Another gorgeous hot sticky July afternoon, and I’d decided it was just the right weather for some sticky cocksucking. I drove off to a quiet local car park, and had a smoke, while I waited for some guy to turn up needing a nice relaxing afternoon bj. I’d just finished my fag when a small white van pulled in, and parked about ten feet away, his driver door parallel to mine. I recognised the guy - tall, short dark hair, 30-ish, not bad looking - ‘cos I’d been into the woods with him the week before, and drunk copious amounts of his piss before swallowing his load. So I was looking forward to another yummy wad. His driver door opened, and I got out, shut mine, and strolled over. He’d already got his jeans around his ankles, and was wanking his lovely curved 7 inches.
We didn’t even say hi, I just leant into his cab and took his semi hard dick in my mouth all the way, and then had that delicious feeling of it slowly - well in his case, quite quickly, ha’s a very virile young lad! - hardening as I sucked it. I got to the point of tasting his precum, and by now I’d got my cock out and was wanking myself, when he gently pushed me off, leant forward, and returned the favour. I’m perfectly happy to suck another guy all the way without expecting anything in return, so do I'm not usually on the receiving end, but this was heaven, his hot wet mouth enveloping my cock and bringing it to full attention pretty fast.
He pulled back, and started wriggling, got a trainer off, got his leg out of his jeans, swivelled around, slid down in his seat, and spread his legs, presenting me a lovely view of his rose, then grabbed my now solid cock and pulled it towards his hole. I was leaking plenty of precum, but he spit in his hand and rubbed it round his arse for good measure, then pulled my cock up to his hole. Neither of us said a word.
Now in all my years of horny gay sex, I’ve very rarely fucked a guy; given countless blowjobs, was fucked by my big muscly Irish security guard a lot for twenty years (I'll get round to him another time...), and in recent years fucked precisely three blokes. So I’m not usually given to being the top guy... but then I'd really enjoyed having my cock up those guys' arses, so I wasn’t about to turn down a willing wet hole. I leant forward and shoved, slow but firm.
There was a moment’s resistance, then I felt my bellend sliding in. Damn, his arse was hot! And tight! I was bareback - neither of us had stopped to ask about a condom - and there was so much more sensation as I slid in, the only lubrication was my precum and his spit, and that wasn't as slippery as lube would be. I took my time slowly pushing in and pulling out, shoving harder and getting a bit deeper with each stroke, until I got to the hilt, and held it there; the sensation was so horny I was afraid I’d come straight away! He let me rest for a few seconds, then whispered “Mmmmm, that’s good! Do you like it?”
“Oh yes” I gasped.
“Come on" he said as he bucked his hips up towardsme, then, "Fuck me, hard as you fucking like, I want your cum inside me.”
He was wanking himself hard, and I was getting a great show, my cock up to the hilt in his arse, and him wanking his lovely 7inches, now shining with his juices. I'd calmed down a bit, and knew I wasn't about to come, so I started fucking him with slow deep strokes, revelling in the heat and tightness of his arse and the sweaty sticky sliding.
“Oh yeah, yeah, fuck that’s lovely! Harder, harder, do it harder, ah yeah, fucking come inside me...”
Well with that kind of encouragement I didn’t - couldn’t! - last much longer. Another couple of minutes of shagging him harder than I’d ever been fucked myself - and my Irishman was not a gentle slow guy - and I was there, gasping as I shot my load into him.
I didn’t pull out straight away, I was still enjoying the feel of his arse squeezing my softening cock, and watching him finish himself off. He shot a huge load, gasping as he came, spurt after spurt. Then I finally did pull out so I could lean down and lick his lovely salty cum off his tummy!
He passed me some tissues to clean my cock while he pulled his jeans back on.
“Cheers, mate, wow, that was a proper seeing-to! I thought you were just sub! You got a nice hard cock, just the right size for my arse.”
“Cheers to you” I said, “Surprised me too! Don’t usually do the top thing, but I wouldn’t have wanted to miss that! See you next time, then.”
He drove off, and I was about to, when someone else turned up...
