At the end of my last year at university I’d finished my last exam at the beginning of June then had an anxious three weeks to wait for the results. I’d nothing to do and very little money. I did not want to hang about college, although there were some parties planned, and neither did I want to go home. I wanted peace, quiet and solitude so I packed my camping gear and a couple of books and drove my old banger up to Sandwood Loch in the far north-west of Scotland. The last time I’d been there was with the scouts.  It’s four miles from the nearest road and everything has to be carried in so I was travelling light, just a small tent, sleeping bag, camping stove and as much food as I’d need for a week.

I thought I’d have the place to myself but when I got there I found another tent, a bit bigger and more plush than mine, by the loch. No matter, I pitched up some distance away. I had a walk about to get my bearings then a quick swim before cooking supper. After I’d eaten I was relaxing with coffee when the guy from the other tent walked over to say hello. He was perhaps early forties, slim, of medium height with fair hair and a lovely smiling face. He wore shorts, sandals and T-shirt as did I. I offered him coffee and we sat and talked for a while. He too had come for some solitude, only arriving the previous day. He was Paul and told me he’d had a big row with his partner the previous week and he’d stormed out leaving him. He asked about me and I told him I’d just finished university, waiting for results and was penniless. He asked if I had a girlfriend and I told him I’d had a long affair with a lecturer who’d left at Easter so I’d been on my own for a couple of months. As it was getting dark the midges started so we retired to our respective tents.

The following morning when the sun was well up I rolled out of my tent and into the loch naked. I was enjoying a leisurely swim when Paul joined me, also naked. We swam together then stood in the shallows enjoying the sun. I noted he had a lovely smooth body with hair just on his forearms and legs. He had half a lob on despite being in the cold water. I too got a bit of a swelling looking at is lovely six-inch, slim cock. He clearly noticed this as he remarked on my strong young body that he wished he had. I joked that he was welcome to it. I let him take that remark as he wished.

I asked if he’d slept well and he told me not as he was unused to sleeping alone and missed his partner cuddling him at night. We got dried and he asked if I’d like to come over to his tent. I said I’d get some clothes but he said not to bother as it was quite warm and that I’d not need them.

We walked over together. The tent door was open with his sleeping bag laid out inside. He went in and sat on it then invited me to join him. I sat on the sleeping bag with him, making small talk. He then asked if he was still welcome to my body, I laughed and he obviously took that as assent as he reached over and started stroking my thigh. I responded by putting my hand on his neck and pulling him over to kiss me. We kissed deeply and passionately for a long time, letting our hands roam over each other’s naked bodies. He then pushed me on my back and gently sucked my cock whilst fondling my balls and my nipples. He nearly had me coming so I told him to stop and we resumed our kissing and fondling. I sucked and nibbled his nipples before going down and putting that lovely purple bell end into my mouth, letting it fuck me as he thrust into my mouth.

 After a while he pushed me off then following further kisses he asked if I would please fuck him as he really needed it. He produced some lube and I laid him face down then slid between his thighs, parting his cheeks to reveal his lovely brown rose. I lubed his pussy and my cock then slipped into him, feeling his muscles parting to let me slide effortlessly into his warm welcoming hole. He gasped as I did so then moaned quietly as I proceeded to thrust slowly, each time going deeper into him until I had a full six-inches pumping steadily in and out. It felt gorgeous laid along him with full skin to skin contact as he turned his head so we could just about kiss as we fucked. I took my time really enjoying fucking him deep and slow before I could last no longer and exploded hot cum deep inside him, feeling my throbbing cock pumping it into him.

 We collapsed in a heap then when we had recovered Paul asked if I’d like him to fuck me. I eagerly said yes please and he laid me on my back with my legs over his shoulder, lubed us up then slid into me missionary style. It felt fantastic as it had been a while since I’d taken cock. He fucked me very gently, kissing me regularly and playing with my nipples so I soon had another erection. He saw this and wanked me slowly to the same rhythm as his thrusts. He seemed to go on for ages and I loved every bit of it but all too soon I felt him stiffen and shoot his load into me, feeling his cock throbbing as he did so. I was still hard so before pulling out of me he wanked me quickly and I shot a thin streak of cum up my belly.

 After laying there kissing gently and cuddling each other for a while we both went back in the loch to wash off.

 We had breakfast then laid about naked in the sun reading for the rest of the day. About 4 in the afternoon Paul came over to me and gently kissed me. I responded eagerly and we were soon kissing passionately and fondling each other again. He asked if I was ready to fuck him again as he could see I had another erection, although his was only slightly swollen. I said yes please so we went back into his tent and after he’d sucked me until I nearly came I laid him on his back and fucked him missionary style again, sliding much more easily into his open pussy this time. I was concerned I might lose my erection so I fucked him fast and hard this time but it still took me a long time to come. Paul was really moaning and pulling me down to kiss him as he writhed under me, increasing my excitement. I finally came with a roar, shooting another smaller load into him.

 I slept cuddled up to him in his tent that night and we fucked each other again in the morning. We spent the next three days together, walking, reading and having sex whenever one or the other got the urge, usually me. Those few days were beautiful as we were like innocent lovers, rarely wearing clothes, although we were nearly caught out when a group of hikers came through and camped for a night on the other side of the loch.

 All too soon Paul had to leave to go back to work. I could have stayed another fortnight. He gave me his address in Edinburgh but shortly after he got back his partner returned so he texted me not to visit him there. I never did see him again and although we exchanged texts for a while these soon petered out.