I was gratified by the 2k+ 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 lockdown or should I say, was happening but not any longer.

There was once a local cradle of naturalism & sexual revelry; namely a quiet patch of woody shrubland that during the day, before it's gates got locked at dusk, served as a gathering place for a certain type of rendezvous.

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

After a few minutes 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, one who 'travels by sail and steam', as the French used to say. Ever a hopeful,eh?

Anyhow, my instincts proved me right. Fortune was with me as out of nowhere, leaning 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 replied, blowing on a stubby cigar. Looking away he started to undo his shirt buttons down to his navel. unveiling a bush of ginger hair.

"What you into then"? I enquired as I stepped up real close. 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. "Let me help you with that" I said, as I felt his bulge swelling. I unzipped him & gently released his slightly sweaty sex. It instantly rose upright, like on 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 revealed 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 large 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. 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 the goo. He was still 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 t-shirt. A butcher, no less, clearly trained and skilled at handling meat, so much so my legs had begun to wobble. He took each of my bollocks into his mouth, turning each one over with his tongue. This felt incredible. Then he proceeded to lick my shaft up an down, focusing mostly on its tip. After some minutes of his juicy work out, I didn't reckon I could hold back that much longer so warned him to be careful, I was close, but he snorted and carried on unheeded.

After a more few minutes of this, I checked he wanted it. He grunted more loudly and nodded his head so I let go and shot a volley of hot jets onto his tongue. "Oh yeah, mate" he exclaimed. "Give it to me". Sure thing I thought. "Take it"

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.

With our mutual transitoriness we never did meet again - there was more no 'opportunity' - but I still hold a mental snapshot of that tattoo & those 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 as ask.

All true, no fabrication.