Before the fun got stopped

I was gratified by the 2.3k+ views of my previous posted story and the comments of appreciation. It'd seem there's a shared taste, so I thought why not recall another of adventure & share it with you lot; fellow adult pleasure seekers.

This one happened before the 2020 lockdown or should I say, was happening but no longer.

There was once a local cradle of naturalism & covert sexual revelry; namely a patch of woody shrubland leading to a nature reserve, that during the day, before gates were locked at dusk, served as a gathering place for a certain type of rendezvous.

One dusty afternoon I parked up nearby & ducked into the trees. There were trodden paths you could follow & secluded clearings from others' sorties. As I was leaving my vehicle I had spotted a motorbike parked away off so I sensed there might be a prospect of fun if I could track it's owner.

After some 10 minutes or so of roving about I chanced upon a youngish couple who swiftly broke apart & hastily rearranged their clothing. I made my apologies, "Carry on, don't mind me". I took a pass and prowled on. I had an appetite for a bawdier tryst with this lone biker, ever hopeful,eh?

Anyhow, my instincts proved me right. Fortune was with me. Out of nowhere, leaning up against a tree, heavily bearded, wearing leather breeches - held up by braces - with a helmet lying on the grass, stood what I was looking for.

I broached the fella with "Great day for it". "Yeah, mate" he grunted, blowing on a stubby cigar. Looking away he began to undo his shirt buttons, right down to his navel, revealing his bush of ginger chest hair and a beer belly.

"What you into then"? I enquired as I stepped up closer. His reply surprised and aroused me further. "I'm on the look out for opportunities" he replied as he invitingly cupped himself. "I see", I replied, brushing his hand away and grasping his crotch. "Maybe I could help you with that" I said, as I gently squeezed his bulge.

He remained still as I unzipped him & gently released his slightly sweaty sex. It gradually rose upright, like a sentry on duty.

I then snapped open his braces & his leathers slid down to his boots. I eased his boxers down and his full glory was made available to me and mother nature. Virginal pink with that slight musky scent that I appreciate. I noticed that where his pubes would have been, he was shaven and sported a blurry tattoo of a green grenade.

With a wide grin on his face, he told me "I love to grind, fella". Well, I thought we should live out our caprices. And so we did. Quite a bit of sweaty, hands free grinding, his smokey breath in face. Rubbing our stiffies together, mine getting smeared with his sweat & eventually slathered in his warm, sticky goo. I thought he obviously felt free to indulge himself. "Oh yeah" he whispered as his swollen tongue probed my mouth.

He then lowered himself down onto his knees & took me into his gob, all the way, down to the base, cleaning up. He was clearly hungry for mine & his own spunk.

Fuck, this is better than I hoped for. I lent over his head to support myself on the tree as I was starting to shudder. As he slurped vociferously I noticed the name of a butchers on his back. A butcher, no less, clearly trained and skilled at handling meat. My legs had begun to wobble as he took each of my balls into his mouth, turning each bollock over with his hot tongue. It felt incredible. Then he proceeded to lick my shaft up and down, flipping his tongue on its' tip. After some minutes of his juicy work out, I reckoned that I wouldn't be able to hold back much longer so warned him to be careful, I was close, but he sort of snorted and carried on unheeded.

After a more few minutes of this, I checked he wanted it. He grunted and nodded his head so then I let go, shooting a volley of warm jets onto his extended tongue. "Fuck me" I murmured. "Oh yeah, mate" he replied, "Give it to me". Sure thing I thought. "Take it fella"

As I wiped myself & tucked myself in, I asked him when he got into this lark? He replied "In prison" as he wiped his mouth clean with the back of his hand. He said no more than that, just grinned before he turned and strolled off, doing his shirt up.

With our mutual transitoriness we never met again - there was more no 'opportunity' - but I still have a mental snapshot of his tattoo & those wide braces designed to look like tape measures.

Once it attracted their attention, the meddling local authority got hostile and expropriated this former place of sensual pleasure. It no longer exists tragically. Don't ask.

All true stuff, no fabrication.