If you go down to the woods...
In my younger days, most weekends were filled with the hunt for older cocks at my local public convenience. I had been propositioned on several occasions by guys about my own age, but I just never found them as appealing as an older gent, and inevitably turned down their advances. After striking gold, so to speak, within my first couple of forays into cottaging and lucking out with the horny old man in his seventies with a gorgeous, big cock that always got hard as soon as he started to play with mine, younger guys were never going to be as generous or attentive as the lovers of a more senior vintage. The added bonus of being with a more experienced gentleman was that he didn’t blow his load in less than a minute! You could savour his seasoned member, and appreciate his precious cum when you had expertly drawn it out from his greying sac.
One weekend in my mid twenties, I prowled the town’s public toilets, looking for a bit of cock fun. It was a gloriously hot midsummer’s day, as the sun beat down in the early afternoon, turning the heat hazed pavement into a mini furnace. I sought refuge inside the convenience, and as my vision adjusted after entering, I noticed a familiar figure standing at the long stainless steel urinal. It was the very first guy I had encountered that had set me off on this pursuit of older pricks to pleasure. I stood beside him as he nervously stood there, his eyes surreptitiously checking my slowly inflating penis as I released it from my flies. As my cock reached full arousal, his eyes had never moved off it; he was transfixed and he was now wanking his own semi aroused member.
‘You don’t recognize me, do you?’ I softly spake in the confines of the cool, tiled environment.
He carried on with his enthusiastic masturbation, but finally raised his eyes to belatedly look me in the face instead of the sight of my hardened cock. He smiled embarassedly, but persisted with his gleeful wanking, mumbling some pleasantries, before lowering his eyes once more to my swollen prick.
‘You know, it’s a lovely day. I’ve got my car outside. Would you like to go somewhere for some fun?’ I enquired.
He nodded his head enthusiastically, and removed his hand from his chubby pink cock, as we both concealed our aroused members into the confines of their underwear and clothing. The pair of us departed the refuge of the cool convenience, and entered my vehicle. This was off the cuff, and I certainly hadn’t planned for any particular place to take him, but I recalled an ideal place from my youth that was close enough to a main road as to be accessible, but far enough from civilization so as to not encounter rogue ramblers and dog walkers. The drive was no more than a fifteen minute journey, and I attempted to make small talk with my passenger. I looked across at him, and I could see that he was incredibly nervous. After several one word responses, and quickly running out of limited conversation, I decided to let the radio play as we completed the short drive to our destination.
As I pulled into the gravel lay-by opposite a plantation of tall firs and spruces, and turned off the car’s engine, I looked across at my rigid and tense passenger. Looking back, he probably wasn’t sure if I’d brought him here for some man on man action or whether I planned to do him any harm. I placed my left hand on his thigh, letting it rub up against his crotch.
‘Well, here we are. Follow me.’ I uttered, and we left the car and headed into the shade of the trees.
Within a few steps, the cover of the trees had completely obscured the sight of the road, and it was noticeably cooler under the pines. When I was convinced that there was no danger of us being spotted by even the most adventurous voyeur, I stopped, and proceeded to unbuckle my belt. I watched as my companion stood transfixed, his eyes never raised above my waist. As I let my jeans gently slip down my legs, and then slowly lowering my boxer shorts, my rapidly stiffening cock was exposed to his gaze. He eagerly reached out and encased it with his chubby fingers, his touch ever so gentle and light. Most guys would grab a hold of my cock and furiously wank it; this was a tender massage and soft caresses. Each gentle stroke sent waves of pleasure around my lower body, emanating from my penis, but bringing every nerve end to life with each delightful touch. I must have let him slowly stroke me for a minute or so, my lower body thrumming in ecstasy, my reddened tip gleaming in a covering of sticky sweet pre-cum.
‘Get your cock out!’ I ordered. ‘I want to suck your lovely, fat dick!’
His trousers and underwear were around his ankles in seconds, his hairless, semi aroused member sitting below his pot belly. I sunk to the covering of pine needles on the forest floor, and gently grasped his slowly expanding prick, rolling back the remnants of his foreskin as his pink tip was revealed. I greedily took him into my mouth and sucked hard. I bobbed my head along the length of his member, feeling it harden further, becoming fully aroused. I released his hardened prick from the suction of my hot mouth and ran my tongue over his pink and red sac, stroking his buttocks with my hands as I lapped at his scrotum. I took him once more into my mouth and worked his fat penis with my lips and tongue. His cock never had an aroma or taste, which was weird, as I knew that my own cock could give off an oceanic smell if left unattended! My hands wandered to his inner thighs as I continued to gobble on his juicy prick, which brought out quiet little moans from him. After a few minutes of sucking and slurping on his fat member, my hands wandering everywhere from his perineum to his lower back and bottom, he was getting more worked up. He rocked his stocky frame, screwing my mouth and face. And then his cock throbbed and pulsed, expanded ever so slightly, and my palette was flooded with sweet, runny cum. I can best describe it as the equivalent of pre-cum, but this was his end product. And it was so delightfully sweet! Unfortunately, after about three short, but intense, ejaculations, I could feel his member start to deflate as his orgasm subsided. But I had my precious reward…
After consuming his sweet tasting sperm, I arose from the forest floor, pine needles stuck to my legs. My hard cock was pointing out, wanting some attention, it’s exposed tip glistening in the dappled shade of the trees. My partner, in his post orgasmic state, didn’t seem as interested in pleasuring my aroused tool as at the beginning of our encounter. Nonetheless, I wanted some release.
‘Touch it. Wank it!’ I lowly growled to my companion.
He gingerly reached over and encased it in his hand. Once more his gentle caresses and strokes brought my lower body to life.
‘Oh, that’s so good. Don’t stop!’ I moaned as he expertly wanked me.
I could tell from his body language that he probably didn’t want to be there, but I had done more than enough to warrant some satisfaction. I had given him plenty of blowjobs in the toilets over the years, and all I ever received was being felt up without an orgasm in return. He was going to make me cum today. I was going to make sure of that! Besides, it may have only been a fifteen minute drive, but it was an awfully long walk back to the toilets!
And so his hand worked it’s way around my veined prick, my ecstasy quickly building to a crescendo. As the pleasure intensified, I panted and moaned, unconstrained by the need to conceal my actions inside a locked cubicle, revelling in the pleasure as he massaged my hardened member.
‘Oh… I’m going to cum..!’ I groaned as he took a strategic step to the side.
My cock twitched and my body jerked as a jet of spunk flew out into the trees and pine needles. Several more ropes of cum ejaculated, splattering onto the forest floor. And then I removed my partner’s hand from my penis, the sensitivity too much to bear.
‘Wow! That was amazing!’ I complimented my companion, and he nervously smiled.
We both reached down and pulled up our underwear and trousers, making ourselves presentable once more, before making the short drive back to the public toilets. Although this was not planned, I had had a wonderful afternoon in the company of my older friend, as he had finally brought me to a delightful orgasm hidden away in the back end of beyond.
One weekend in my mid twenties, I prowled the town’s public toilets, looking for a bit of cock fun. It was a gloriously hot midsummer’s day, as the sun beat down in the early afternoon, turning the heat hazed pavement into a mini furnace. I sought refuge inside the convenience, and as my vision adjusted after entering, I noticed a familiar figure standing at the long stainless steel urinal. It was the very first guy I had encountered that had set me off on this pursuit of older pricks to pleasure. I stood beside him as he nervously stood there, his eyes surreptitiously checking my slowly inflating penis as I released it from my flies. As my cock reached full arousal, his eyes had never moved off it; he was transfixed and he was now wanking his own semi aroused member.
‘You don’t recognize me, do you?’ I softly spake in the confines of the cool, tiled environment.
He carried on with his enthusiastic masturbation, but finally raised his eyes to belatedly look me in the face instead of the sight of my hardened cock. He smiled embarassedly, but persisted with his gleeful wanking, mumbling some pleasantries, before lowering his eyes once more to my swollen prick.
‘You know, it’s a lovely day. I’ve got my car outside. Would you like to go somewhere for some fun?’ I enquired.
He nodded his head enthusiastically, and removed his hand from his chubby pink cock, as we both concealed our aroused members into the confines of their underwear and clothing. The pair of us departed the refuge of the cool convenience, and entered my vehicle. This was off the cuff, and I certainly hadn’t planned for any particular place to take him, but I recalled an ideal place from my youth that was close enough to a main road as to be accessible, but far enough from civilization so as to not encounter rogue ramblers and dog walkers. The drive was no more than a fifteen minute journey, and I attempted to make small talk with my passenger. I looked across at him, and I could see that he was incredibly nervous. After several one word responses, and quickly running out of limited conversation, I decided to let the radio play as we completed the short drive to our destination.
As I pulled into the gravel lay-by opposite a plantation of tall firs and spruces, and turned off the car’s engine, I looked across at my rigid and tense passenger. Looking back, he probably wasn’t sure if I’d brought him here for some man on man action or whether I planned to do him any harm. I placed my left hand on his thigh, letting it rub up against his crotch.
‘Well, here we are. Follow me.’ I uttered, and we left the car and headed into the shade of the trees.
Within a few steps, the cover of the trees had completely obscured the sight of the road, and it was noticeably cooler under the pines. When I was convinced that there was no danger of us being spotted by even the most adventurous voyeur, I stopped, and proceeded to unbuckle my belt. I watched as my companion stood transfixed, his eyes never raised above my waist. As I let my jeans gently slip down my legs, and then slowly lowering my boxer shorts, my rapidly stiffening cock was exposed to his gaze. He eagerly reached out and encased it with his chubby fingers, his touch ever so gentle and light. Most guys would grab a hold of my cock and furiously wank it; this was a tender massage and soft caresses. Each gentle stroke sent waves of pleasure around my lower body, emanating from my penis, but bringing every nerve end to life with each delightful touch. I must have let him slowly stroke me for a minute or so, my lower body thrumming in ecstasy, my reddened tip gleaming in a covering of sticky sweet pre-cum.
‘Get your cock out!’ I ordered. ‘I want to suck your lovely, fat dick!’
His trousers and underwear were around his ankles in seconds, his hairless, semi aroused member sitting below his pot belly. I sunk to the covering of pine needles on the forest floor, and gently grasped his slowly expanding prick, rolling back the remnants of his foreskin as his pink tip was revealed. I greedily took him into my mouth and sucked hard. I bobbed my head along the length of his member, feeling it harden further, becoming fully aroused. I released his hardened prick from the suction of my hot mouth and ran my tongue over his pink and red sac, stroking his buttocks with my hands as I lapped at his scrotum. I took him once more into my mouth and worked his fat penis with my lips and tongue. His cock never had an aroma or taste, which was weird, as I knew that my own cock could give off an oceanic smell if left unattended! My hands wandered to his inner thighs as I continued to gobble on his juicy prick, which brought out quiet little moans from him. After a few minutes of sucking and slurping on his fat member, my hands wandering everywhere from his perineum to his lower back and bottom, he was getting more worked up. He rocked his stocky frame, screwing my mouth and face. And then his cock throbbed and pulsed, expanded ever so slightly, and my palette was flooded with sweet, runny cum. I can best describe it as the equivalent of pre-cum, but this was his end product. And it was so delightfully sweet! Unfortunately, after about three short, but intense, ejaculations, I could feel his member start to deflate as his orgasm subsided. But I had my precious reward…
After consuming his sweet tasting sperm, I arose from the forest floor, pine needles stuck to my legs. My hard cock was pointing out, wanting some attention, it’s exposed tip glistening in the dappled shade of the trees. My partner, in his post orgasmic state, didn’t seem as interested in pleasuring my aroused tool as at the beginning of our encounter. Nonetheless, I wanted some release.
‘Touch it. Wank it!’ I lowly growled to my companion.
He gingerly reached over and encased it in his hand. Once more his gentle caresses and strokes brought my lower body to life.
‘Oh, that’s so good. Don’t stop!’ I moaned as he expertly wanked me.
I could tell from his body language that he probably didn’t want to be there, but I had done more than enough to warrant some satisfaction. I had given him plenty of blowjobs in the toilets over the years, and all I ever received was being felt up without an orgasm in return. He was going to make me cum today. I was going to make sure of that! Besides, it may have only been a fifteen minute drive, but it was an awfully long walk back to the toilets!
And so his hand worked it’s way around my veined prick, my ecstasy quickly building to a crescendo. As the pleasure intensified, I panted and moaned, unconstrained by the need to conceal my actions inside a locked cubicle, revelling in the pleasure as he massaged my hardened member.
‘Oh… I’m going to cum..!’ I groaned as he took a strategic step to the side.
My cock twitched and my body jerked as a jet of spunk flew out into the trees and pine needles. Several more ropes of cum ejaculated, splattering onto the forest floor. And then I removed my partner’s hand from my penis, the sensitivity too much to bear.
‘Wow! That was amazing!’ I complimented my companion, and he nervously smiled.
We both reached down and pulled up our underwear and trousers, making ourselves presentable once more, before making the short drive back to the public toilets. Although this was not planned, I had had a wonderful afternoon in the company of my older friend, as he had finally brought me to a delightful orgasm hidden away in the back end of beyond.
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