That hot summer when I first met Carl continued for what seemed like months. We met up together every weekend and made our way to the secret hollows that were close to the local nudist beach. The pattern was much the same - we'd kiss and undress each other, eager to touch each other's hardening cocks. Mutual masturbation, giving each other blow jobs through the day, and swallowing our cum together. In between, we got to know each other better as we chatted about each other's lives away from the beach. After a month or so, I realised that I was having loving feelings towards Carl and wanted more in our relationship - I started to think of him as a boyfriend and that I wanted to see him more often.
Another couple of weeks passed when I decided to confront Carl with how I felt. We had found ourselves one of the hollows as usual and had our usual first wanking session. I was cleaning up the cum from his stomach, and as always, he was hardening again. I took him in my mouth, relishing the fact that he hardened fully whilst I did that. It didn't take too long before I felt his cock twitch slightly, and I had his sweet, salty, and tasty cum hitting the back of my throat to be gratefully swallowed.
This was my moment to confess how I felt about Carl. I told him that I was beginning to love him and wanted to see him more often. I added that I wanted him to be my boyfriend and that maybe we could go away together and sleep in the same bed. I asked him if he wanted to fuck me whilst we were away and for it to be our time together. At the end of my monologue, I bowed my head, knowing that I would probably have gone bright red with embarrassment at my confession and had tears in my eyes, thinking he would say no.
He chuckled again and put his hand on my chin to gently lift my head to look him fully in the face. He told me he had never had a boyfriend before and had loved meeting me every week. He admitted that he liked the idea of us going away together and even suggested booking a caravan park holiday close to a larger town or city. That way, it would seem as if we were two lads away enjoying the nightlife rather than lovers. He added that I could buy the condoms, and he would get some lube for my first time.
A few weeks later saw us in my car heading towards the destination I had chosen for our 4-day holiday together. We arrived mid-afternoon, and thanks to my early check-in arrangement, we were able to go straight to our allotted caravan. It wasn't long before we had closed some of the curtains and stripped each other naked. I was soon on my knees and had Carl's cock in my mouth and was eagerly bobbing my head up and down his shaft, I was taken by surprise by a grunt from Carl followed by the familiar twitch of his cock. I was rewarded by an enormous load of cum hitting my throat - too much to swallow, as some dripped out of my mouth and down my chin.
Carl turned around and went into one of the bags he had with him and pulled out a tube of lube. He told me to get the condoms and sit on the large sofa that ran across one of the walls of the caravan. Before coming to join me, he asked if I was sure about him fucking me because it might hurt. I nodded eagerly, and he knelt down in front of me, spread my legs, and told me to put my feet up onto the sofa as well. Whilst I got into position, he had taken the top off the lube and was spreading some onto his fingers. Before long, he had my cock in his mouth, but this time was different as I felt his fingers circling the tight entrance to my anus. As Carl continued giving me a blow job, his fingers started to prise their way into my ass, slowly going in and out ever deeper. One finger became two as he twisted them around, burrowing into my virgin ass. The intrusion from Carl's fingers wasn't painful, more of a sore feeling as he stretched my hole wider, and then added a third finger. That pushed me over the edge as I came hard - Carl also struggled to swallow my load as some spattered across my stomach.
He stood up, bent over me as he still had his fingers buried deep in my ass, and asked me to open one of the condoms. I noticed Carl was hard again as I looked down and opened one of the packets. He told me I was to put it on him as he added more lube to my ass and then onto his condom encased cock. He knelt down again and moved his cock so that it could take over the space left by his fingers. It was then I felt his warm hardness entering my hole until the head was fully inside. Some pain for me at this point, but not bad, as the feeling of being stretched and filled slowly became easier. More lube was added as Carl started to thrust his cock further into my depths and then out again—each time I felt him go a little deeper. He soon began to pump faster, and it wasn't long before I felt his cock twitch and he collapsed on top of me. After a short recovery, he withdrew his softening cock whilst holding the condom and wiped us clean with a flannel he had produced.
For the next couple of days, we hardly got dressed or left our temporary abode. Carl fucked me several times in different positions - doggy, missionary and cowboy. I found being on top to be my favourite position, and it was the one where I was able to take him fully into my ass. There was a further benefit in that I was able to wank over his chest, or for him to lean forward to take my cockhead into his mouth.
We also found time to talk and plan our future together - living in a two-bed flat seemed the ideal solution. We could pretend to have our own room and be sharing all the costs together. A couple of months after we got back from that holiday, that is exactly what we ended up doing. We still visit the nudist beach every summer, but no longer have to visit those secret hollows where it all started. We have stopped using condoms, so I get to feel Carl's warm spunk hitting the depths of my ass every time, which I love.
Next week is our second anniversary of that holiday, and I intend to ask Carl to be my life partner—wish me luck that he says "Yes."
