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Rich and I were at Uni together. We knew each other, but we weren’t really close mates. He always had a good looking girl with him down at the pub or whatever. Can’t blame them. Rich has got it. Great build, sexy grin, lots of laughs.

After Uni, we both headed off to travel for a year, then ended up back in London. By chance we ended up working at the same restaurant. Dishing out ribs and burgers. It paid the rent, and we ended up getting to know each other some, hanging around together a bit, having a laugh, talking about the waitresses and any hot looking girls. Rich was always the first to spot one. “Check out the rack on table 23,” he’d say out of the side of his mouth as we passed each other through the swinging door to the kitchen. “Wouldn’t mind putting some barbeque sauce on those ribs,” he’d add with a grin and a pull at his crotch.

Anyway, last Monday, turns out we both had the next day off. “Hey,” Rich said to me as we got to the end of our shift, “supposed to be sunny tomorrow. First fuckin’ day we get a day off and a chance to get some sun. How ‘bout you and me get some beers and head down to beach?” Sounded good to me. I wasn’t up to much one way or the other.

Fucking magnificent day for once. Not a cloud as we got off the train and took the bus down to the beach. Not half term, so no families or much of anyone about. 11am we popped our first beers and kicked the ball around.

I had to admire Rich’s build as we messed around together. Me, I’m taller, but slim. Rich is built good. Guess it is the rugby.

Hit the water a few times. Shit it was cold that early in the year, but we were both hot from running around. “Fuck, my balls is gonna drop off,” Rich complained as we jumped in the third time.

“Yeah, this cold, makes all guys the same,” I laughed. “My dick’s smaller than when I was five!”

By late afternoon, when we gotten through quite a few beers each, I noticed Rich looking over at me with a funny expression. “Lets get out of these wet suits and get dry. Come on, race you to the dunes,” he said, grabbing his towel and pack. With all the beers neither of us was real steady by then.

If Rich is got the build, with my long legs and cross country experience I’ve got some speed. I passed him halfway there. Should have known the fucker was competitive. Soon as I passed him, he tackled me from behind, coming down on me hard.

“Fuck it, Rich, now I got sand everywhere,” I complained.

“Tough,” he laughed. “Here, I’ll keep you out of the sand,” he added, and easy as anything, picked me up in a fireman’s hold and swung me onto his shoulders.

“Fuckin’ put me down,” I responded.

“Gotta’ keep you out the sand, mate,” Rich said and began to trudge up to the dunes, me over his shoulders. What the hell.

Quiet in the dunes, sun still out, beer buzz, as we both stripped and got our shorts out of the bag. “Nice one you got there,” Rich said to me with a wink as we hopped from foot to foot. He was looking at my dick. “What do you say, mate, you sparky? What do you say?”

I sort of stood there, naked, and I guess my jaw dropped. Was Rich, the stud with the string of girl friends as long as his cock, suggesting what I thought we was suggesting?

In a flash Rich was on his knees and stuffing my dick down his throat. “Fuck, guy, what you doing that for?” I asked, gasping and trying to pull him off of my meat.

“Hell, just fooling around,” he replied with a big grin. “Knew I was horny. Figured you was, too. Just some fun.”

I had to say that his lips around my cockhead felt great, and my dick responded. Soon I had a stiffie, and Rich stuffed the stiffie down his gullet. Same time, he was stroking his own thick tool.

My head was spinning from all the beers, and now from the feeling racing up from my crotch to the top of my head. “Fuck it, mate, you’re gonna get your tonsils whitewashed real soon, you keep that up,” I groaned as Rich bobbed up and down on my hard on. He just looked up at me standing over him, a wicked gleam in his eye, and kept on working it.

Well, I had warned him. My nuts switched to firing mode. I was shooting. Rich’s fist was pumping his dick like a maniac as he drank my load, and then he was shooting in the sand, great globs of ball lube glistening in the sun.

Rich just grinned at me as we climbed into our pants. Same brand. “Feel better, mate?” he asked. “I sure needed that,” he added. “Here, I’ll give you a lift back to the towels,” he said, picking me up again and trudging back across the beach. Damn, what a day!

©Chuck Dixon 2013

In furtherance of this site’s support for British science and technology, Chuck Dixon sat down for a conversation with EnglishLads’ own photographer-in-chief, Dr. Nick.

Chuck: Nick, we’ve come to you as EnglishLads’ resident expert. Just to give our readers an idea, how many ejaculations have you filmed over the last few years?

Dr. Nick: God, Chuck, I haven’t added them up, and anyway, each guy is special in his own way. But to give a rough calculation, having filmed about 3 shoots a week, 2 cum a shoot, for 8 years, over 2500. Oh, and that doesn’t include the duos, so what, does it make it something like 3000?

Chuck: That’s a hell of a lot of spunk. What are the particular challenges you have as a photographer in capturing all that splooze on film?

Dr. Nick: Well, cum travels at around 28 mph when it leaves the cock head, so even with the super fast shutter speeds cameras we have today, catching the shower just as it leaves the knob sometimes is more a matter of luck than skill. Some of the guys are worked up enough, too, when they come in and don’t give much of a warning – not that I’m not watching pretty damned close.

Chuck: Do you ask the guys to hold off before they do a film shoot?

Dr. Nick: Yeah, I ask them not to cum for a few days before the shoot so they’ve got that edginess. Quite a few have said that it’s a real problem, not just that they get incredibly spiky, but their girlfriends begin to ask why they haven’t screwed them every day like usual.

Chuck: Do you think that having a guy hold off for a while increases the amount of jizz he shoots?

Dr. Nick: I know it does. Hell, their nuts are working overtime at that age anyway. They say that the average guys shoots about 1-2 teaspoons of ball-juice each time, but I’d say our guys are way above average on that score.

Chuck: Let’s get down to the nitty-gritty, then. Were there any particular models that stood out in the spunk volume department?

Dr. Nick: God, yes, check out James Nichols, Andy Lee and Callum Stuart on the site. Well worth seeing, purely as a matter of scientific research, of course.

Chuck: So, how much volume-wise does the average guy shoot over a lifetime?
Dr. Nick: I understand that guys will shoot something like 14 gallons, enough to fill a petrol tank. I’d say those guys, however, would easily fill a petrol tanker.


Chuck: Well, many thanks for answering our questions. I hope we can come back to you another time for your expert views.

Dr. Nick: Anytime. Glad to help.

I was halfway across the Heath when I realised that my back teeth were beginning to float. Peter’s Dad had taken all of us off to the pub after our last match of the season and bought us a few pints. As I headed home I was a bit buzzed and suddenly I realised I had to take a piss, bad. It was late afternoon, people about, but up ahead was a small wood that looked convenient for a piss break. I half-ran up the hill, shirt in hand, the studs of my football boots digging into the soft soil. Ducking under the branches, I slipped into the middle of the small wood, dappled sunlight hitting my bare shoulders. I stopped and looking around quickly I pulled my dick out, looping the elastic of my shorts and my jock down around my balls.

God it felt good; my bladder emptied itself in one strong, long, steady flow that arched out from my cock-head to splatter into the leaves a good yard in front of my spread legs. I pissed for two minutes straight before the flood began to turn into a stream and then a dribble; relief!

I had shaken off and was about to tuck my cock back into my shorts when I suddenly heard a cough. Standing not five feet in front of me was a guy about my age, his eyes fixed on the prick I held in my hand. With a smile he then looked me in the eye. “Nice one you got there,” he said matter of factly, like it was the most normal thing in the world to comment on a guy’s equipment. “You needed that piss,” he added, his grin getting wider. “Need it sucked?”

I guess I just sort of gaped at him for a second, my hand holding my dick. I hadn’t seen or heard him as I ducked into the trees; the urgency of my bladder overriding everything else. I didn’t mean to hesitate or anything. It’s not like I’d ever let a guy do me before. He took it as an invitation, however, and swiftly came over to stand beside me. “Yeah, a real nice one,” he said, licking his lips. I knew there were plenty of cock suckers on the Heath. The guys and me used to laugh and joke about it when we noticed them standing around watching us play. But suddenly, shit, I was tempted. Probably the beer in me got my guard down, but I could feel the weight of spunk in my balls.

The wood was silent, breathless; The guys would tell you - on the pitch, I don’t hesitate, don’t accept the head fake. But now, shit, I continued to hesitate, saying nothing, doing nothing. The guy dropped to his knees in the leaves. Grabbing my hips he swallowed my dick in one expert gasp.

If my mind was still hesitating, my dick didn’t. Shit, Maxine had been with her parents in Dorset all that week, so I hadn’t had any. My cock went from soft to hard in a flash as I felt the guy’s lips drop around my shaft, his tongue twirling and licking. I finally sort of woke to what was happening. “What the fuck you doin’?” I asked, trying to pull back. The guy kneeling beneath me looked up, not letting my dick escape from his mouth, his eyes answering me - ‘What the fuck do you think I’m doing? I’m sucking you off.’ It felt good. Damn good. I let him continue, my hips beginning to get into the motion.

He knew what he was doing, that was for sure. As I began to face fuck him, driving my hardon down his neck, he took it easily. Damn good cocksucker, my nuts slapping his chin as I plunged in and out. It didn’t take long. Hell, once I got started, I wanted to get my gun, and he wanted to take it. My knees felt like jelly as the lust built in my balls, and then I was cumming, shooting great slimy silver wads of spunk down his throat.

Gasping, my knees trembling, I grabbed the big branch that hung low in front of me to prevent myself from falling. The guy let my softening prick slip from his lips with a big smile. Wiping his chin with the back of his hand where my cum had dribbled down, he stood up, unhooked my jock and shorts from around my now emptied balls and then pulled them up. With a wink and a grin he turned and left me there, hanging onto that branch, balls lighter than they’d been in quite a while.

Chuck Dixon, August 2011

Chuck is going to write the odd erotic story for us, feel free to send us your ideas or even stories. The photographs below are some I took on Hampstead Heath in summer 2003 just as we were setting up EL and this seemed like a perfect use of Mark's photos! Nick

A friend of mine is going to pen the odd erotic story for us and from time to time we will add these right here to our blog. The first one probably in about a week. In the meantime we are going to include some of Chuck’s random distractions as he pen’s out his erotic masterpiece, first one here:

EnglishLads, isn’t it about time you did something to support British science? I mean, everyone knows that Britain needs to increase its support of the basic sciences, whether that’s engineering, chemistry, pharmaceuticals, medicine or whatever. Hey, everyone has to do their part, even EnglishLads!
Well, what about doing some model recruiting at engineering colleges or the like? Science and medicine are expensive courses, and I am sure the students there could do with an extra bob or two to pay for their new, higher fees; especially if you gave it a scientific spin. Like, is there a relationship between cock size and the size of hands and feet? You’d need a large sample size, but that’s what EnglishLads is good at, three times a week! Lots of young men might be willing to give their all in the name of scientific research. And of course, once a young man’s cock is up, there is only one sure way of making it go down!
Anyway, my thought for the day. Keep up the good work.
Chuck Dixon