I have recounted how I had been propositioned by a stranger in our local woods.

I found the experience incredibly exciting, and took every chance I could to go back there in the hope of repeating the experience. Although I did encounter a few men wandering through that area none seemed interested in me, so the first couple of visits were fruitless. Eventually though I did take the fancy of a pension aged older man who indicated he was interested by groping his crotch. Soon thereafter he had my top off and his tongue in my mouth, quickly followed by his cock. He fed me his load as he stood over me whilst I sat on one of the benches.

Now finished started to dress himself, whilst I sat back in the sunshine, leaving my shirt off, basking in the warmth and the heady taste of semen on my tongue. Before he could even zip himself up there was a rustle in the bushes on the opposite side of the clearing and another stranger appeared. He was late 40s or early 50s, tall and well built. Although it was a hot day he was wearing a stained boiler suit and heavy boots, which seemed odd, but  then I guessed he was a mechanic or something similar. He walked straight over to me and stood close by. I could smell oil and noticed his hands were dirty, but mostly I noticed how he exuded manliness.

The first guy managed to finish dressing and made a hasty retreat down the path, but I was too focused on the new arrival to notice.

“You missed a bit” he said. I had no idea what this meant, but looked down when he nodded his head and realised there was a dollop of sperm on my stomach, left over from my first encounter. Clearly I hadn’t swallowed quite as efficiently as I thought.

Without another word he reached over and dipped his grubby finger in the cum, then rubbed it onto and into my lips. I was ready to be appalled, but instead his confidence and, oddly, the fact that he was not freshly showered made me instantly horny.

I now sat watching, enthralled as he popped open the fastenings of his boiler suit, pulling it down around his waist, revealing a pair of white cotton y fronts. He was covered in black hair (I had never seen a hairy man before) and this extended to his pubes, which were revealed when he pulled his underwear down. I however was transfixed by the sight of the biggest, most gorgeous cock I had ever seen up to that point.

He must have been 8”, thick, veiny, cut and already hard. This was the sort of cock only seen in porn films, and I was instantly lusting after it. Which was lucky, as its owner put one hand on my head and, without asking, pushed this magnificent tool into my mouth. 

The smell of his musty, sweaty crotch caught me for an instant, but the taste of his juices distracted me, and moments later I had my hand wrapped and his shaft as I serviced him with my tongue and lips. He kept his hand on my head the whole time, grunting as he added a little thrust with his hips each time I went down on him.

We stayed like this for a while, both lost in the moment, occasionally breaking off so I could swallow and get some air, before I sensed that there was someone else there. Breaking off for a moment I looked around, and found a young, slim guy in his 20s standing behind us on the other side of the bench.He was wearing cycling gear, but his shorts were pulled down and he was masturbating a very hard, slim, 6” cock. 

The surprise of this 2nd visitor turned to pleasure as I realised how horny it made me feel knowing he was watching me satisfy the other stranger, and I turned a little on the bench so that he could clearly see me return to sucking that monster cock.

As my sucking and bobbing became faster and more insistent, his wanking became more intense. Eventually he let out a couple of sharp gasps before shooting a single bullet of cum straight at me. He was only a couple of feet away from me, so the jizz splashed messily on my shoulder and chest.

The heady smell of cum joined the aroma of the guy I was blowing, making me hornier than ever. It must have had the same effect on the mechanic, as he started to grunt and grabbed hold of my hair as his thrusting intensified. Sure enough a few moments later he let out a loud grunt as his cock exploded in my mouth.

I was ready and willing to take it, but would not have had a choice anyway as he clamped my head in place, forcing me to swallow what turned out to be a sizeable load. 

We were both panting hard and covered in sweat as he finally released my head and allowed me to breath properly. The cyclist was nowhere to be seen, presumably having cleared off. The greasy strangers cock was still remarkably hard though, and he thrilled me even more by rubbing it in the cyclist’s cum and ordering me to clean that up too.

Finally spent, he smiled for the first time, said thanks and walked off, buttoning himself up as he strolled away. 

This was my first experience of being used by a dominant man, but it taught me how much I loved the feeling of being helpless, harking back to all my virginal fantasies of being used and abused by older men. I knew now I wanted to explore this much further, but had no inkling about the strange and sometimes scary situations I would find myself in.