I was sure I had posted this story before, but cannot see it anywhere so maybe I imagined it! Posting the tale I mean, I assure you that the story is a true event... I am what I call a closet-bi; I enjoy cock as well as pussy, but it is my little secret. In fact I have only shared the fact/experiences with one girlfriend ever – as you can spot from some of my other stories in here. I have always travelled with my work, by car and going back a few years, I really enjoyed the random meetings that laybys and rest stop could lead to. This was back in the days when we called it cruising I guess. For anyone who knows the area, there is a great spot near Exeter where you could go at pretty much anytime of the day and find a cock to play with! Which I generally did each time I passed. Sometimes I even went there specially, but that is for another time. A typical December day, it was about 2pm and the day had been mild with no sign of rain so I thought I would try my luck. My heart began racing straight away as it always did at the prospect of some action and my nerves started to peak as I drover slowly along the lanes trying casually to see the owners in the parked cars without being totally obvious! As it turned out, it seemed like all the cars were empty and I figured that I had arrived at legitimate dog walking time! No fun for me today I thought as I drove slowly down the hill. The last spot to park and walk was deserted so I figured I could at least mooch into the trees a bit and have a nice wank. I parked up and crossed the road to the gateway. I left my jacket in the car, it really was mild for December and walked up the slight incline pleased that it was dry so I would not get any mud I would then have to clean off my shoes or suit trousers. As I reached the brow of the rise, I heard a car stop and soon then the sound of the door opening and shutting. I made a point of stopping my walk and looking back, a lone man (no dog!!) was crossing the road too and I recognised his sideways glances as he checked for anyone else around. I lingered long enough to know he had seen me and then turned off the main path and headed into the trees. The tall pines are well spaced out but in such abundance that after a short distance, the path is no longer visible. This was aided by the downward slope, but you cannot go too far unless you want to end up right on the roadside again!! I kept facing away from the path and unzipped my cock. I was semi hard, my heart was pounding, but I soon lost that sense as I enjoyed the cool air blowing over me and into my fly. I smiled as I heard the scuff of footprints. I held my cock in one hand and loosened my tie with the other. The voice made my heart skip, “A bit smart for a walk in the woods?” I looked over my shoulder at an old man! He must have been mid 60s I thought. Age and shape does not bother me, I am not attracted to men, only cock and I coolly answered, “Actually, I just stopped for a wee,” and I gestured down with my head and turned slightly. I am sure he guessed from my posture that I was holding my cock, but I wanted him to know that I knew! “Is that okay?” I asked. “Oh sure it is,” he said, “Just let me know if you need any help?” I was not just playing cute, in the cool air it occurred to me that I did need to piss and on cue, a steady stream set out. My fellow walker moved to the side to watch. When I was finished, I pulled a napkin from my pocket and dabbed the end of my cock and feigned moving to put it away. Quite swiftly, he was suddenly at my side and had some how slid his hand under mine and closed it on my shaft. The touch from this stranger quickly change my semi to a full hard on. “Oh yeas,” he commented on my slim 6 inches, “that is a nice one.” I let him hold and ever so slightly move his hand along my shaft and as he did I put my hand to his crotch when I could feel him coming to life. “Thanks,” I answered, “but I would rather see yours?” “Sure, help yourself.” It was all the invite that I needed and I moved away a little from him and dropped to a crouch. I pulled the zip down and fumbled into his trousers. His cock was warm and fairly soft and I found myself really struggling to get past his jockeys shorts. He laughed as hands came to my aid and in a moment he had pushed his trousers down some and then edged his tight pants down to let me at his cock. I was not disappointed, he seemed to be similar to me, slim and uncut. He smelt clean which is as much a relief as it is a turn on. I felt it twitch slight as I took it in hand and wasted no time in moving it to my lips. I kissed my lips over the tip and sucked. Somehow I managed a smile as I felt it stiffen straight away and I was even more pleased as I noticed how it grew in length. I get really carried away with the feel and taste of cock as it slides over my lips and I marvel that I have yet to have two that felt the same! What intrigued me most with this fellow, was how slim his cock remained (it was now rock hard), almost thin I thought, but was absolutely fascinated my his helmet; what his shaft lacked in girth, his tip certainly made up for as it swelled up big and fat and nudged at my throat. The mixed sensations were driving me wild and I really got off on blowing him. So much so that I was dismayed when he spoke, “Oh God, you have to stop!” Fearing the worst, I yanked him from my mouth and looked around, but the forest was still empty, though I could see a walker up by the path. “Oh no,” he giggled, “it's not that, youngster, I am just thinking that if you do not stop that, I am going to want to fuck something!” “Really?” I replied and promptly took him back in my mouth and he gasped aloud as I sucked him deep in, almost too far as I fought back a gag. “I have got a friend,” he said, “He is watching us from up there, if that okay?” I mumbled some kind of affirmative and then he piped up again, “Oh god, seriously” You are gonna have to stop or I want to fuck something” I pulled him out of my mouth once more and did not even look up, “You say that like it is a bad thing!” and slip my mouth back over him. “Well it is,” he responds between breaths, “when you have not got anything to fuck!” “Oh,” I pause from his cock to speak, “I have something you can fuck!” “Really,” he answers, “are you serious?” I do not answer, instead I stand up and pull on my belt buckle. Conveniently we are by a tree and I tug my trousers down and bend over, turning away from him as I do and leaning on the tree, offering myself to him. I feel so slutty and wanton as I lean there waiting for him, almost holding my breath, even my heart feels like it has stopped! I hear him moving and he speaks gently, “I am telling my mate to come closer.” I stay silent, there is not reply needed. “He is only a watcher though.” I hear him sniff hard and then more rustling of his jacket which he drops to the floor. Then my breath that I did not realise I was actually holding, gasped out of me as I felt his hand on my lower back and then my heart jumped as he lifted my shirt. “Oh my,” he said and he moved his hand across the yellow lace of my knickers, “you don't need these!” He rested my shirt halfway up my back and then gently peeled my knickers down over my bum. He pushed down to join my trousers and then I felt two hands on my cum cheeks and I was filled with a thrill of excitement, knowing what was coming next. But a sudden thougth occurred to me and I tensed up, “Wait!” I whispered. “Shhh,” he interrupted, “it's okay, youngster.” His voice was very calm and reassuring, “I've got lube... and there is noone around, it's all fine!” I shit my eyes then as, true to his word, his finger slid over my arse crack, lingering briefly on my hole where I felt the cold familiar gel. I wiggled at his touch and waited to feel him finger me. This guy was some kind of mind reader though, “Oh no, youngster,” he said, “no fingers, I want to go straight in!” Strangely this relaxed me and I found it a real turn on too, “Oh yes please,” I moaned, “Put it straight in me!” Silence befell me then as I felt his big fat mushroom tip rest at my arse crack, the cool gel feeling somewhat warmer now, but still cool due to its ample usage! His fingers were on my cheeks then and I felt him pulling them apart. Next I felt the nudge of his knee on my leg as he lined up. My heart was racing, my mind was going mental and my breathing was ragged already. And then the his hard helmet made contact with my hole and I thought I was going to explode. It felt so good, so horny and yet I was again feeling concerned, not sure how it was going to get in me! I groaned out as the resistance got too me much for me and I felt my hole tighten on itself! He pulled away a fraction and then reapplied. The same happened. And so he pulled away again and then reapplied. His patience was amazing and so were the sensations; my cock was bulging from the pressure he was placing on me and that was amazing. With the sudden realisation of the intense feelings in my cock, my whole body relaxed once more and let go of its resistance. On the next bounce into my ring-piece, his beautiful phallus made me call out as it suddenly pushed me open! My cry of pain vanished though and I had no time to protest; his fat tip now inside, my sphincter locked tight as it hot wonderfully massaged by his slender shaft as he rode is slowly in and out of me. Now, as my sense of euphoria spread throughout me, the resistance worked in my favour, now as he pulled away, the tip seemed to be locked in and acted as his marker to driver back into me once more. I put my mouth to my arm as he fucked me, so good did it feel. He put his hands to my hips and continued to fuck me, slow and steady and sensationally unrelenting! I had forgotten how hard my cock was, but was reminded when I felt a hand on it! Just a watcher, I thought as the observer leant in to wank me. They worked in unison, his tugs on my cock in time to his pumps into my arse. And soon the pace quickened. I was aware of his long thin cock sending his probe deep into me. He changed his angle on me slightly and without warning, I knew I was about to come! His friend milked on my cock as my orgasm rose inside me. Now I shifted and his new position knocked me off balance, I dropped to my knees and thankfully he followed. I dropped my head and looked back under me. My shirt and tie hung down, but I could just see the watchers hand wanking over my cock and then as the chap buried himself deep in me once more, my come blasted out and I found my self shouting out in ecstasy. He fucked me a little harder at this point, but finally my legs gave way and I fell forwards and off his cock. I managed to shift so as to not fall into my own come – mud I could some how talk my way out of, but a come stain would be a different story. I twisted and I landed my bum on the guys jacket, just in time to see the watcher take his cock in his mouth. “Hmmm, that was amazing, youngster,” he said, “now do you mind I finish with my watcher here?” “No,” I replied honestly, I had just come anyhow so was not going to be good for much. I wiped my cock off with another napkin and I pulled my clothes back together just as the watcher was really starting to suck him. “Thanks,” I offered gingerly, “today's my birthday, and I am not sure I could have had a better present!” The watcher laughed as the old man wished me, “Happy Birthday, youngster!” and I headed back to my car.