Van Man Gets His Relief

Tucked behind this busy roundabout there lies a partly concealed layby, surrounded by pine trees on one side and opening to fields on the other.

One weekday afternoon I drew up here to a semi-circle of parked up vehicles including a workman's van. In each car sat a fella with his side window opened half way down. I sat waiting awhile before sauntering around to judge the scene better. I noticed that the van; parked sideways on, had it's side door slightly open. Curious, I thought, so I shifted over to get a closer look. I noted the front seats were empty. As I manoeuvred nearer I noticed a few of the fellas in their cars were sat up and observing my movements. Anyhow, I lent in and saw a high viz jacket in the dark interior & heard a slight cough. Was I being enticed in perhaps? Boldly, I nudged the sliding door open a little more and there I saw this well-built tradie in a high Viz vest facing the wall, with his back to me.

Obviously he couldn't see who I was, nonetheless feeling encouraged enough I stepped inside & pushed the sliding door back. It was dark, but once my eyes had adjusted after a minute, I saw his exposed hairy arse with his boxers lying around his heavy boots. He stood stock still. I stepped forward and rubbed his furry butt. He murmured. "You like that, son?" I enquired. He nodded in response. I then spread his arse cheeks gently apart to reveal his cherry, so to speak. It was clean and well oiled. I rubbed it gently with my thumb before slipping it inside. He let out a groan of pleasure as one of his legs began trembling slightly. I withdrew my digit gradually which caused him to moan so I slid it back it, firmer this time. 'Oh my fuckin' God' he whispered. I thought then this dude needs taken in hand and some attending to.

My member had stiffened by this point. 'What you into? I asked. 'Spank me' he replied, so I did. Whacking his arse till it reddened. " More sir" he responded as he stuck his butt further out. 'I'm into anything' he said before adding "I ain't gay". I knew that. This fella was a 'heteroflexible' like myself, an opportunist guided by pure feral instincts. I told him we were a good match and that he was in luck today. "You filthy animal" he replied.

There was no denying he was aching for sexual relief. I reached around and grasped his fattening member. I then eased it down between his legs which he had spread for me. His dick was nobile as a stick of rock candy. I rubbed his lubricant pre-cum between my fingers and sniffed it like poppers. That awakened and stiffened me well enough. Weirdly he said 'Gays would take advantage of us", I let that slide. He then added that he wasn't into kissing. I thought that might require fact checking sometime as I wasn't convinced. Besides I hadn't indicated any intention to stick my tongue down his throat, so why mention it? Maybe that's what he secretly wanted?

Anyhow, I then reached down and eased his warm member further back between his legs and felt it's throb in my fist. It was still dripping plenty of pre-cum and this lucky fella is heavily hung.

I proceeded to unzip & withdraw my own swollen sex, placing it up firmly against his moist butthole. That did it, his dick gushed so much spunk I had to step back from the splashback. 'Fuck' I said, 'When was the last time you came' I asked, "That's some impressive spurt fella"

'Cheers, he said, I needed that". I wiped my hand on his boxers, tucked myself back in and jumped out. As I closed the sliding door I saw he was wiping up his sticky puddle off the floor & his blue overalls with a greasy rag. "Safety first" he joked.

Those same faces were still sat up alert in their vehicles, watching me saunter back to my car with a prominent bulge in my trousers. Probably they had some regret. Who knows? All true, no fabrication mate.