My wife asked me to drop her off in town as she had a work do. As I said goodbye and started to the long drive home (we live out in the country) I started thinking about a fantasy that had often crossed my mind but I had never dared do. About 1 mile or so out of town there was a popular cruising site and the thought of it had always interested me. I've always liked the idea of messing around with another man but have always been too afraid to go through with it. However as my car moved closer and closer to the spot my heart began to race, should I do it? It was one of the spur of the moment decisions and something inside made me flick the indicator as I neared and I turned into the wooded area. Here I found a car park (it was a popular place in the day to park up and then go on a walk). However at this time it was literally deserted.
Slightly unsure at what I was exactly doing I drove slowly to the end of the car park and parked in one of the spaces. I sat there for 5 minutes, my heart still thumping away in my chest when I suddenly thought "What the fuck am I doing here? This is stupid." I reached for the ignition but just as I was about to turn the key a cars headlights flashed at the entrance and I saw a Ford Mondeo slowly entering the car park. My heart skipped a beat as I watched it inch further towards my car and then park up a few spaces away.
Out climbed a guy who was probably in his 40's. He was tall, thin and wore glasses. He looked towards where he had came and then turned and looked my car. Our eyes met for a moment and he slowly started to walk up the trail, occasionally glancing back as if he wanted me to follow. My heart really was pounding now and I knew I had to make a very important decision. Do I forget this madness, fire up the engine and head home... or do I do something very different. I found myself opening the car door and following this guy up the trail.
I followed him slowly, I was about 20 metres or so further back and watched him get to the top of the hill and then move off the trail and into the woods. I was getting really nervous now, my hands were sweating slightly and had butterflies in my stomach but still continued to push ahead. I stepped cautiously off the path and continued to follow this complete stranger, safe in the knowledge that at some point he would stop and turn to me.
Sure enough this happened. He paused, turned and allowed me to catch up to him. We were 50 or so metres from the trail now, completely hidden from anyone else that might decide to take a late night walk. I nervously said "Alright" as I approached him but he said nothing. He had this expressionless look in his eye and drew closer to me. At this moment I got slightly scared but it was quickly clear what he wanted. His hand reached forward and grabbed at my jeans. I let out a gasp, not entirely sure where exactly this had come from, probably all of the tension that had built up with that walk. I stepped back and found myself leaning on a nearby tree.
Neither of us spoke, we just stared into each others eyes as I allowed this complete strange to rub and grope at my cock through my trousers. And by god wasn't it responding to his touch. I felt it hardening almost instantly as his fingertips squeezed at it through the material. Still with almost a vacant look in his eyes he dropped to his knees and started to yank at my trousers. I found myself reaching down and undoing my belt buckle to help him. What was I doing I thought. This was escalating much quicker than I had previously thought it would. I suddenly felt my underwear being pulled down to my ankles and felt his warm breath on the head of my cock. His hands were cold as he grabbed my erect cock and he stroked it a few times before I watched his mouth open and take me.
Fuck! I thought as the sensation of his hot, wet mouth started to suck on my cock. It felt incredible and he really did know what he was doing. He greedily sucked away as I continued to lean back against the tree and enjoy his excellent work. He sucked hard at first, he must have been horny as hell because I could see him rubbing himself through his trousers as he pleasured me. Then he slowed down and started to almost saviour it. He would look up at me, with that blank look and watch as I struggled to control myself. Then he would take my cock out of his mouth and look at it closely, as if inspecting it, before running his tongue up and down the underside of my shaft. I was leaking plenty of pre-cum by now and he would take his tongue occasionally and run it across my purple head, he was a greedy boy and I wasn't complaining one bit.
He started sucking me harder again and I let out a muffled cry as I neared the point of no return. I wasn't sure whether I should cum or not. I didn't know the rules, this was all so new to me that I blurted out "Fuck I'm going to cum mate" but this only seemed to spur him on and I ended up ejaculating hard into his greedy mouth. I must have pumped into him one of the biggest loads I had ever produced, I was that turned on.
My knees shook, weak with the sudden exertion of energy and also due to the chilly night air. I looked down and saw him cleaning my cock off still and all of sudden reality hit me again. What the fuck had I just done? Who even is this random guy? Was I seriously that horny that I chose to overlook all of this madness?
I reached down and grabbed at my trousers. Almost embarrassingly I pulled them back up and fastened my belt. I was about to make my excuses and leave when I felt his hand on mine. He moved it towards his own trousers now and it was clear what he wanted now. He then said the only words he ever spoke to me "You don't have to suck".
I paused for a moment, unsure what my next move was. I wanted to get the fuck out of there, but at the same time almost felt a sense of guilt. This man had just given me the best blow job ever. Much better than any woman I had ever dated, much better than my wife. I also found myself for the first time really feeling him. His cock was hard, it was big and I could feel a dampness leaking through the fabric. I was curious too, I wanted to see it. All of sudden I found myself unzipping his trousers and reaching in.
He really was a big boy. At least 8 inches or so, very thick, uncut and the tip of his cock was covered in sticky slime of precum. It was fully erect within seconds as my right hand gripped it gently. The heat this thing gave off was something else. It was a pulsating slab of meat and here it was in my hand. I looked up at him as if to say something, but no words passed between us. He had that same expressionless look in his eyes and just watched as I started to wank him off. I wasn't going to suck him, perhaps that was wrong, but that would have been too much. I just wanted to feel it in my hand, I just wanted to watch the skin slide back and forth, I wanted to see it shoot its load. I was fascinated by it.
It didn't take too long. After a couple of minutes of silent stroking I could hear his breathing change. Then all of a sudden, he grunted and I watched as his thick, creamy seed was shot hard onto the grass beneath us. It was a big load, clearly he was a very horny boy I remember thinking. I carried on stroking it for a few moment longer, watching every last drop fall to the ground. "I need to go" I mumbled. But just as I turned to walk away he pushed me against the tree and started to kiss me. I responded yes, but only for 30 seconds or so before reality hit me again "No! I can't do this". I said as I pushed him away and left.
I shut the car door and let out a big loud exhale. What the fuck had I just done I thought. With a shaking hand I turned the key and started driving out of the car park. I saw out of the corner of my eye a figure walking back down the trail. It was him. Would I see him again? Would I even do this again? My wife has another night out planned soon and I'm not sure I can stop now.
