Michael Wood

This event took place just before the AIDS crisis and therefore condoms weren't used.

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I had secured my first supervisory position at a haulage and distribution company and Michael was one of the 11 drivers I had responsibility for. I was 25, he was about 10 years older than myself and about 15 years younger than the rest. He was, I understood, single and lived with his parents since his long term live-in girlfriend fleeced him and made him move out of the house he had completely renovated for her in his spare time. The joke that Eunice the Stock Controller and I had was that he was good with his hands. That was one of the jokes anyway. As he was one of the few drivers to seemingly not give a damn about my unhidden sexuality and actually treated me respectfully, if the answer to a question was "Michael Wood" then Eunice would always add "I think Michael certainly Wood" and give me a wink.

Apart from Turbo Holdsworth, Michael (or to be accurate Mickey as he was known) was the only one who looked like he worked out or exercised. The other guys seemed to like the Transport Cafés and Truck Stop Canteens more than hard graft.

I had once seen Mickey in his underwear after a charity game of cricket that I took part in briefly. I am quite athletic and used to run cross country as well as swim but team sports and contact sports weren't my thing. I played like a girl when you were allowed to say such a thing. Mickey and I were last from our side to leave the pitch and only as I was a late addition to replace Turbo who had grown bored and left, leaving us short of a man. I had gone along as support and had organised getting our team together so there was no backing out really. In the end, we lost but not hugely and it was in aid of a good cause. And I got to change with Mickey although we didn't shower together, just got out of our cricket gear and in to our civvies in the changing area. But he smiled when he caught me taking a sly peak at him in just his plain unflattering chain store briefs, though he looked to be packing a punch. Other than that he was taller than myself at maybe 6' 1 or 6' 2, slim but not wirey and he had certainly benefited from manual labour.

We didn't work Saturdays or Sundays and so every Friday afternoon was a race for the drivers to finish as early as possible, collect their weekly cash payment (lunch allowance) and depart for beer and a shag with the missus. Pleasantries were usually exchanged and the weekend beckoned. One such afternoon, Mickey was last back from his deliveries, pretty much par for the course, and I had to wait until all the delivery notes and paper work was in order to pass to Administration before I could leave. Mickey asked my plans for the weekend for which I had little organised. In fact I was going to have a sunbed at the local leisure centre (back when you could do such a thing) but thought telling him I was topping up my tan might be a bit too gay so said I was probably going to the leisure centre for a sauna before lunch and then meeting friends in the afternoon. In fact, I probably was meeting friends at the toilets in the Motorway Services, I just hadn't yet made their acquaintance yet.

Saturday morning came and I did my weekly shop early, ahead of pensioners who can go to supermarkets in the week (but don't) and workers who go mid morning on Saturday after spending their weekly lunch allowance on Friday night drink before rising late the next morning... About 11h30 I arrived for my pre-booked sunbed and headed to the sauna area where the tanning booth was.

Normally I was the only person there, occasionally there would be a sauna user and at certain times of year there were more sunbed users if they were getting some colour to their pale, northern English skin before heading on a package holiday to sunnier climes. Today the sunbed was being used and I didn't really have chance to see who by so I went and sat in the otherwise empty sauna until the sunbed became free. It had been turned on as usual and I suspected I was the first user of the day as the floor outside was completely dry and the showers didn't look like they had been in use,

After a few minutes, I heard the water running and as no one had come in through the entrance to the sauna suite, I guessed the sunbed was free and so I left the heat and went to goggle up and lie down in the electric UV. I didn't even catch a sly peek of who had been in there before me as the shower curtain (cheap white plastic) was pulled across as I passed by. My 20 minute session was soon over and I had snoozed a little but it became quite hot towards the end as it was warm to start with from the previous user.

I too jumped straight in the shower to wash off all of the sweat and really cleaned myself good. I then decided to have another release of toxins in the sauna, assuming I was by myself and that the guy who had been on the sunbed before me had showered and left. Wrong I was, and incredibly surprised. But if you know my style of true story telling and encounters by now, you won't be. Yes, sitting on the lower of the 2 wooden benches with his back to the wall and facing the door as I entered was none other than... Mickey Wood.

I didn't know what to say or do but had thankfully wrapped my towel around my waist, there's something awkward about seeing people you know naked that isn't there with strangers. Mickey was sat with his towel draped over his hips so I couldn't see anything of his meat and could well have been wearing trunks as some guys do in saunas. I sat on the upper shelf and he was on the lower.

Conversation was strange but polite, trying not to talk about work (the one thing we had in common) and at the same time me desperate to ask if he was a regular or newbie at the Sports Centre. Eventually I got it out of him that he usually went for a sunbed on a Saturday morning elsewhere but I was sworn to secrecy and wasn't to tell the other drivers, but having realised he could combine it with a sauna after our discussion the day before made him pop along for a session.

I kept trying to catch a glance of his body without looking too pervie, averting my eyes when he looked at me. He had hairy forearms and lower legs and a very small amount of chest hair but otherwise was pretty smooth. After a couple of minutes he stood up to go for a shower and to cool off, holding the towel in front of himself so nothing was revealed but I saw he wasn't wearing anything else and as he had his back to me, I saw the magnificent beauty of his excellently proportioned arse. Muscular, bronzed and smooth. Just before he closed the door, he looked around, saw that I was clearly admiring his buttocks and gave me a cheeky grin.

No sooner had he finished his shower than he came straight back into the dry heat of the sauna. He made for the upper shelf where I was, making me budge up and still covering his modesty with a towel. I was hot now but really didn't want to leave at that moment so dropped down to the shelf below. Mickey was chattering away about some crap or other but as he had edged forward, and due to the raising of one foot on to the upper bench, the head of his cock was peeping out from under his towel. I don't think he realised and either his foreskin was pulled back or he was cut, that much I could tell. He carried on talking and I couldn't then help but stare at the end of his dick, my own starting to stir under my towel, by now not wrapped around my waist but like Mickey's, draped over my cock. I had, however, lowered mine to reveal my bush which I sported back then in my pre- pube shaving days. Mickey locked eyes with me, clearly and finally noticing my gaze. I looked away, pretending to look at the floor. When I looked back at him, he had adjusted his towel. So much so that he had removed it from his cock all together and was sat completely exposed. And if I wasn't mistaken, semi erect. That in itself was a surprise, but I was taken with the generous size of his testicles hanging down in his sack and the fact that he was completely shaved, one of the first smooth cocks I had seen. I honestly didn't know what to do or say and my own cock swelled a little more.

Mickey closed his eyes, smiled, and leant back against the wooden wall of the sauna, which I knew from experience was hot. I watched as he inhaled slowly and deeply and in doing so his cock grew to be fully hard and erect. In some ways, the surprise was that, having seen him before in his cheap underwear and thinking he was a big boy, much of the bulge must have been those fulsome bollocks, as his hard shaft was probably just smaller than my own, a cute and cut five incher. His looked so neat and perfect though, symmetrical and void of markings or visible veins, curving slightly with the end pointing in to his stomach a little . I stood up and moved to be right in front of him. He opened his eyes, I think to confirm that I wasn't leaving the sauna cabin, and saw I was facing him. He closed his eyes again and I placed a hand on each of his knees, leaned forward and took the head of his cock in my mouth, sucking gently and licking his piss slit which I had hoped would taste of the precum I had seen starting to form at the tip.

Mickey immediately made a low approving murmur and I sucked some more before taking more of his throbbing shaft in my mouth. I moved my head forwards and backwards slowly, each time taking his meat deeper in my mouth and I was careful not to gag as I could get all of the length in my mouth if I relaxed- and I wanted to take it all in to please the both of us. Once the tip was somewhere near the back of my throat, I locked on to him and fumbled for those great big balls of his to caress them and Mickey edged forward so they were hanging over the edge of the bench, making it easier for me. My own balls love being stroked downwards and so I gently did that to Mickey's, milking some more of his salty precum as I went.

My own towel was left where I had been sat and so I was completely naked of course and my own cock was rock solid. Knowing Mickey's history (ie the ex girlfriend) I wasn't sure what he was looking for and suspected, from my limited experiences at that time with so called straight guys or the secretive bi-curious, he was just wanting a blow job. And if so, as long as I was able to taste his seed, I wanted nothing more in return and was happy to oblige. I continued to suck, seemingly to his liking, and he lifted his hips approvingly.

After a few more of my head bobbings, he put his hands on my shoulders, up to this point they had remained firmly by his side. He seemed to sit up a little more upright and stopped me from worshipping that prick any more with my mouth. I looked at him, quizzically, hoping he wasn't having second thoughts or regrets, as he stepped down and we were both level. Well almost, him being about 3 inches taller than me. He smiled. And then, using my shoulders, he manoeuvred me around. I faced the wall and instinctively spread my legs a little, as he moved in and pressed against me, hugging one of his arms around my stomach. I felt his hard-on at the top of my ass crack, pointing up my back, and pressed back against it.

I made as much saliva as I could in my mouth and quietly spat it on to my middle and pointer finger and reached under my taint to wet my hole, repeating as I grinded against his cock. Back then I wasn't as experienced with anal, in fact I'd almost decided I could live without it after a couple of uncomfortable experiences, but Mickey's cock was both beautiful and a size I thought I could- and would like to- accomodate. I was also curious about his experiences in that department but he relaxed his grip and used plenty of his own spit to get his cock good and wet so I guessed he knew what he was doing.

Pointing his knob downwards, I felt it rub over my ring, causing me to twitch and relax so that the next time his tip found my wet hole, it could slip in. I'm guessing it was the rock hardness combined with the upward bend to his dick that helped his end find my wet and waiting anus so soon and I twitched slightly as he hit the bullseye. He was so fucking hard and my ring so moist, once I relaxed then the bell end slipped in. I think my previous fucks, the ones that I hadn't enjoyed, were because we'd gone too fast and too deep. I've learned to love and master the shallower fuck, clamping my sphincter around a knob end gives pleasure to the guy screwing me as it's the most sensitive part of their tool and apart from rubbing my prostate (which causes me to ooze spunk and precum generously) the opening is where the nerve endings give me the greatest sensation too. Win- win!

I relaxed a little so that he could enter a little more, still squeezing and clamping down every few seconds so he didn't take it too fast, and I felt him just nudge my g-spot which caused me to leak precum of my own, dripping down to the floor like a thin hair from the tip of my semi hard dick. My own cock usually softens somewhat when I'm being fucked unless I (or the guy fucking me) wank it and I had my hands on the wall in front like I was being strip searched by the police. Mickey's were now on my waist, not really steadying either of us but more for reassurance. He rythmically rocked his hips slowly, pleasuring us both in the process and concentrating on doing so, I think he wanted to enjoy the moment. I certainly was.

He wasn't in too deep, nor thrusting too hard but just determinedly moving in and out by an inch or so, brushing the ridge of his knob head against my prostate with each gyration. He bent forward and nibbled my neck which I loved (and moaned approvingly so he'd do it some more). In fact he started sucking quite hard and chewing a little which hurt but in a good way, making me feel used and cheap, just what I needed. I took my hands from the wall and lost some balance, almost being pressed up against it. It was hot against my chest but I had other things on my mind and used my hands to part my cheeks a little and then tried to reach back and pull Mickey in a little further.

His breathing through his nose quickened and he sucked harder on my neck, his rockings also speeding up to an unstoppable pace and I knew he was ready to shoot. I had a light grip of him somewhere around his hips, he could have pulled out if he'd wanted to but I was eager to let him know where I wanted his juice deposited. He took the hint and began to unload. Wow. I can't say how many pumps of spunk he made up my arse as the first few big ones were followed by many little pulses and he held himself steady for a long time afterwards, still with his hands on my hips and with his mouth clamped down on my neck. In fact, he held still until his cock softened and slipped unaided out of my hole.

I never came at that moment, once Mickey had slipped out of me, he went straight to the shower and I sat gingerly on the lower bench, warm both outside from the heat of the cabin and warm within. Once he'd finished, I went and took a cooling shower too and he got his clothes from the locker and dressed as I did so. No words spoken.

He smiled and waved as he left and I think I smiled to myself for the rest of the day, even after calling at the Motorway Services toilets on the way home to let some stranger wank me dry u der the cubicle divider.

Monday morning back at work, it was one of the other drivers who noticed one of the many marks on my neck, the only bite high enough to not be hidden by the highest collared shirt I could find.

"Good weekend?" he asked.

I smiled, nodding affirmatively.

"You and Mickey?" he said. I'm not sure if I blushed or went as white as a sheet, my skin certainly tingled as I undoubtedly changed colour.

"What?" I asked, thinking maybe Mickey had told the others he ass fucked me but genuinely shocked at such a remote possibility.

"Mickey had a good weekend too," he explained. "Got back with his girlfriend on Saturday night."

That gave me great pleasure (and relief) and in fact it was to be several months later before I had similar uncomplicated pleasure and relief at the Leisure Centre. But I had a nice tan all winter...