Surprise Cruise
Sunday was warm, but breezy with bright blue skies as I was out for a drive in the mid-afternoon. I had decided to visit a wildlife area along my route in order to get out and stretch my legs with no thoughts of any pleasure other than the sunny skies and fresh air. This park has a reservoir that attracts a handful of fishermen down on its banks, but I guess there is no boating as I never see any out on the water. Around the water are wooded hills maybe fifty or sixty feet higher on a fairly level bluff. The trees are actually more like bushy pines low to the ground.
There weren’t really any planned roads through the woods, just gravel tracks that crisscrossed back and forth. As I think back on it, the seclusion and bushes made it a perfect cruising spot. I just never thought of the place that way.
I drove in and parked at an overlook of the lake, but realized that I needed to take a piss. One or two fishermen were parked in the area, and although they were down on the banks, I figured I would drive further in to a more private place. Another few hundred yards on the area it seemed pretty quiet, so I stopped more or less in the middle of a track and stepped out to pee. While my car was blocking the track I was on, there was another track around the other side of a bush.
Finishing up my leak, I shook my dick more times than I had to, perhaps, getting it to start to chub up as I pushed it back in my jeans. Then I heard a vehicle approaching from the other direction. A new red pickup up drove up slowly over the uneven track. It was going so slowly that I could walk up to the half opened passenger window and ask to make sure that I wasn’t blocking him in.
An attractive man about 50 was at the wheel and by himself in the truck. He assured me that He could pass my car with no problem. I noticed he had his right hand over his crotch, but I couldn’t see any indication that the hand was more than just resting there. Still, as he passed me and drove on, I groped my own crotch a time or two. It was probably a pretty obvious signal, if he was checking out his rear view mirror.
He edged past my car, but then stopped about fifteen yards further. I walked back to the passenger side of my car and leaning against the door I decided to pull my dick out and resume stroking it. I was slightly turned away from the truck, but, again, if the driver was looking at me through his passenger side door window he could probably see my right arm stroking.
Nothing happened; the red truck just sat there and the only obvious movement around was my right arm stroking my growing dick. After a few minutes, I decided to walk to a spot behind one of the adjoining bushes. I crammed my cock back in my jeans without zipping them up and moved about ten feet. I was now closer to the truck, but pretty hidden from view. That did it; I heard the truck door open and close as I continued to pull on my dick through my fly.
I didn’t know what to expect as the truck driver came around the other side of the bush, but the first thing I saw was his own dick leading the way. Protruding from his fly was this hard, fat dick head that he, too, was stroking. He came up to me and I immediately reached out to take hold of his meat. After a squeeze or two, I bent over and took it in my mouth. Its smooth firmness tasted wonderful in my mouth as I sucked him all the way in.
After a minute or two of my bobbing back and forth on his cock, I stood up. He reached out for my dick and complemented me on my size—my eight inch dick frequently gets admired. Bending down, he took me into his mouth as I unbuckled my jeans and pushed them down to my knees. He played with my balls gently as he sucked for a while before standing back up. I could see that he was actually shaking with excitement from our al fresco, mutual blow jobs.
I returned to his dick and went back to work on it. This time I undid the button on his jeans as I was blowing him in order to pull them down. Under his jeans he was wearing a new, blue jock strap equipped with a support hole in the front for a dick. In other words, he had come to this spot prepared for some action! I pulled his jock down too, so I could get better access to both dick and balls. I took his entire length into my mouth as I caressed his balls. Then I backed off to just the head in order to lick under the piss slit while I rubbed my upper lip against the crown, all the while maintaining my sucking action.
He didn’t last very long. He pulled out of my mouth and turned slightly in order to jack out his load, but I wasn’t having any of that! I dove back onto his big dickhead and was rewarded with the first few shots of his delicious cum. Then he pulled back again to allow me to see his last few shots. Still trembling with the excitement of the moment, he quickly zipped up and apologized for having to leave to get somewhere. I jacked myself off in order to add my cum on those last few drops of his in the dust.
As I drove off, I realized that this spot was really a great cruising spot with lots of secluded, partially hidden spots to pull off and few random people roaming the back roads of the place. I started to think that at other times I had seen one or two cars parked back there. And I wondered what I had missed.
There weren’t really any planned roads through the woods, just gravel tracks that crisscrossed back and forth. As I think back on it, the seclusion and bushes made it a perfect cruising spot. I just never thought of the place that way.
I drove in and parked at an overlook of the lake, but realized that I needed to take a piss. One or two fishermen were parked in the area, and although they were down on the banks, I figured I would drive further in to a more private place. Another few hundred yards on the area it seemed pretty quiet, so I stopped more or less in the middle of a track and stepped out to pee. While my car was blocking the track I was on, there was another track around the other side of a bush.
Finishing up my leak, I shook my dick more times than I had to, perhaps, getting it to start to chub up as I pushed it back in my jeans. Then I heard a vehicle approaching from the other direction. A new red pickup up drove up slowly over the uneven track. It was going so slowly that I could walk up to the half opened passenger window and ask to make sure that I wasn’t blocking him in.
An attractive man about 50 was at the wheel and by himself in the truck. He assured me that He could pass my car with no problem. I noticed he had his right hand over his crotch, but I couldn’t see any indication that the hand was more than just resting there. Still, as he passed me and drove on, I groped my own crotch a time or two. It was probably a pretty obvious signal, if he was checking out his rear view mirror.
He edged past my car, but then stopped about fifteen yards further. I walked back to the passenger side of my car and leaning against the door I decided to pull my dick out and resume stroking it. I was slightly turned away from the truck, but, again, if the driver was looking at me through his passenger side door window he could probably see my right arm stroking.
Nothing happened; the red truck just sat there and the only obvious movement around was my right arm stroking my growing dick. After a few minutes, I decided to walk to a spot behind one of the adjoining bushes. I crammed my cock back in my jeans without zipping them up and moved about ten feet. I was now closer to the truck, but pretty hidden from view. That did it; I heard the truck door open and close as I continued to pull on my dick through my fly.
I didn’t know what to expect as the truck driver came around the other side of the bush, but the first thing I saw was his own dick leading the way. Protruding from his fly was this hard, fat dick head that he, too, was stroking. He came up to me and I immediately reached out to take hold of his meat. After a squeeze or two, I bent over and took it in my mouth. Its smooth firmness tasted wonderful in my mouth as I sucked him all the way in.
After a minute or two of my bobbing back and forth on his cock, I stood up. He reached out for my dick and complemented me on my size—my eight inch dick frequently gets admired. Bending down, he took me into his mouth as I unbuckled my jeans and pushed them down to my knees. He played with my balls gently as he sucked for a while before standing back up. I could see that he was actually shaking with excitement from our al fresco, mutual blow jobs.
I returned to his dick and went back to work on it. This time I undid the button on his jeans as I was blowing him in order to pull them down. Under his jeans he was wearing a new, blue jock strap equipped with a support hole in the front for a dick. In other words, he had come to this spot prepared for some action! I pulled his jock down too, so I could get better access to both dick and balls. I took his entire length into my mouth as I caressed his balls. Then I backed off to just the head in order to lick under the piss slit while I rubbed my upper lip against the crown, all the while maintaining my sucking action.
He didn’t last very long. He pulled out of my mouth and turned slightly in order to jack out his load, but I wasn’t having any of that! I dove back onto his big dickhead and was rewarded with the first few shots of his delicious cum. Then he pulled back again to allow me to see his last few shots. Still trembling with the excitement of the moment, he quickly zipped up and apologized for having to leave to get somewhere. I jacked myself off in order to add my cum on those last few drops of his in the dust.
As I drove off, I realized that this spot was really a great cruising spot with lots of secluded, partially hidden spots to pull off and few random people roaming the back roads of the place. I started to think that at other times I had seen one or two cars parked back there. And I wondered what I had missed.
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