This is a true experience from last year, during that brief moment between lockdowns when we were allowed out and the sun shone. Because we had been trapped inside for so long my local cruising site was getting lots of use during the day. Even on drizzly days when I drove by I saw that the car park was full. We then had a few clear days when the sun came out, and on one of these days it just so happened that I was working at home alone and horny. With rotten luck though the cruising site’s car park was full of trailers and dirt bikers doing some off-roading, and they had not surprisingly driven the cruising crowd away. I was determined to find some fun, though, and knew of another popular spot about 15 miles away. Quite a distance but I was horny and frustrated so decided to set off. The drive there was lovely through country lanes and small villages. The site was again in some woods with a small car park. Once upon a time it was a hotspot, but use slipped off as it became harder to find and get to once the road it was on was turned into a dead end. Disappointingly, as I pulled in I noticed there were only two other cars there with no occupants. As I debated what to do I saw a young guy coming towards me out of the woods. He was clearly dressed like he was out for some exercise, wearing shorts, a running shirt, trainers and a water bottle belt holder/bum bag, but appeared to be limping. As he got closer I realised it was because he was carrying one of his trainers in his hand. Wondering if he was OK I parked up, stepped out of the car and I asked if he was alright. Up close I could see that he was around 20, slim but in an athletic looking way. As we talked I found that he was well spoken with a slightly camp note to his voice and mannerisms. He explained that he had torn the sole of the shoe clean off in the woods and was having to walk home as he didn't have his phone on him to call his parents to fetch him. I felt sorry for him and was going to offer him my phone, but then when I heard that his village was only a couple of miles away as the crow flies instead asked if he needed a lift. Now he was not my type at all, but seemed pleasant, harmless and in a bit of a pickle. It had also occurred to me that he was out in a notorious cruising spot, wandering in woods which were less than ideal for a run, and I was still as horny as fuck. He protested, saying that I had only just got there and didn't want to be a bother, but I said that I was only there to have “a look around” and could come back later. When I also pointed out that he could hardly walk all that way home on the roads in his sock he relented. As I opened the passenger door I checked him out a little more. His running top was tight, showing his nipples and what I took to be ball piercings in each. As he brushed past me to get in the car I also got the impression that he didn't appear to have anything on under his shorts and there was a hint of a nice sized bulge through the thin material. As I got in and started up we started chatting, and I said I was surprised he ran in the woods as there were no proper trails and only rough ground. He replied that he usually came by this area when he went out for a run, and “just stopped off here for a bit...you know..” and fluttered his hand, accompanied with a little smirk. It was clear to me why he was there and I had to say that I was getting more interested. "So, do you run up here every day?" I asked as we pulled out of the car park onto the road. He said that he was at University so was usually only home between terms, but with the campus closed and nothing else to do had been going up there a lot. Again he smiled and and added "And now I feel terrible making you drive me home, you only just got there yourself. Were you going for a walk?" It was obvious now that we both knew what was going on, and my horniness spiked as I felt a swelling in my shorts suddenly becoming uncomfortable. "Well, I was going for a walk around to see what was happening, but never mind, I can always pop back after I drop you off" I replied with a smile. "Oh no, I feel awful, I feel like I should do something for you..." and as he said this he boldly put his hand on my thigh. I was wearing 3/4 length shorts and at first his hand was on the material but once he heard my low moan to his touch his fingers slipped under the material to stroke my thigh. My cock was hardening rapidly and, as I was not wearing underwear the bulge was obvious. We were now just a couple of minutes outside his village but still in semi wooded country. Thankfully I knew the local area like the back of my hand, having grown up in the next village over. Just before the first house there was a turn off which I took, which led a few yards down a rough track to what was once a fishing area before the pond silted up. What was once a small car park was now cracked and overgrown and, judging from the rubbish, only used by fly tippers. As soon as I parked his hand was inside my shorts, grasping my now throbbing shaft and squeezing. I pushed him away and pulled the waistband down, freeing my cock which sprang out leaving a smear of my juices against my stomach. He didn't need any prompting to take hold of me again, but this time leaned over to guide my cock into his mouth. His lips were wrapped around my helmet and his tongue was rubbing and probing the slit, working just the glans for a few moments. I was gasping with pleasure, changing to a guttural “oh fuck” as his lips slipped further down the shaft. He began to rhythmically bob his head, loud sucking sounds mingling with my moans. His hand slid down from the base of my shaft as he picked up speed and grasped my balls. This made me moan even louder, and he responded by pulling on them as his sucking continued. I was worried that I would cum too quickly, so grabbed his curly hair to pull his head up from my crotch. Feverishly I pulled my shorts off completely, angling towards him and spreading my legs as best I could and telling him to suck and lick my balls. He leaned all the way over as if to do this, but then suddenly darted forward for a kiss. I don't usually kiss a casual hook up, but this was so hot and fast moving that my mouth opened without thinking and soon our tongues were swirling together, me tasting his saliva flavoured with the juices from my cock. His hand had crept back to my cock and he was wanking me as we kissed, so I pulled my head back and pushed his face down. He responded with an expert and thorough licking, getting his head as deep into my crotch as the cramped car allowed. His hot tongue felt wonderful on my balls as his cheek squashed against my shaft, and when he sucked one then the other into his mouth and pulled I nearly shot my load there and then. In my ecstasy I had my head back and was enjoying the experience, but when I glanced over I noticed he had his left hand in his lap and was playing with himself. I was able to reach over and found to my amazement a huge prick on such slim little chap. It felt at least as big as my 8” and as I grasped it found it was about as thick as well. At my touch I heard a groan from the depths of my crotch, and the licking and sucking became more intense. I was about to cum and just managed to tell him this in time for him to clamp his mouth over the head and take the first spurt. He kept it there, working my shaft to milk the last of the spunk out before he released me and sat up. Although he had swallowed there was still a dribble of cum on his lower lip and without thinking I leant in to lick his face. The mix of my cum and his saliva was intoxicating and we kissed for few seconds without breaking for air. I had continued playing with his cock, but now my kisses had pushed him back to his side of the car. I shifted my grip to work him hard and also get my first good look at his manhood. It was magnificent, cut, and gleaming with his juices which were lubricating my hand. it looked like a porn cock and I decided there and then that I was going to suck on that beauty. Letting go for a moment he lifted his arse to allow me to pull his shorts off, then spread himself with one foot on the dash and the other hooked over the back of my chair, opening himself wide. Spread like this I wanted him so badly but, before I could bend down he took my hand and licked sensually, sucking up all of his juices from my fingers and palm. "I like the taste" he said in a husky voice. Now I knew that not only was I going to go down on him, but I was also going to take his load in my mouth as well. Once I bent down I could smell the intoxicating musk of his sex and, wanting him so badly, I didn't bother with any gentle playing. I opened wide and took as much of him in as I could, loving how clean and yet musky he tasted. His hips started to jerk, trying to fuck my mouth and I responded by squeezing his balls as I started to pump him with my mouth. As I sucked my hand slid in between his arse cheeks, which felt wet. On touching his puckered hole a shudder went through his body, and I took this as a cue to slide my finger inside him. He was easy to penetrate, partly because he was quite open but also because he was clearly lubed up. With no further ado i started to finger fuck his man cunt, matching the trusts with my head movements. He was obviously turned on and ready to cum because in less than a minute his meat pulsed and suddenly filled my mouth with spunk. He pumped again and another spurt filled me up, forcing me to swallow most of it. A final small spurt replaced some of my treat though, and as I slid my finger out and sat up his mouth was on mine immediately. His tongue was in my mouth and his lips smeared whatever cum escaped over both our faces. Only once he had sucked his own juice out of my mouth and off my tongue did he relent. As I sat back satiated he reached down to squeeze his still firm shaft, working a dollop of cum which he wiped up with his finger and swallowed with obvious relish. The sight of him doing that in so casual a fashion was so hot I leaned back in and we had another hot, hard, cum flavored kiss. We had been there less than 10mins but it felt like we had had a full workout. The car was hot, humid and smelt of sex and cum and we were both sweating. As I lowered my window to let some air in he could not resist leaning over over to kiss me again, but this time we had a delicious, gentle snog. All too soon though the shorts had to go on, and after a quick clean up I drove him to his house. It was on a residential street with a few people about, so I could not give him a final kiss, but we did swap phone numbers and agreed we wanted to meet again. With that he got out of the car and walked off up the driveway. Even before I got home I had a text telling me he was already horny again, and when I was able to check my phone properly found a pic waiting for me, of him naked in front of a mirror with that big prick in hand, hard and wet....