The weather is playing havoc with my libido. It's making me horny and in need of more cock. I usually try and space visits to my favourite cottaging haunt on the A3 but after just one week after sucking my first black cock i was back there looking for more, any colour or size. I had business in Guildford so I had a good reason to be travelling up and down the A3. On the outward journey nothing happened as the car park was busy with dog walkers. The occasional lone driven cars came and went obviously put off. After ten minutes I decided to quit too and try my luck on the way home. On the return visit the car park was still a little busy with dog walkers but there was now a few lone men sitting in their cars. A good sign. I didn't have to wait long for a Mercedes drew up beside me, facing in towards the parking space, so our driver's windows were directly opposite each other. The Merc was driven by a nice looking business type in his forties. At first I thought the man was talking to me through the closed window of his car then it appeared that he was on a speaker phone. I gave him a quizzical look and he smiled back and made a "I am on the phone" sign with his hand. The man got out of his and dialled up a number on his phone and began making another call, which, from the sound of the conversation, was a business call. Surely not looking for cock and doing business at the same time I thought? He was. This guy was a cool customer. I could obviously tell he was looking for fun because as made his call he leant against the Mercedes in a way that i can only describe as provocative. He was dressed in a suit trousers and a smart shirt. The front of his pants showed all the signs of a fine bulge and he definitely wanted me to see it. I responded by staring at it with my hands under my T-shirt playing with my nipples After he finished his call we exchanged normal pleasantries like "Do you come her often". I said I was a regular and he replied he was the occasional visitor usually on his way home to the south coast if he had business in the area. I regailed him with my recent visits and had experienced my first dogging and black cock.and he finally he asked what I was into. I gave my stock answer "Cock and Spunk." and asked him what was his. "Anything, but my favourite is being dominated when I get the chance." Previously I'd couldn't have imagined how that would work out in the woods but after a dogging experience with a 'master' and his 'slave' a few weeks ago I now know anything is possible in this out door cottage. The man told me that he goes dogging with female fuck buddies, who were usually married women he'd met on the internet and looking for fun outside marriage. It would seem bordom is a great provider of the horny whether they be men or woman. On seeing that I was not only aroused by what he had just told me but interested so he got his mobile out and showed me some pictures he had stored on a secret squirrel section on his smart phone. My favourite porn is always of the amateur variety. Not glamourous porn stars but folk who look 'real' in every sense of the word. Fat, thin, short, tall. old and young I suppose 'ordinary' would be the right word. The women on the mans phone were up the scale in looks and types, these were 'sorts' all very attractive, big titted and his own words "Very dirty ladies." There were pictures of him in a cuckhold threesome, being sucked off in his car, lady friends showing their fannies in public places. All pictures were very horny and it didn't go unoticed that he had a very nice cock. This gentleman was into everything, just like me, but being 'dominated' was his thing! Where this was going I had no idea but it soon came to a halt when we both realised we talked too long and we shouldn't be in the car park but on our way to other places with me at home letting in the gas man to service the boiler and he at a meeting. What a lovely man On the way home my mind boggled at the thought of what we would have got up to into the woods. Meeting this guy had really set me up for another visit sooner than later so as the wife was away for the day I was back there at 11 o'clock the following morning. The car park was empty when i arrived so I had a nipple play. A couple of cars came in with lone drivers and parked up and I thought it wouldn't be long before one of them made a move into the woods and sure enough a BMW driver, slim and in his 40's and wearing shorts was soon on his way pay up the path towards the sapling area where all the action takes place. I was out of the car like a shot before anyone else so as not to miss an opportunity. The guy headed towards the place which I use, which is well hidden from the view and very private. I was still about 20 yards behind him when he turned around and slowly walked back past me. Now here is the odd thing about cottaging. Some men, like the man I'd met the day before, are friendly and open about everything and then there are the others who are just silent and do anything not to engage in either eye contact or conversation. This chap was the latter. As he walked past me his eyes were firmly rooted to the ground. I walked on assuming I was not his 'type.' I looked back to see he has stopped and was looking in my direction but not at me. I carried on to the 'spot' in the hope he might follow. I waited in the cover for a minute or two and there was no sign of him I assumed he and I were not going to happen. I then went back out onto the path and there he was standing there, still looking everywhere but at me. He then walked passed me and stopped a little further up and got his limp uncut cock out. At first I thought he was having a pee but he started to wank. He then walked a little further on and pulled down his shorts down. I could tell he didn't know about the secret hiding place so I went passed him and made my way in among the bushes. He followed. All still in silence and no eye contact whatsoever. I went deeper in than normal and found an even more hidden spot. I turned around and there was the man, shorts pulled down, wanking his now growing prick, walking towards me. I got down on my knees so he was in no doubt what I wanted. His cock. He walked, his now swelling uncut, straight into my mouth. It still not as hard as it could be, but was stiffening. Boy did I savour this dick. It was about 7 inches with a foreskin that covers the bellend even when hard I was in no rush for this gorgeous cock to spunk so i went to town on it. I wanked it. I stem licked it. Gently sucked each bollock and tongued the fluted end and rimmed the helmet. All still in silence. Even the birds were quiet. If there was any noise it was the sucking and groaning coming from me at the pleasure of having this wonderful cock in my mouth. After about five minutes, still in my element, sucking away hands free, so I could play with my nipples, the man reached down and began to feel me up. As usual when out cottaging, my cock is never hard enough to be of any fun so I made my normal feeble excuses. It didn't stop him, and without a murmur, he pulled my shorts down and knickers to one side and began to suck me off with some expertise. It was now fun. As I don't get my cocked sucked that often it reminded me why we like being given blow jobs. Must remind the wife that! My cock got harder and I was soon on the verge on coming. As spunking just yet wasn't in my script that morning I asked the guy to stop as it was his load I wanted. Almost too late, as he pulled his mouth away, I started to spurt a few drops on the forest floor. I went down on his again and began to suck and wank him off. The man then muttered the only words I was ever going to hear him say 'I am going to cum now" and then took over wanking himself off and as his strokes were soon fast and furious I knew he was going to spunk. I positioned my mouth ready for his load and didn't have long to wait for I could feel the jets of mildly bitter spunk as they landed on my tongue. Yummy stuff. Again that was another first for me as that was the first time someone had aimed their cock and spunked into my open mouth. I then took the cock back into my mouth and sucked any drips that might be in the offing and as soon as I had and in a flash, the man pulled up his shorts and was gone. Without a word! As they say there is nothing queer but it takes all types, especially when out cottaging. MM