The guy stared at him with his blue eyes for a long while, a certain need and want shining through, but Lon waited for him to speak. He moistened those swollen lips with his wet, pink tongue, causing another unexpected surge of lust to careen through Lon’s stomach. Shit, this guy could really get me going again.
Finally the young man spoke. “Anything?”
Lon nodded.
The guy pulled away a little and turned so he was plastered face first against the wooden door of the stall. He pushed his shorts and briefs down his thighs. His pale buttcheeks were visible, rounding out from the material in a way that had Lon’s cock filling with desire again. Lon couldn’t help but place a big, meaty hand on that display of skin. The contrast between his tanned hand and that pale skin was a sight to behold.
“Come up behind me,” the hottie begged. “Use your hand on me from behind.”
That was completely agreeable to Lon. He stepped in close and rubbed his renewed erection into the guy’s crack. With hands splayed on the painted wood, the young guy pushed back and moaned, tilting his hips to allow Lon more access to that part of his body. Lon nestled in and reached around to find the waiting cock. The tip was wet and dripping, its length and girth respectable. The guy’s pubic area was almost hairless. Lon slid one hand up under the guy’s T-shirt to fondle his nipples while he tugged on his cock and rhythmically thrust his hips against the sensitive skin between the guy’s arse cheeks.
It didn’t take long. There was a hitch in his breath and a tensing of his body as the younger man froze momentarily before ejaculating hard. His spunk splashed on the door and Lon’s hand. Lon continued to gently squeeze the flesh in his hand until the shivering stopped.
“Oooh.” The young guy gave an exclamation of utter relief, as if he had been holding that one in for a while. Lon chuckled and reluctantly removed his hands from nubile flesh. A couple of steps and he twisted the hot water tap. He cupped a handful of water and rinsed his shrinking dick. He hadn’t come again, but his cock realized that playtime was over and was cooling down.
Once clean he stepped back and noticed the guy he’d just jerked off had removed his shorts and underwear.
“What’s your name?” Lon asked as the hottie stepped up to the shower and pulled his shirt up so he could rinse off too.
He grinned at Lon over his shoulder. “Casey.”
Lon watched closely as the warm water sprayed over Casey’s flat stomach and reddened penis. God had certainly made this one beautiful. “I’m Lon.”
“Cool.”
Casey shoved his cotton briefs under the water to get them wet and then used them to wash his semen off the door. Lon simply watched and drank in the sight of his long, lean legs, pert butt, and manly genitals. He wanted to touch, but no longer had permission. Encounter over, hands to yourself. Casey turned off the water and stepped into his board shorts once again—this time going commando—and shoved the wet briefs into his pocket. He nodded to Lon, who unlocked the door and stepped out. Nobody else was in the shower room. Thankfully.
Lon’s towel and toiletries were still there, so he packed them up, ready to depart. Casey was lingering, leaning against the basins and observing Lon’s actions. It was a little disconcerting, so Lon growled, “What?”
Casey shrugged. “I dunno. I was wondering why I’d never seen you before? Are you just passing through? On holidays? I thought this part of the park was for permanent residents.”
The caravan park was roughly divided into three sections—the end section was for permanent stayers who lived in cottages and large vans. They had gardens and fences and all sorts of things that made the place look inviting but rather junky at the same time. Then there was a section for temporary vans—caravans and campervans. Those on holidays paid for a powered site by the night and never stayed longer than about three weeks. The section closest to the park’s entrance was a vast grassy area for tents and campers to set up. Lon would’ve guessed that that’s where Casey was from. A lot of backpackers and schoolies stayed there.
“I’m permanent,” Lon said. “I’ve just been working away for a bit. How long have you been here?”
He shrugged again. “A couple of months. I’m staying with my grandmother until…. Well, I dunno. Until I get my shit together, I guess.”
Lon didn’t know how to reply to that. He wrapped the towel around his waist and gathered his gear, ready to walk back to his van and find his bed. “So….”
“Can I stay with you tonight?” Casey’s words were rushed and completely unexpected. Lon felt the breath steal from his lungs as his surprise registered. Casey was looking at him with hopeful blue eyes that were nearly pleading.