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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Ten days into a two week vacation in our touring caravan with my wife, I was starting to get cabin fever, or should I call it a yearning for a fab adventure of the Mankind!!
We were staying near Porthmadog, North Wales, at a very respectable Caravan and Motorhome Club Site, in quiet Welsh countryside with nearby mountains, scenic views, a lake and a slightly sinister back drop of the dark grey decommissioned Trawsfynydd nuclear power station!
On very rare occasions I would get enough reception on my phone to access my fabswingers account. Alas as is so often the case, none of the caravan and motorhome site residents, were admitting to being fans of fabswingers. Or at least they were not brave enough to use their "Who's Near" button.
My desire for cock was becoming all consuming and I definitely needed to try the local Welsh variety. So I bravely clicked my "Who's nearby" button and left it active. Obviously I had put my best public profile pic on full display and clearly stated I was a married man, a tourist in need of no strings masculine fun.
Obviously there were a few obstacles as to how I would achieve this adventure.
1. My wife
2. A quiet respectful caravan and motorhome club site, offering no discreet opportunities.
3. No messages in my fabswingers inbox.
However I am an optimist and all I needed was one equally horny Welshman, who was looking for a no strings adventure with an English tourist, daring to set foot in his glorious (wet) part of the world.
It was this holiday in Wales that taught me about the Magic of the Welsh Land, some miracles do happen.
The National Grid had very kindly decided to implement a strategy of placing very expensive electric cable underground, to avoid beautiful remote areas of National Park, having to put up with eyesores of ugly electricity pylons.
This extensive groundwork needed a man to Supervise and oversee the Security of these remote sites and extremely expensive equipment. It just so happened that one of these men in his early forties, happened to have landed the job, his ex military skills meant he knew how to organise and supervise security. He was a man's man, in more ways than one. Not only an Alpha male ex military man, physically fit bloke, he was also straight acting and crucially very horny.
In his horny moments he had clicked onto his "straight" fabswingers account. Unfortunately there were no single women or couples nearby, in his remote part of Wales.
Now this is where fab comes in handy and sometimes produces small miracles. He messaged me. Clearly disappointed that I was not offering my wife as a bargaining tool. He continued to chat and messages were exchanged. I made it clear I felt it was my duty as a respectable English Tourist Trespassing in his beautiful part of North Wales, to show my respect, by offering my services as a very good cock sucker. The added bonus being no strings and fairly anonymous.
I took the risk and told him I was staying in our touring caravan. I could not accommodate, but I could find a way to escape from my wife for a while.
He explained he knew a remote location not far from the site. I suggested it was time I went for a run. Never was I so pleased to be slipping into my running vest, shorts and trainers. I messaged him the direction I was running and he told me to run beyond the first security compound a mile away from the site. He told me to look out for his silver Ford focus. I told him to look out for the reasonably fit guy in his 50s wearing quite small bright blue running shorts.
I set off from the site, typically an uphill start, but encouraged by the possibility of a real Welsh adventure ahead of me. If all else failed at least I got some exercise.
A mile and a half up the quiet country lane, steeply winding up the hillside, I could hear a vehicle approaching from behind. Sure enough a silver Ford Focus.
This is where the miracle occurred. The driver stopped , opened the passenger window and said "Hop in". This guy really was in his early forties and looked exactly how he had described himself. Masculine, alpha male, Straight acting, ex military and to top it all, a Grant Mitchell look alike!!
I obediently hopped in this strangers car and off we climbed up the hillside on this steep, narrow, country lane.
A quick bit of banter established we were in fact both fabsters, which slightly put my mind at rest, in case he was some maniac hijacking random road runners.
He explained we needed to drive through some padlocked security gates, to reach the remote compound, where we would not be disturbed.
Through the gates we went and he drove further to the compound. Not a person in site, just a spectacular view of the coastline stretching south toward Barmouth.
My fab friend stopped the car and turned off the engine. Not a building or tree in site, I said anxiously "Here" He smiled at me and said "There is not a person around for miles" I wasn't convinced about that, I had seen the Wales Coastal Path sign a half mile back down the track. All caution was cast to the wind when he said "Get in the back". We both got out and opened the back doors. In we climbed, two men on a Welsh hillside, in the back of a Silver Ford Focus and no privacy glass!!
Now this is where my Welsh Adventure really began.
More to follow if anyone wishes to hear more?
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