I used to go dogging about 10 to 15 years ago. In all the times I went out I only ever had any sex with two women. Both occasions were fabulous but most occasions I'd watch a couple in their car and end up tossing myself off back in my own car. On many occasions I'd sit there with my cock out and erect, my trousers round my thighs, slowly stroking. Waiting for a car to approach and crane my neck trying to see if it was a couple. But mostly it was single blokes.

But once a car stopped and after ten minutes a guy got out and slowly wandered past my car trying to look like he was just taking a break but it was clear to me that he was trying to see what was going on in my car. I quickly folded my arm over my exposed cock and balls and after a few minutes he wandered back to his own car and drove off.

This happened on several (many) occasions.

One summer evening however I was as horny as fuck and when it happened again I decided not to hide. A car came and parked behind me and after 5 minutes he inched the car slowly forward til he barely 6ft behind. Then in my rear view mirror he cracked his driver's door open. The interior light came on. I could see he was slighly older than me - about 55 maybe. Grey hair and clean shaven. Quite handsome. I immediately thought of a story my wife had told me about several experiences she'd had whilst a student with a much older man. I loved that story and would think about it when wanking or when fucking her. I used to like watching porn featuring grey-haired older men with good looking hard cocks and, again, fantasised about them being sucked my my wife, her licking his balls as he talked dirty to her, before he bent her over, licked her arse and pussy, before fucking her hard and fast and shooting off inside her.

This guy, as per usual (though I'd never seen him before), wandered down the passenger side of my car. I carried on stroking. I knew he could see me. My cock looked good and I pulled my jeans further down, to my knees, so I could spread my thighs. My balls felt tight and my shaft felt as hard as stone.

He wandered up and down a couple of times before stopping a few feet away. He then stroked the outside of his pants over his erect dick.

My heart pounded. It was now or never. I leant over and cracked the passenger door open. He wasted no time getting in and said immediately,

"What are you into?" I didnt know what to say but mumbled,

"I just like wanking".

He shifted his hips up from the seat, undid his belt, and pulled his pants and underpants down. He was hard and shaven. His dick about an inch longer than mine, with a shiny head. It was the first hard dick I'd ever seen other than my own or during some teenage wanking sessions in the woods.

We both reclined our seats and started wanking. He was staring at my dick as we silently masturbated. After a few minutes his hand slipped onto my thigth. I said nothing and continued rubbing my cock. His hand then slid over and across my thigh, down between my legs and started to stroke my balls. My scrotum was as hard as a walnut by now. I continued to stroke slowly. Then without a word he leant over and took my cock in his mouth. I just murmered,

"Fucking hell..."
His hot, wet mouth took my bell end in as his fingers played with my perineum and arse. Then he'd move his head down and take 4 or 5 inches of my now rock hard cock into his mouth. I could feel my thighs tingling and knew I was close to shooting off.
"Stop" I said. He lifted his head up.
"I dont want to cum yet" He lay back again and returned to stroking his long dick. I was transfixed. And confused. And so, so fucking aroused. My orgasm had subsided but I was still very hard. He leant over again and begn stroking my balls and thighs and I was forced to slow down my strokes for fear of shooting off. Then without even thinking I stretched out and replaced his hand with mine on his dick. It felt hot. He was very hard. I thought of my wife touching it and playing with him. This got me even more excited. He was laying back, eyes closed, and I just automatically leant over and slid my mouth over his dick. He was groaning.

After a few minutes I lifted my head up and he again leant over and began sucking me.
"You'll make me shoot off" I mumbled. He continued sucking, a bit harder this time, one of his fingers stroking my arse. I couldn't hold off. I cried out ... something ... and shot a volley of spunk into his mouth.

He swallowed it. My mind raced, I never thought another man would suck me off.

He then sat back and started to wank hard. I sucked him and licked at his bell-end and balls until he shot off over his belly as I ran my tongue over his bollocks. I could smell his sperm as he wiped at it with a tissue.

He left quickly, saying "See you round".

And he did. I looked out for his car everytime I was round that way, often diverting to the secuded lay-by where we first met. We sucked each other and wanked off several times. I had him wanking into a pair of my wife's knickers that he first sniffed and licked. Haven't seen him in a few years and I often think that as I have a new car now he might not recognise me waiting for him with my cock out, and if he has a new car then we might never bump into each other again.

The die has been cast though and I know enjoy sex with men as well as women. My wife's best friend's husband has sucked my dick several times, including once when both couples shared an Air BnB for a long weekend in the Yorkshire Dales. Might tell you about that sometime. Would you like to hear it?