I had just returned from a glorious vacation. Hadn't gotten off in over a week, so I was horny as hell the next morning. I got up early and decided to take the dog for a romp at one of the vista reststops along the local freeway, where there always seems to be action. A majority of the cars parked there are usually luxury types, so it tends to be a pretty upscale group of horny bi, married guys that are looking to get off.
There was only one car parked there that cold, wet morning, and I pulled in next to the black Mercedes SUV. There was a curly headed young guy sitting in it alone ...... a good indicator. I guessed him to be in his late 30's'early 40's. He looked over at me and I returned his look, while licking my lips. His car sat much higher than my sedan, so he had a good downview. I unzipped, and started playing with myself for his benefit.
Soon I could see by his arm movements that he was starting to doing the same. After I was fully erect, I arched up so he could see my cock. He nodded. I got out of the car (dog still in the back seat, and not happy that I hadn't let him out to play yet) with my fly unzipped, a bottle of poppers visible in my hand, and strolled up the path to the overlook area. Then I took a hard right and wondered over to the bushy area. I noticed he was now out of his car and about 20 yards behind me. I leaned up against the other side of an oak tree and started jacking off.
As he came around he saw me masturbating, unzipped, and walked over. We faced each other and fondled each other's dicks. Then I told him I wanted to suck him off and taste his cum. He said that this was exactly why he'd driven all the way from home for that morning. I sank to my knees in my blue jeans (I wore old jeans knowing they'd get dirty with the rain we'd just had) and took his erect penis in my mouth. He had a thick stubby cut cock that was maybe 5 inches long, but with a nice flared helmet. As I jacked myself off, I licked his cock up and down, and tongued the clear pre-cum that was starting to seep out of his piss slit. I started to masturbate him orally for a few minutes, up and down, while playing with his balls.
I really enjoy servicing a guy while kneeling before him...a throwback to an adolescent fantasy. As he started to get short of breath, I knew he was going to cum pretty soon, so I quickened my head bobbing. He announced rather loudly, "Oh yeah, here it somes. Take it in your mouth baby" (or words to that effect). Good thing we were the only ones around at that early hour. Then I got it all - dumped in my mouth and onto my tongue. I really enjoy that sensation when you sense that salty/soapy taste on your tongue and you can feel the warm semen flood your mouth cavity. And this kid shot a HUGE load - I felt his penis spasm against my tongue with each spurt. As he ejaculated, he grabbed my head and humped in and out of my mouth, moaning loudly as he did. We were both in heaven. This guy was a real "vocal" cummer. When his spurts subsided, I pulled off his dick, looked up at him with both his hands on either side of my head, opened my mouth, and showed him his full cumload on my tongue. He uttered, "My God, that is hot. I've never seen that before!" Then I swallowed it down while our eyes locked on each other.
After we had recovered and tucked in, I introduced myself. He said his name was Brad, but he was living with his girlfriend and couldn't entertain. He wouldn't give me his e-mail or phone numbers. Bummer ...... I'd love to service someone like that regularly.
We each walked back to our cars separately, and I noticed that there was a big white Dodge pickup truck that had pulled in on the other side of me. As is usually the case, there was a lone guy sitting there, looking around for contact. He was kind of a "Bubba" type with a Steelers cap and wool plaid shirt. I took the dog out of the back seat for his long-anticipated romp with his tennis ball. I was still on fire, so I never bothered to zip up, and as I looked back at the pickup, I rubbed my crotch as a signal. And I was sure he picked up on it. After a few minutes of ball throwing, we circled back so I was on the other side of his car.
Brad had left by now. As I approached he rolled down his window and told me my fly was open. I said, "I know". He answered, "What are you into?" and I told him I'd love to suck him off. With that he opened his door, and I saw that his pants and underpants were down around his ankles, and that he was jacking his erect cock, It was a good 7-8 inches and cut - definitely my preference. I put the pooch back in my car, and quickly returned to his pickup. We were the only two vehicles in the lot and it was starting to drizzle. He had a raised cab model, so I could just stand there and it was easy to just lean over and take his cock in my mouth.
I told him to keep watch for unwanted visitors, and that I'd get him off quickly. I pulled the hood of my parka over my head and started to head bob up and down on his nice stiff cock. In less that a minute, he started humping up to meet me, and gasped that he was about to cum. It came as no surprise when he spurted his sperm straight up into my mouth. He had a load even bigger that Brad's, and it just kept cumming and cumming. I was hard pressed to keep in all in my mouth, but I managed. Then I pulled off, looked him straight in the eye and, again, displayed my tastey reward for him on my tongue before swallowing it down.
He just laid back in his seat with his eyes rolled back, and I could see that his cock was still pulsing and drops of semen were still oozing out of the tip. I leaned forward and licked him clean. He thanked me, and pulled out some tissue and cleaned off his dick, which hadn'd softened one bit. He said he'd love to see me jack off and cum. I told him that I'd had a recent prostate procedure and that there was still some blood in my semen. He said, "So much the better. Never seen that. Still want to see you shoot." So I stood there and jacked off for him, and promptly ejaculated my load onto the pavement. He seemed to love watching it as he sat there with his stiff penis still sticking straight up in the air. Then we exchanged names (he was Eric) and numbers and departed. Hope to connect with this guy again. Love his nice hard, big dick. Great way to start a misty Sunday morning, wouldn't you say?
As they say, "Nothing ventured, nothing gained", and visiting this spot confirms that adage. There are many time when I strike out, but it the times like this that make the effort worth it. If you've had similar experiences I'd love to hear about them. Email me at: big69will42@gmail.com Thanks!!!