Drove up to my favourite cruising car park on the edge of town this afternoon for a meet with one of my favourite contacts. He’s got a suspicious, demanding wife so we don’t get many chances to hook up, which is a shame, ‘cos he’s early 30s, tall, handsome, really well hung and comes like a horse! Parked up to find he’d texted to say he couldn’t make it, had to pick his wife up in town. Gah! Well, I’m here, I thought, Might as well stick around in case anyone does show. I wasn’t expecting any action, it’s been surprisingly quiet, especially considering that the weather’s been warm and dry and perfect for horny outdoor sex, but I lit a fag and sat back to wait a while, hoping I'd get lucky again. The week before I’d surprised a guy who’d only stopped for a piss, and I'd explained it was the local gay cruising spot; he’d rightly guessed that was why I’d followed him into the woods, and asked what I was offering! So I said straight out I like sucking cock, fancy a blow job? He said he’d never done anything with a guy, but ok, he’d like to give it a try. Ten minutes later he’d shot a huge load down my throat, said it was the best bj he’d ever had, and now he knew about the place would be back for more. 

Back to this afternoon. As it happened, I wasn’t disappointed. I’d just finished my smoke when a transit pulled in and parked opposite. The driver, a young bloke, jumped out and walked round the back, then reappeared a coupla minutes later, so I guessed he'd just stopped for a piss. I hadn't got out of my car, I was just sitting there with the door open. I lit another ciggie. He stood outside his truck, and lit one too, then casually wandered over, and said Well, this is a nice quiet place, isn't it? He was quite cute, shortish like me, and young with it, mid-20s? 

I agreed, and commented that it was off the beaten tourist track, and only used by locals, the occasional dogwalker. Then I thought I’d take a chance and flirt a bit, just in case - I mean,he had walked over and started chatting out of the blue. So I said But mostly it’s guys who came here cruising. Cruising? he said, is that the same as dogging, then? Any women?

Yes it is, I said, But no, just guys. They walk off into the woods over there.

What, and have sex?

Oh yes. 

He then started talking about how that didn't bother him, if folks wanted to do that, it was ok by him, he didn't like anyone telling him what he could or couldn't do etc. And then asked if that was why I was there, and when I said yes, asked what did I like to do? So I told him the story about the builder last week, and how I'd followed him when he only actually came in for a piss, but then, when I'd explained about the gay sex, had decided to take me up on my offer of a blow job, and declared it the best he'd had.

He thought it was pretty funny, and said Well whatever turns you on. Never done it myself, except with a couple of mates when we were really wasted once, but just wanking, you know. So you like sucking blokes off then?

I love it, I said, So can I tempt you? Want me to give you a blow job?
He looked at me and smiled, thought for a moment, and said Yeah, ok, why not? Do we have to go in the woods, it's just I can't lock the van at the moment, the sensor's bust.
No problem, I can jump in your cab. Or we could go in the back if there's room.

A minute later we were climbing into the back of his van. He moved a couple of sacks of metal scrap out of the way, pulled the rear door to, and without any preamble dropped his trousers and jocks to reveal a lovely uncut 6 inch weapon, already half hard and starting to leak precum.

Oh, what a beauty, I said, as I knelt down in front of him. He smelt really sexy, clean and musky. I started by just licking the pre off, and running the tip of my tongue round his glans, still covered by his foreskin, wanking and squeezing his shaft with my hand. Oh, that's gorgeous, wow, he muttered, Oh yeah....

I put my lips round the head of his cock, which was now getting interested, rising up and thickening, and slowly moved my mouth down, just covering the rim, then back, then down again, a little further each time, pulling his foreskin back as I did so, while he made gentle moaning noises. By the time I took him all the way in, he was rock hard, and I rubbed my tongue around his helmet while deep throating him. Oh mate, that's really good, you'll make me come if you keep that up!

Mmm, go on then, I said between mouthfuls. I alternated between moving up and down taking him all the way in, and then pulling back and teasing around his glans with my lips and tongue, then pressing my lips tight together as I went back down. He moaned some more, Oh mate, that feels so good, fuck, I'm gonna come any minute! I began wanking him, my hand around the base of his gorgeous thick curved weapon, moving my mouth up and down in time, and could taste copious amounts of pre flowing out. Oh yeah, that’s it, lovely, oh yesss, I’m... 

His cock throbbed, and I tasted cum down the back of my throat. I moved back slightly, and then he was coming with the kind of full-on balls emptying I-know-I-shouldn’t-be-doing-this-but-it-feels-fucking-great orgasm a guy has when he gets his first bj from another guy, spurt after spurt of thick creamy spunk filling my willing mouth. I swallowed, then swallowed again as more flooded in, until he finally finished, and pulled out. I swallowed the last mouthful, and then he put his cock back in my mouth, and I licked it clean.
Wow, that was a lot of come, I said. Sorry, he replied, Was it ok? It was lovely, I said, I love the taste, and the more the better!

Thanks, he said, That was incredible! Better than the last blow job I had from a woman.

Yeah, I said, I've been told that a lot, or guys say I wish my missus could do it that well. You'd be surprised how many married guys come down here. I give them what they don't get at home, usually while they're on their way back to the wife! So what did you think? Want to do it again?

For sure, he said. My missus won't even bother most of the time, and she won't do that for me anyway. Now I know where to come, maybe I'll see you again. Do you ever do fucking?

Not as often as I'd like, I said, Maybe next time?

Hope so! I’m Wayne, by the way! Terri, I replied. See you again, he said as he got in his van, and drove off. I sat in the car for a bit, savouring the taste of the biggest load I'd swallowed since, well, the week before actually, when I’d given that young builder his first bj from a guy. This is getting to be a habit - Wayne was my fourth first-timer in a week! I love being a guy's first time, and showing them how much pleasure a man can give them - so far they've all said they'll be back for more.... I’ll tell you about the other two later.