An X rated shaggy dog story - and a true one at that.

gaymen2
Jun 27
8 min read

By Christopher F.

As I walked my dog in an isolated area of woodland just outside of town, I was pleased to see so few people about after a busy morning full of people. Chatter chatter - noise noise - high pitched screaming women's voices screeching above everything else, and noise noise and more noise. I had a headache. All morning, loud in my ear. I needed to get away from all the drama - I was pleased to be isolated somewhere quiet, just me and my dog, until:-

After a while this medium size dog came running out of the trees towards us and wanted to play, and the two dogs ran off chasing each other in fun, and that's when I saw its owner coming slowly towards me, and from 100 years away, I could see something huge wobbling around in his sweat pants. You couldn't miss it.

'Sorry - my dog is a bit boisterous' he called out - calling his dog away 'That's fine' - I answwered ' Mine is just the same - full of life and always wants to play.'

'So it's okay for them to play together ?' he asked walking up to me.

'Oh sure - it does them good to socialize with other dogs and helps then let off steam.' I answered

'That's true, and saves me having to walk miles as well if they just make their own fun...' he laughed.

By now we were close to each other watching the dogs dart in and out of the trees and bushes, chasing each other in a frenzy of tails wagging, teeth flashing and you really could see the dogs were enjoying the game time together. We chatted for 10 or 15 minutes while the dogs played and that's when he said 'You like what you see.'

as he caught me checking out the bulge in the sweatpants.

'It's hard to miss. is it real ?'

He laughed and told me that yes, it was real and how he loved this time of the year when he could go comando - with no underwear, and loved the feel of things naturally bouncing around on their own.

Before I had an opportunity to respond, he said

'I'll show you if you like.'

and with that, he plopped out his cock and balls, right there, out of his sweat pants and OH MY GOD it was impressive. Big fat uncut cock and big balls.

I stood there for probably 5 seconds - which seemed like an hour - thinking - 'Is this really happening or am I dreaming...'

As I stood there with my eyes popping out my head and my jaw down on the ground, and before I said anything - he pulled his sweatpants right down to the ground and lifted up his sweatshirt to reveal this - well - breathtaking body. Slim and toned, tanned and smooth, and truly lovely, and there - half way up, was this outstanding, and may I say ENORMOUS cock and big balls, and clearly he was as impressed as I was.

It all happened so fast.

He glanced around, and I thought he was checking on his dog but he was checking if anyone else was around and then slipped out of his sweat pants and took off the sweater and just stood there stark bollock naked ( except for his pumps ) and while I thought this incredibly bold, he said he was a naturist, and I said so was I - he asked why I was still dressed then...

I was so excited and nervous all at the same time that I was shaking , and fumbled to get my shorts down and reveal myself to him - and before I had my shorts half way down, he just went to his knees, grabbed my cock and balls, and started sucking on it like a real pro, and God it was unexpected and so good.

My dick was harder than I think it had been in months as he slurped my dick deep down his throat without choking and sucked and played down there for an age.

Eventually he came up and said ' You want to follow me - come on - follow me '- and he gathered his clothes, called his dog and I followed him through the woods wondering ' Is he a murderer, no one knows I am here, am I insane - all for a bit of cock ?' - but as these thoughts went through my head, my eyes were transfixed on his naked frame walking ahead of me, playing with his dog, playing with his cock and checking I was still with him. Even from behind I could still see this monster meat flopping around in front of him.

That's when I saw it.

An old campervan hidden away under the trees - totally unseen from any angle and I did wonder how the hell he found this place and how he got his van in here, but I wasn't that bothered and didn't really give a damn, as he led me into the campervan and told me to strip.

I didn't need telling twice.

We played, in and out of the van for the next couple of hours.

I was in no hurry.

He was in no hurry.

I had no place special to be.

He was already in his place.

So it was great fun.

He was otherwise homeless. He had a job as a goundsman for a local estate - but still couldn't afford local rents so was hidden away here in the woods and he stated that I was the first person to have found him and his van in over 3 months of being there. We chatted about living in a van and he showed me round and told me how he collected rain water and relied of solar for his lights and heating but that in the woods, the solar was not very reliable, and he was cold some nights, even now in this usual changeable British summer.

Eventually I did have to leave and get home, which while only a twenty minute drive away, seemed to take forever as my thoughts were back in the campervan.

I had given him my address and told him to contact me soon as I might be able to help him and his housing situation, and his puzzled look spoke volumes but I wasn't going to give it all away too soon. I wanted to surprise him. After all, I wanted more...

A few days later the phone rang and it was him. He said he was free that evening and I invited him over for a home cooked meal, ( I did a roast and he said he hadn't had a roast in some years as van life prohibited that sort of cooking ) and tempted him with a propper shower as well, which delighted him, and his eyes were wide open when I opened the door naked and he came in and after dinner and lots of sex - he asked how I thought I could help him.

I took him out into my back garden and revealed all. I told him how in lockdown I had watched all these YouTube videos of peole like him who lived in their vans, and I had a campervan of my own - ( and this is where his head lifted up and REALLY took notice ) - and how I had never used it. It was 95% complete after buying an old ambulance and a friend converted it for me, at great expense - but that I had never yet used it and it had been 2 years. It was parked at the back of my house beside the garage, and having a half acre plot, meant it was quite hidden from the road and even the neighbours couldn't see it.

So naturally out we went and I showed him my van, all new and sparkling. Double bed, Lounge area, TV, Fridge freezer, only cold water but a propper cooking area with 2 rings of gas stove and even a built in music system, black out blinds, a diesel heater and various curtains to make areas private and even a brand new engine and tyres - all brand new, and linked up to mains electric if the solar was not enough, and his eyes were full of surprise and ' Why didn't you mention you had your own van the other day ?'

I told him how I was often taken for granted by people and how difficult it was for me to trust because I have the big house and how so many take advantage, and we talked and - he was a really nice genuine guy. The estate he worked at paid him well and thought highly of him ( maintenance man / gardener ) but knew nothing about his financial or housing troubles. He had been married and had a house, car and everything until his wife divorced him and took the lot, left him with this old campervan of his, and other than that, he was broke - or skint - as he put it.

Well within a month - as you have guessed, and against my friends concern, I let him move into my van and park his up near mine behind the garage and as it was no further to work for him, and he had the use of a shower and a propper cooked meal if and when in the house with me, he was delighted, as was I.

First: We continued being sex friends - nothing more - not lovers or anything like that, just good friends who looked out for each other, and he slept and lived in the van and we formed the perfect relationship.

Second: Our dogs got on like a house on fire and it was great to see how they played and walked and even slept together.

Third: It was company for me at weekends, and for him , and in the winter months he moved into the house but never took advantage and not that I expected gratitude, as I really don't, but he was always very good and never took advantage.

I had seen the Maggie Smith movie ' The Lady in the Van' and we had both laughed about it and he promised not to throw shit onto my lawn, and we did share a very similar sense of humour, which was also a good point to share.

He's been in my van now for almost 5 years and we still have regular sex together, still go naked in the wood and in the garden here at home and still keep the emotional distance to save our friendship and it worked out really well for us both. He still works at the estate and offers me money for food and rent which I occasionally accept, as a gesture, but otherwise, he has got himself out from his breakup and loss of home and respect and feels great about life after a hard time back then.

I do know that one day he will leave and get on with his life and he would be welcome to take my campervan with him as - although he doesn't know, I put it in his name a couple of years ago in case anything happened to me and he was protected.

And all from walking the dog one day and staring at a strange mans huge bulge in his sweats.

CF