tent and I went to mine to go to bed. But I made sure to tease him one more time. Instead of undressing in my small tent (which was a clumpsy process anyways) I took my clothes of in front of my tent, making sure he could see me. I could feel his eyes scanning me from top to bottom.
This tension lingered. A few days later we went swimming at the campsite pool. It was not big but had a waterslide. Knowing how good guys can look in swimming trunks, I choose my thightest ones, making sure they clung thightly against my body when they got wet. During the swim the tension got almost tangible. I was not the only one with nice swimming trunks, when his got wet I inmiddiatly noticed the outline of his cock in his wet trunks and it was a very decent size. The entire afternoon we could not stop looking at eachother and finding reasons to touch eachother. The slide made for a nice oppertunity to tease him again. It was a pretty slow slide, so when he was standing behind me at the top of the slide I said to him that sliding on bare skin makes you go faster. And just before I went to slide I dropped my pants down to just below my ass. Flashing him my bare cheeks.
That night we were drinking at his tent again. And we started to share sex stories, all about girls tho but really looking into eachothers eyes while talking about dirty details. That night when I went to my tent I undressed again with him looking from a far. But instead of closing my tent I went inside and tossed my underpants out. And waited…
I layed down on my belly with my feet toward the tents exit. The waiting took longer then I thought. But eventually I heared him approach, stop for a few seconds and then he slowly crawled over me until he could whisper in my ear how crazy my boy’s ass had driven him. And I felt the prove because damn his cock was pressing hard against my ass. He closed my tent and before I knew it he kissed down my back to my ass and spreaded my cheeks, his tongue felt so good.
At first I struggled to take his size but the rest of the holiday I rode his cock until he creampied me every night.