Big Dipper

BIG DIPPER
By Lance
(HIM#13.March.1977)

Harvey never missed going to the fair at Bank Holidays. He regretted the closing down of the fun fair at Battersea, but Hamstead Heath still had plenty of attractions. For Harvey, the attractions were crowds of guy, nearly all wearing tight jeans and trousers, wandering around sometimes in gangs, swearing and whooping it up. The warm weather also meant thin but tight T-shirts were the rule, often with saucy motifs on too.

Harvey hadn't "come out" yet. In his second year at university, he cursed the day he chose London University, because it meant he would be living at home with mum. Now if he'd chosen Manchester, or Surrey, he'd be in digs with a couple of guys from the Union's Gay Society, and — well, what was the good of regretting it now. He wasn't a virgin by any means, but it was more like one night stands with a college chum, before going home to mum.

Harvey could have passed for a Colt type. His athletic awards, for swimming, table-tennis, basketball and general field events (not that field event!) crowded the old sideboard. He attracted quite a few interested glances. But still a bit shy by nature, and very inclined to blush and stammer, meant he didn't get as much us he could have.

August Bank Holiday. Thankfully his mum had gone over to Aunt Vera in Ealing, leaving him a free field — and an empty house for the night. Harvey was feeling randy as hell —  the thought of all those sexy guys on the Heath, and maybe he’d find someone to spend the night with him. He couldn’t get his cock-ring on he was so sexed up, so, with a grin, he forced his impressive eight inches down his right jean leg because it stood out more on that side, did up the thick belt with the massive buckle, and slipped on his new T-shirt with the motif of a giant banana and the words "Bionic Cock."

The single decker 210 bus from Highgate was packed and he could see one or two nice guys on the bus — he ignored the scrubber girls with them. Unseen in the standing, swaying crowd, he smoothed down his cock. He knew from past experience that by the time he got home  — alone or with a friend — there would be some more stains on his faded jeans. He felt great, that fantastic sexy feeling making him tingle all over, and his almost solid-steel cock twitched excited¬ly.

Hampstead Heath at last and he jumped off the bus. The sounds of the fair filled the air.  "Candy floss, Candy floss!" . . . "Balloons for the kids, 10 pence each . . ." The sound of the traffic, the crowds, the stallholders calling out their wares or games . . . and all around masses of guys, wearing T-shirts and jeans. Harvey was almost gasping as he made his way through the throngs on the gravel path between rows of stalls At one side three hefty guys were arguing good-naturedly over the last hamburger. "I paid for it, Sid!" And the swift reply, "Fuck you, mate, I'm 'avin’ it!" The first one made a grab and as his companion jerked his hand up to hold it out of reach, the third guy snatched it from behind. "Here, give it back, fuckin' bastard . . ." They began to struggle. "I'll shove the whole fuckin’ thing right up your . . ." and off they ran down the hill towards the second fair by the pond, laughing and swearing as they went.

Somehow, the guys and the whole incident got to Harvey. His cock was pulsing and stiff as hell. He glanced down, grinning. It was bulging very obviously. He strode along, enjoying the slight rubbing of his jeans on his knob, and feeling the wetness of the pre-cum juice that was outing out of it. It wasn't long before there was a wet patch on the faded denim.

Harvey wandered around the fair, walked down the slope to the second one by the pond and its extension at the bottom of the Heath. There were so many super guys around he didn't know where to look first. Some were in twos and threes, others in gangs, many with birds. He had a go on a few stalls, coconut shy, spear the card, and had a go on one or two of the wilder roundabouts.

As he approached one of the many bingo stalls he spotted a really nice guy, big, beefy, with tight jeans that had an impres¬sive bulge. Harvey stopped and watched the guy for a few moments. He was obviously alone. Harvey's hand slid down to ease his tight crotch and his fingers felt the sticky juice that was soaking round his bulging cock. While he was feeling himself, he saw the guy pause and saunter over to this bingo stall. Harvey slid onto one of the stools round the back of the stall, watching while this guy sat down almost opposite and just in view. Many of the seats round Harvey were empty, so he was able to fondle his crotch unhindered.

The game started. Harvey kept glancing up at this hunky fella and missed several numbers. The game ended when some great sagging breasted woman excitedly screamed “House, House," and won a cuddly panda. Harvey watched the guy and as he stood up, Harvey got up. He managed to keep sight of him in the crowd, and Harvey paused as his quarry — he had to admit he was hopefully cruising the guy — stopped at the rifle range. Harvey took up the position but one away from him and picked up the gun.

They both popped a few shots and though Harvey had never done this before, he managed to pot one of the metal ducks. He glanced sideways at the guy, who seemed intent on his target. He had managed to get two ducks when his ammo ran out. He put the gun on the counter and sauntered away, his thumbs hooked through his belt loops. Harvey watched him for a moment and then followed.

Right at the far end of the grounds, where the fair finally gives way to the greenery of the Heath, was a toffee apple and popcorn stall. As Harvey watched, he admired the beautiful beefy arse in the skin tight jeans and the hunky body in the tight t-shirt, and felt so randy he thought he was going to cum! The guy was buying some popcorn, and Harvey stood by the stall intending to buy some as well.

Suddenly, the guy turned to Harvey, offering his open bag. “Fancy some?" Their eyes met and Harvey began to blush.

“Thanks,” he muttered and took some popcorn. Their eyes met again and his new friend had a very suggestive smile. “Perhaps you fancy something else, too?"

Harvey smiled back. His eyes swept up and down Harvey, and he raised an eyebrow when he saw Harvey’s bulging juiced up crotch. "Fancy a walk?" Harvey nodded. He followed his friend round the side of the popcorn stall and towards the trees on the heath, Harvey wasn’t far behind him.

Within seconds they were walking side by side. “Bad at bingo. Not much cop on the rifles — I hope you’re good at something!" Harvey grinned at the sarky comment. 

"Yeah," he replied. “There are some things I'm good at." They were in a thick copse by this time, bushes all round with the well-trodden paths of the Heath some way away. The sounds of the fair were still clear but distant now. The hunky guy stopped suddenly and turned to Harvey. They were standing so close that a piece of paper could not have slid between them. Harvey was randy as hell and this sexy guy was driving him ape-shit. Harvey jutted his hips forward so that thier two throbbing bulges touched.

It was all that Harvey needed. All the sexual tension of the two hours at the fair exploded. With a gasp he leaned forward as his cock gave a triumphant jerk in his jeans and the pent up cream spurted out in a stream of hot spunky jizm, soaking his jeans even more. He felt his friend's hand cupping his throbbing bulge, prolonging his climax even more, as his heavy balls emptied their hot load. The massaging hand ensured that Harvey's crotch was wallowing in spunk, his cock now coated with his own cream. “Well,"  said Dave, his new pal, “You were right — there are some things you can do very well.”

Harvey was recovering, excited even more by this guy and the good impression he'd made. "Don’t worry — I got plenty more."

Dave laughed. “I hope so. Say, I really take it as a compliment that I got you so randy you shot. Now you're recovering, any ideas?”

Harvey wasn't slow now, and he and Dave were soon sitting on a 210 back to Highgate. Once home, he took the precaution of ringing his Aunt Vera, just to make sure his mum was there and was staying the night. Harvey found it difficult to have a straight — sober that is —  conversation with his mum, saying how sorry he was, Aunt Vera was ill again and all the time, Dave was fondling his crotch, undoing his jeans and easing them down and teasing his balls and cock still in the spunky wet briefs. Dave already had a hard on, and Harvey could feel his stiff cock pressing against his arse. He was hot as hell to get away — wanted to say ‘Fuck Aunt Vera. I've got a hot, sexy guy waiting to fuck with me . . .’
 
“ . . . Well do wish Aunt Vera well, mum. . . no, don't worry . . . I’ll be alright here by myself tonight . . . mum! I'm a big boy now . . . yeah, you stay a few days with Vera if you want . . . . yeah . . . you’ll ring in the morning . . . goodbye, mum." He slammed the phone down and then it was no holds barred.

Within seconds, Dave and Harvey were on the bed, kissing and teasing, quickly going into a sixty-nine. Happily they sucked each other’s cocks and balls, till they sensed the climax was near. Dave sat up, resting his back on the bedstead, legs apart, his stallion cock rearing up its full eight inches, his sex juice dripping down, mixed with Harvey’s spit. Harvey raised himself up to spear his arsehole down on Dave's huge prick. Gasping with excitement, they coupled, Harvey moving up and down, while Dave fondled his balls with one hand and gently wanked him with the other.

The end was near. A few seconds and their movement speeded up wildly. Dave came first. Throwing back his head, he gasped, biting his lip as he erupted, shooting gob after gob of his hot cream into Harvey. Harvey responded, and a few seconds later his cock jerked up as his spunky jism spurted out, splashing on Dave’s face, neck and chest, in almost continuous jets of hot ball juice.

They rested until they could begin again, late afternoon merged into evening, and evening into night. Four times they had fucked and sucked each other into magnificent climaxes, and they were still eager for more. After some food and a couple of hours sleep, and they were again reaching for each other during the night.

Two days later, when Harvey's mum came back from Aunt Vera in Ealing, Harvey said he thought it was time he moved out of his home. He had a mate he was going to share a flat with. His mum made the usual protests, wailing, threatening even. But Harvey knew that he had a great thing going with Dave — at least for the time being. They agreed to see how it went with no ties or commitments. Just a good friendship and a good bed time. 

Harvey and Dave go together to the fair now, just for old time’s sake. Sometimes they pick up a third to play with, but they just like looking at the great guys in their jeans and T-shirts. And Harvey always wears his creamed-on jeans.

If you go over Hampstead Heath on a Bank Holiday, keep an eye out — you might see them — or someone else.