MY RAIN FRIEND 2
Posted: August 5th, 2019, 10:14 am
As predicted the rain fell solidly all day. I dressed the same as before, It made me feel very excited, because of what had happened at the cinema and what I wanted to happen today.
At lunchtime I strolled around our local dogging area brushing my Pacamac against the wet bushes allowing my sleeves to be covered with the rainwater.
When I thought I was sufficiently wet and shiny I texted
AM WET ALL OVER DO U WANT ME?
No answer. I walked around not seeing anyone and still no answer. I was still thinking about my first visit to the cinema and how exciting it was finding a seat in the darkness and a total stranger sitting beside me and touching me.
I checked my watch, lunchtime. I wondered if it was open so early. I walked into the shady area of town and saw that the little cinema was open. In fact, a guy with a long black oilskin raincoat was just entering the building. I waited a couple of minutes before crossing the road, climbing the stairs and paying my entrance fee.
Hello again, said the old man behind reception. The manager gave me this envelope to pass on to you if ever you returned.
The black oilskin guy was nowhere to be seen.
I put the envelope into my pocket and went inside the cinema. The same film as yesterday was playing. The place was almost empty, but it still felt and smelt wonderfully seedy and sexy. I sat in the same seat as before hoping something might happen.
Two guys further down near the screen were kissing and another guy on his own appeared to be playing with himself.
Then it happened. The guy in the black oilskin raincoat sat quietly beside me. My heart was pounding. His leg touched mine. I pushed gently back against it. He backed off then did it again. In the darkness I felt his hand press down on my crutch. I couldn’t help it, I placed my hand on his crutch, his shiny oilskin fell open exposing his erection. He squeezed me harder. I licked my lips, turned and went down on him taking his quite large cock into my mouth.
I licked and sucked enthusiastically, He tensed and came suddenly into my mouth.
He gave my cock one last squeeze, patted my leg and abruptly left. I was devastated. I sat alone a while longer willing him to return or somebody. Nobody did. It’s always the case, when you really need someone they are never there.
I couldn’t take another rerun of the porn film anymore, after a longing look around the cinema I left.
Down the stairs and out into the cold grey rainy day.
Stood opposite the cinema leaning against a large motor home was the man in the oilskins, arms folded as if waiting for something or someone.
He signalled to me to come across. Like a trained animal I did.
Can I take you somewhere? He asked.
I smiled and said, Anywhere.
I know where that is, he said smiling.
We walked around to the middle entrance door. He opened it, put one foot on the step, his raincoat fell open and instead of oilskin trousers, he was wearing oilskin chaps. His manhood was exposed for all to see.
He helped me inside the motor home his hands were all over my balls and backside. He closed my door and entered the driver’s compartment.
I was enjoying this experience, being captured by a man in black shiny oilskins, having serviced him and not knowing what was going to happen next.
We drove for only half an hour before he stopped. I looked out of the windows and realised we were parked on the banks of a reservoir.
He slowly entered the motorhome from the middle entrance, the rain made his raincoat glisten sexily. He opened his raincoat fully revealing his naked chest and below, his oilskin chaps, his cock fully exposed and erect.
Suck me again, he demanded. He pushed himself towards me and into my mouth. His hands clasped around my neck as he pushed in and out of me. I didn’t want to resist him. He was so powerful. Suddenly it was all over, he had used me twice.
He stood up and took off his chaps and raincoat, his body looked very fit. He undid the buttons of my Pacamac, pulled it off and did the same with my jeans.
He stood over me smiling confidently. Okay, put my gear on, I need to feel oilskin against my skin.
It was a brilliant experience wearing his oilskin. The wonderful aroma and the way it creaked when I moved.
I collapsed on his settee and he began to finish me off. Suddenly he stopped, stood up and put on my plastic Pacamac. His erection was pushing through the material No, No, I gasped. He moaned as he began to feverishly rub his hands over his oilskin raincoat. He came in loads I could feel the warmth of his cum trickling over my exposed balls.
We laid side by side for some time enjoying the moment. He stood up went to a cupboard and produced a shiny rubber hood. He carefully pulled it over my face making sure the eye and nose holes were correctly lined up. He inserted a rubber plug through the mouth hole then proceeded to gently massage my cum covered balls. His oilskin raincoat creaked as I squirmed with pleasure.
I heard the quiet sound of a vibrator, then felt it working my balls. I had an earth-shattering orgasm. I tried to cry out, but the rubber plug prevented me.
He helped me sit upright and I stroked his Pacamac covered chest with one hand and my own oilskin covered body with the other. The most perfect erotic sensation.
At lunchtime I strolled around our local dogging area brushing my Pacamac against the wet bushes allowing my sleeves to be covered with the rainwater.
When I thought I was sufficiently wet and shiny I texted
AM WET ALL OVER DO U WANT ME?
No answer. I walked around not seeing anyone and still no answer. I was still thinking about my first visit to the cinema and how exciting it was finding a seat in the darkness and a total stranger sitting beside me and touching me.
I checked my watch, lunchtime. I wondered if it was open so early. I walked into the shady area of town and saw that the little cinema was open. In fact, a guy with a long black oilskin raincoat was just entering the building. I waited a couple of minutes before crossing the road, climbing the stairs and paying my entrance fee.
Hello again, said the old man behind reception. The manager gave me this envelope to pass on to you if ever you returned.
The black oilskin guy was nowhere to be seen.
I put the envelope into my pocket and went inside the cinema. The same film as yesterday was playing. The place was almost empty, but it still felt and smelt wonderfully seedy and sexy. I sat in the same seat as before hoping something might happen.
Two guys further down near the screen were kissing and another guy on his own appeared to be playing with himself.
Then it happened. The guy in the black oilskin raincoat sat quietly beside me. My heart was pounding. His leg touched mine. I pushed gently back against it. He backed off then did it again. In the darkness I felt his hand press down on my crutch. I couldn’t help it, I placed my hand on his crutch, his shiny oilskin fell open exposing his erection. He squeezed me harder. I licked my lips, turned and went down on him taking his quite large cock into my mouth.
I licked and sucked enthusiastically, He tensed and came suddenly into my mouth.
He gave my cock one last squeeze, patted my leg and abruptly left. I was devastated. I sat alone a while longer willing him to return or somebody. Nobody did. It’s always the case, when you really need someone they are never there.
I couldn’t take another rerun of the porn film anymore, after a longing look around the cinema I left.
Down the stairs and out into the cold grey rainy day.
Stood opposite the cinema leaning against a large motor home was the man in the oilskins, arms folded as if waiting for something or someone.
He signalled to me to come across. Like a trained animal I did.
Can I take you somewhere? He asked.
I smiled and said, Anywhere.
I know where that is, he said smiling.
We walked around to the middle entrance door. He opened it, put one foot on the step, his raincoat fell open and instead of oilskin trousers, he was wearing oilskin chaps. His manhood was exposed for all to see.
He helped me inside the motor home his hands were all over my balls and backside. He closed my door and entered the driver’s compartment.
I was enjoying this experience, being captured by a man in black shiny oilskins, having serviced him and not knowing what was going to happen next.
We drove for only half an hour before he stopped. I looked out of the windows and realised we were parked on the banks of a reservoir.
He slowly entered the motorhome from the middle entrance, the rain made his raincoat glisten sexily. He opened his raincoat fully revealing his naked chest and below, his oilskin chaps, his cock fully exposed and erect.
Suck me again, he demanded. He pushed himself towards me and into my mouth. His hands clasped around my neck as he pushed in and out of me. I didn’t want to resist him. He was so powerful. Suddenly it was all over, he had used me twice.
He stood up and took off his chaps and raincoat, his body looked very fit. He undid the buttons of my Pacamac, pulled it off and did the same with my jeans.
He stood over me smiling confidently. Okay, put my gear on, I need to feel oilskin against my skin.
It was a brilliant experience wearing his oilskin. The wonderful aroma and the way it creaked when I moved.
I collapsed on his settee and he began to finish me off. Suddenly he stopped, stood up and put on my plastic Pacamac. His erection was pushing through the material No, No, I gasped. He moaned as he began to feverishly rub his hands over his oilskin raincoat. He came in loads I could feel the warmth of his cum trickling over my exposed balls.
We laid side by side for some time enjoying the moment. He stood up went to a cupboard and produced a shiny rubber hood. He carefully pulled it over my face making sure the eye and nose holes were correctly lined up. He inserted a rubber plug through the mouth hole then proceeded to gently massage my cum covered balls. His oilskin raincoat creaked as I squirmed with pleasure.
I heard the quiet sound of a vibrator, then felt it working my balls. I had an earth-shattering orgasm. I tried to cry out, but the rubber plug prevented me.
He helped me sit upright and I stroked his Pacamac covered chest with one hand and my own oilskin covered body with the other. The most perfect erotic sensation.