The very next day, I was back at my spot. Could I have two days in a row of unbelievable anonymous sex? That would be a first for me, actually, since I'd only just recently begun this habit of visiting the Dyke Road stretch most days after work. I'd done the most erotic thing of my life only yesterday, and it would be wonderful to think that there was more coming (pardon the pun). But historical evidence proved that, previously, my opportunities had been few and far between. I think lots of men were interested, but I hadn't met more than a couple that would actually go through with something.
My encounter with Brad had further inflamed my desire for man/man sex. My cock had been rock-hard all day and my fantasies overwhelming since he'd driven away last evening. I'd given him the best blowjob of his life (his words, which I knew were sincere) and we'd shared some incredible time together after that kissing and caressing and getting to know one another. We'd talked about our experiences and our yearnings. That is, when we weren't softly kissing, which he admitted was something he wasn't expecting from a male lover and yet something that he now knew was so erotic and such a turn on that neither of us could go for longer than a few seconds without returning to it.
He and I shared similar stories. Both of us grew up in typical middle-class households, both played lots of sports, both grew up dating and loving sex with women, and both of us knew in our teens that we were attracted to other men sexually. But society has a word for that, and a scorn, so we both played the repression game. We'd similarly married in our late twenties, and both loved our wives. But while I'd waited until my late thirties to have my first sexual experience with another man, he'd found the courage and gone through with it earlier than I had.
Whilst on business a scant five years ago, he'd met a man in his hotel swimming pool and they'd ended up blowing each other, he told me. That was the start of about a dozen or so times since then that he'd had sex with men. He preferred to get sucked, but wasn't averse to slipping a hard cock in between his lips from time to time. And while each time was enjoyable, he admitted that he felt like it was still somewhat 'foreign' to him, that he wasn't quite sure if he was doing it right, and that he wondered if perhaps he was just a bad lover. When he told me how he felt, it was like a light bulb went off over my head, and I began expressing the same feelings after my few encounters. We both shared the same insecurity. Am I doing this right? What should I be doing differently? Am I disappointing my lover?
Just talking about it, finding out that someone else on this planet knew where I was coming from and understood my concerns, was like a great weight lifting off my shoulders. I kissed him far more tenderly at that point, as he did to me. This was becoming an epiphany, of a sort, an amazingly profound bonding experience. By the time that we parted, about an hour's worth of making out later, I truly knew that I WAS a good lover, that I did want to participate in much more sexual and sensual experiences with men, and that I'd found a really good friend in life.
Plus, we'd made a date for me to come over to his house on the weekend, while his wife was away, for some good times. I couldn't wait to get his nine inch uncut cock into my hands again, into my mouth again, and more importantly, to feel that meat inside my ass. I wanted to get fucked, that much I knew more than anything. My only concern now was whether I could take that much penis meat inside me on the first time! I've often fucked myself with a dildo, slathering it in lube and inserting it into my anus while masturbating. But the black monster, as I called it, didn't measure up to Brad, in length or in girth. And even at that, I couldn't get all eight inches of the dildo inside me, and Brad had another inch or so in length. And as for thickness, well, Brad was much bigger than the monster. HOO BOY! It was nerve-racking and a huge turn-on, all at the same time. My mind could think of little else.
Before I'd gotten home that night I had to change into new clothes, which I always kept with me, since I'd cum in my pants with Brad. The first thing I did after kissing the wife (and smiling, knowing where my lips had been half an hour earlier) was get my laptop out and write down my memories of the afternoon. It only took a few minutes, the words flowing like his cum had down my throat earlier. I logged on, and sent it off to the Nifty website. Almost immediately, while checking some other good porn and stroking my now-very-erect cock and drinking up the precum, I received notification that the story would be posted shortly.
The next day, during my busy schedule, I'd logged onto Hotmail a couple of times, and to my utter surprise I'd received dozens of letters from men admiring my story! Holy shit! Many related how hard they'd cum from reading about my encounter with Brad, and many more were wondering if it was real (it was) and if so then was I actually going over to his house to get fucked? (I sure as hell was!) The letters made me feel like dancing! I can't describe how incredibly free it made me feel, knowing that my sexual exploration and experimentation was turning so many other men on as well! People at work in the office must have thought I was crazy that day, the smile that beamed after all that sexual flattery!
So there I was, on Dyke Road again the very next day. I always have some very good weed with me and usually have my pipe lit up as I'm leaving the office tower downtown, so by the time I get to Dyke Road I always have good a good buzz going. I found the parking area near London Farm, an old pioneer house that now operates as a museum, and had just lit my cigar when I noticed a couple in a very fancy BMW pull up. They were young, probably in their twenties, and Asian. She was driving, and very pretty, with long black hair and designer sunglasses. He was younger looking, and very attractive too.
They'd pulled up a dozen or so feet from me, on my passenger side. I looked over as she shut the car off and they both looked over to me, so I smiled my biggest smile and continued to smoke my cigar. My assumption was that they were there to spend some time together, maybe make out, and perhaps do some oral. I started forming speculative story lines in my head. Illicit lovers, parents against their relationship. Maybe they were involved with others, and carrying this affair through on the side. A smile formed on my lips as I thought the incestual fantasy. Brother and sister, drawn to each other out of familiarity and need.
I gave them their space. I couldn't imagine they wanted me watching, so I just admired the sun making it's lazy trail toward the Pacific Ocean, turning the wispy lingering clouds various shades of orange and red and purple. Even if there was no sexual activity, spending the last hours of the afternoon turning into evening in this setting was a lovely way to end the busy day. Getting a good buzz on, having my one smoke of the day, and watching nature's beauty in all it's awe.
Naturally, I didn't solely look at the sun. I would look in all directions from time to time, taking in the sights of the river. The variety of gulls and herons and other birds going about their business, occasional glances down Dyke Road to see who was coming, who might be walking the trail or biking or rollerblading (it was still early in the year for too much of that). The next time I looked over at them, they were talking, her arm movements quite animated. It looked like she was trying to convince him of something, or nagging him. He looked up at one point towards me, and seeing my eyes looking back at him, he actually smiled and blushed at the same time, looking away from me to her, and then to his lap. Had I embarrassed him? I resumed my scanning the horizon, curious as to the reasons for his reaction. Strange, I thought.
Oh well, you'll never know, Kevy boy!
How wrong I was.
I heard the door closing, and turned to see her approaching my car. She walked with grace around the front, and came to my window. I took time to appraise her. A long black leather coat with fur trim, she was wearing tight black leather pants and a black turtleneck sweater. Her shoes were black as well, so the only thing of color displayed were her lips, a small Oriental oval of scarlet red. She was very sexy, actually!
"Hello" she said quietly as she came close.
I nodded and smiled. "Hi! How's it going? It's a beautiful day, isn't it?"
"Yes, it is." She was nervous, though I couldn't quite figure out why, as she shifted her weight from foot to foot slightly.
"Do you and your friend come here often?"
She shook her head, and quietly said "no." She paused. "This is our first time."
"Well, you couldn't have picked a prettier spot to watch the world go by."
I looked at her friend, still in the car, staring anxiously towards us. He smiled, an edgy one, as if he was pleased and scared all at the same time. Before I could even begin to figure out what he might be thinking, she spoke again.
"Are you Kevin?"
What the???
My momentary shock must have registered on my face, because she gasped, and then turned to go. I had to almost shout at her to get her to stop.
"Wait! How did you know my name?"
Facing me again, her head slightly bowed down, she stepped back towards me. "You wrote the story? On the Internet?"
There was still a few moments when I didn't understand what she was talking about, but they felt like hours. Was she a cop? Did I do something that I can get in trouble for? Are these people spying on me? But then, like a rap on the head, it dawned on me.
The story. My story. On the net, at Nifty. They'd read it!
Her concern seemed to vanish when the broad smile came to my face. She could see that I was suddenly understanding her, and she stepped forward again.
"Yes, that's me. Sorry, it took me awhile to get what you were talking about. So," I added, "you read the story?"
She nodded rapidly and pointed at her car. "Henry and I read it today. We were looking for, well..." She was searching for words.
"Don't be embarrassed. Just tell me what's on your mind".
A few moments later, she balled up her courage. "We are looking for someone to teach us how to suck."
"How to suck?"
"Yes, please. To suck. To suck cock good."
I almost laughed, the thought of these young people, almost kids, tracking me down like this. Then I thought more about what she'd said.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"Tracy. And my boyfriend is Henry."
"Yes," I replied. "So you mentioned". I paused for a second, forming my question carefully. "Did you say that you both want to learn how to suck cock?"
She smiled, like the proverbial Cheshire cat. "Yes, we both want to learn how to suck cock. Henry is very shy, but he's secretly bisexual. He wants to learn more about it. He reads a lot of porn on the Internet, and he found your story this morning. He thought it was so sexy and exciting and it turned him on, and he recognized that this was the place," she waved at the river's edge rest stop, "and he showed it to me, and we decided to see if you are a real person or not."
Now it was my turn to smile. "Yup, I'm real!"
"And I want to learn how to suck his cock, to suck it good. I have never done that, and I want to learn."
For a reason that I'm assuming was to turn me on, she pulled open her coat and showed me her body. It was nice, young and lean with small pert breasts and a tight vee leading to her pussy. Definitely a looker! Then, I turned my head and saw Henry, still sitting in the car. I didn't even have to think on it, I simply waved at him to come over, and he just about leaped out of the door. As he came around the front of their BMW, I could see his hard-on in his jeans. He was shorter than her, though not by much, with full lips and what looked like a swimmers build under the tee. Delicious, from a short distance!
He came to stand next to her, and the evidence of being turned on was all the more closer.
"Did you ask him?" he said to Tracy.
She nodded quickly. "Yes, baby!"
"And will you?" he asked me eagerly. "Please?"
My eyes traveled up his body, starting at his legs, stopping obviously at his crotch and imagining that hot young cocks' taste, and then moving up to his chest and then his face. He was smiling broadly, albeit with a tinge of anxiety. He moved his hand down to grab his hard-on, as if to show it to me. I grinned, which he noticed.
"If you show Tracy on me, you can show her on you. I really want to suck cock good!"
It took me all of a second or two to decide that I'd do it, but I suddenly had the urge to play with them awhile.
"Show me your cock, right now."
Standing on the edge of the mighty river, with the ocean a stone's throw away, and totally open to anyone who might be in the vicinity, Henry didn't even flinch. His hands moved to his zipper and belt, and a moment or two later he was peeling down his pants, flashing a six-inch cut cock and smooth balls and legs. Yummy!
Tracy let out a huge laugh, and reached out to delicately touch her boyfriend's penis. It bobbled, like one of those toys you can buy in dollar stores, and she giggled at the movement she'd caused.
"Now, you," I said, pointing to Tracy, "show me your tits."
She hesitated for a moment, looking to Henry for his approval. He nodded so hard I thought he might hurt his neck! She then turned to me, and pulled her turtleneck upwards, her elbows extending outwards. Wearing a black lacy bra, I could just make out the nubs of her obviously erect nipples in the center. I let her stand there for awhile, her face covered by her clothes. When she didn't hear anything more, she waited another second or two and then lowered her sweater a little and looked down at me.
She saw me holding her boyfriends cock in my hand, as he stood next to my car, admiring it's weight. I looked up and fixed my best serious stare at her. "Get in the car, both of you right now. Henry first, and then you, Tracy."
He ran around the back, she ran around the front, and within a few moments both were in the front seat of my car. I'd moved the steering column up as far as it would go, so while it was tight in the front seat with three of us, I was confident there'd be enough room to achieve what I wanted.
As soon as they were seated, I turned to him and wrapped my hand around his wet shaft (god, I remember being younger and generating rivers of precum too!), while my other hand went behind his head to turn it towards mine. "Have you ever kissed a man Henry?"
He shook his head no only once, because by that time my head had lowered down and my lips were on his. This was a really big shock to Henry, there was no doubt. For the first few moments, his lips were as tight as a drum, and his eyes were wide open. He'd not expected this at all! A million things were probably going through his head. He'd never thought of this as being part of man/man sex. Only fags kissed each other, right? He was probably worried what Tracy would think! But I wouldn't let him freeze up, and began stroking my hand up and down his cock while moving my lips on his, gently touching them with just the tip of my tongue, and pressing his head slightly more into mine. It took a few moments, but I could finally feel the tension release in his mouth, and then his eyes closed and he sighed, and the kiss became a real one.
We kissed now, two hungry men with their mouths open and actively seeking out each other's tongue and taste. He was making little moans under his breath, thrusting his hips up and down to get more of his cock into my hands. I came to realize that his breathing was increasing, and remembered that he was a young man who was very turned on, and probably close to cumming. I didn't want that, so I slowed my hand movement down on his cock and began fondling his big ball sac. In the meantime, I pulled my lips from his, and looked him in the eyes to gauge his reaction. When he finally opened them, I could see the satisfaction and joy he felt. He was the one who moved this time, bringing his mouth back to mine for some soft gentle kisses.
That made my cock jump even more in my pants. I'd made another convert!
I looked at Tracy, and her mouth was open wide, amazed at what she was watching. I noticed her fingers lightly stroking near the tops of her thighs, so I knew that she was turned on too. She was watching her boyfriend passionately kissing an older man, obviously getting a sexual charge he'd never get with her, and it was making her hot as well.
Minutes later, I don't know how long, I finally stopped the kiss, and told him to slide his pants all the way to his ankles, and for her to scrunch down and get her face as close to her boyfriend's cock as she could. Sliding down on the leather myself, I spun a little, moving my face to inches from it as well. She looked over at me and smiled.
"First thing you want to do is show the cock that you love it, that you can't wait to taste it and please it and have it in your mouth. You start by kissing it, softly and with feeling, just like this." Then I leaned forward and planted the biggest, softest, wettest kiss I could on the tip of Henry's cock. It twitched, and my tongue scooped up the huge pile of precum that was seeping out. I took my mouth off his head and showed her the juice on my tongue, and then swallowed.
"Make sure you drink all his delicious precum down. It's so good!"
She nodded, as if I was instructing her in life-saving first aid, as if I was the most important teacher she'd ever had. Well, in a way, I guess I was!
I stroked up and down his shaft. "Take some time to really make love to the cock. Feel how hot the skin is, how hard it is, how it moves in your hand. Really enjoy the weight of it, because it is significant." Henry's eyes were closed now, his head thrown back. He was totally letting go, totally just enjoying the moment, ready to be the sexual animal that is within all men. It made me smile and it made me want to continue his pleasure cruise.
Leaning over, I slipped the entire head between my lips. She gasped again, and I noticed in my peripheral vision that she was stroking her pussy from the outside of her tight black pants. Moving up again, I let the head pop out of my mouth, and then took it right back in again. I did that several times, just taking the head inside.
I stopped again, my hands still caressing his shaft. "Did you see that? I just enjoyed the taste and size of the head of Henry's cock in my mouth, getting my lips and tongue and teeth used to having that meat inside. It's very important to really make love to the cock." I let her absorb that in.
"Now, I'm going to start taking more and more of his cock into my mouth, pushing towards the back where my throat starts. You want to make sure that you have plenty of saliva in your mouth, and that as you go up and down the shaft that you're lubricating it at the same time. Watch, okay?"
Tracy nodded, and moved her face a little bit closer again as I started to blow Henry's cock. I used long slow strokes, making sure she could see how my cheeks caved in as I applied suction. I let her hear all the sucking noises I could, making sure she understood that it's okay to make lots of noise and that's the result of a quality blowjob.
I marveled at the taste of him. His cock had an almost floral taste to it, like he'd been rolling around in a country field. His balls were shaved, and his legs smooth to the touch. He looked exactly like what a young lover should look like, I thought. I wondered how he'd react if I started trying to finger his hot ass. Though I usually tend to be a bottom-driven guy, I started entertaining thoughts of fucking this young man. Wouldn't that be yummy!
In the meantime, my mouth still devoured his cock, with his girlfriend watching and studying. He was really getting into it, his moans really loud, his body moving and twitching and going with the sensory flow. I just let him fuck my mouth a little, his six-incher very nicely touching the back of my mouth, my lips now feeling the delicate tickling of his small tuft of pubic hair. I almost had him all the way inside me now, and Tracy was right there with me. I could see it. It was like she was hypnotized, concentrating on nothing but this new world of sex opening up in front of her.
My thoughts were on what she might be thinking when the first shot of cum erupted into my mouth. There were no warning signs from him, no grunts or groans or words, just a huge warm stream of salty liquid hitting near my tonsils and going everywhere, inside and outside my mouth. He was cumming! It was followed by four other shots, each diminishing and much more easy to control. I could feel some of his cum slipping out my lips and down his cock, and I was determined to show the both of them just what a cumslut I actually was.
I swallowed everything I could, and then pulled my mouth off his cock, using my tongue to twirl around his shaft, searching out all the cum I didn't swallow. And to my utter delight, and his too I imagine, I managed to do it.
Tracy started shuddering then, her fingers still tracing between her legs, but on the outside of her pants, as she made herself cum. Her eyes were as wide open as I could imagine they'd ever been. I looked up and Henry was smiling at me, his eyes begging to be kissed again.
I moved up and let him feast on the taste of cum in my mouth. He was like a man possessed, his tongue was darting everywhere inside me. I'd opened up the sexual devil inside, showed him the true path of his sexuality, and felt for just one minute that I was a sexual Svengali! His hands started caressing my chest, headed downwards to my crotch. It only took him a few moments, but he was soon trying to pull my zipper down, freeing my cock.
It was obvious he had cock fever. I'd unleashed it within him. His mouth continued to devour mine, while his hands practically ripped at my pants. He had the need for cock now, the preternatural unquenchable thirst for man-meat, to feel that shaft of pleasure inside his mouth, to drink down the juice of ages.
I continued our kiss and within seconds had pushed my pants down around my ankles. I was saddened when moments later he stopped kissing me, but it was short-lived when I realized he was headed for my cock. I'm a little longer than he is, and about as thick, and I wondered how he'd fare with it.
As it turned out, pretty damn good. He seemed to take to sucking cock like a fish to water. Maybe it's just natural in men, that we know what we'd like done to our own penis, and therefore what to do when someone else's was stuffed inside our lips. Tracy was shaking again, presumably in the throes of another orgasm, as she watched her boyfriend devour my cock. He was slobbering all over it, squealing in delight as his breathing became louder and his slurping sounds far more pronounced. Henry's head started to bob up and down now, his lips sliding over my hot skin in both directions. A natural cocksucker is found!
Tracy had a longing in her eyes the next time I looked at her, so when she turned to me, I whispered for her to suck her boyfriend. Her immediate reaction was one that looked like she was still questioning whether she could do it, but that passed quickly. It became a fire in her eyes that showed me she wanted it, that she needed to do it, that it was something she was going to do passionately and with great energy.
Leaning forward, she moved so that I couldn't see her head anymore, it was blocked by his torso. No matter, because I knew the exact millisecond her lips touched his cock. His suction became like a Hoover at that point, and his moaning became louder than ever before. Two blowjobs in my car at the same time. That was definitely a first!
He really showed a talent for sucking cock, and while I lasted considerably longer than he did, I started feeling the signs and prepared myself for a really glorious cum. I felt like I owed him, and that there is a respect and courtesy that men should show each other, so I moaned out loud that I was going to cum, giving him a chance to back off if it was something he didn't want.
I needn't have worried. He stopped with just the head in his mouth, and applied even more suction. I laughed out loud and then felt my cum rise, shooting out in between his lips. I was groaning out loud, not caring if the windows were open and who might be listening (I hadn't even looked around for more than a few minutes, and momentarily cursed myself for my lack of security in this very public place where cops might cruise by). He managed to drink up almost all of my delicious cum, with only a small amount dribbling down my shaft and onto my balls.
Moments later, he too was moaning again, and I could hear Tracy sucking up his second shot of the hour. I bet it wasn't nearly as much as I swallowed, but I was still so proud for her! Her first mouthful! I know she'll remember it forever. I certainly will too.
He and I kissed some more, as did he and Tracy. I never touched her, though neither did Henry. She had that 'freshly-fucked' look on her face, so I know she'd had a good time. And the smile on her face immediately after her blowjob made it so incredibly evident that she loved the act, loved having her man's cock in her mouth, loved sucking down his seed.
Before they left a half-hour later, she asked me if I'd be writing any more stories. I promised her I would. I'm sure she presumed that they'd be about further conquests, like my upcoming weekend session with Brad.
But for you Tracy, and you Henry, these words are put to paper. I hope you enjoy them, because I certainly enjoyed meeting the both of you. Good luck on exploring your sexuality.
And Henry, if you ever feel like finding a steady lover, cum on down to Dyke Road in the late afternoons/early evenings. I'd love to spend some more time devouring your deliciously hard and toned body!
End of Down on Dyke Road Part 2.
More to come later.
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