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I was well under way with another sexploit, when ...having taken a break from writing it, I returned to find it had disappeared. Very frustrating. I would have posted the finished article by now, had I not lost it, but as yet, I haven’t bothered starting again.

So, instead, as a relatively short (famous last words) interim offering, I shall tell you about an interesting day I had last week.

The weather had turned into the kind that seems to get men horny, Warm, with low humidity. I think it coincided with a full moon (if it wasn’t full...it was close) so all the various ‘apps’ seemed busier than usual, but with a higher proportion of time wasters. I was at work all day so wasn’t in a position to host, but while logged on I still received dozens of messages with offers, over the day, which didn’t amount to anything for one reason or another.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not sitting there on the likes of Grindr, all day, pouring over profiles trying to find someone genuine, who will actually do as they say, but I do keep a regular check and spend some time chatting with anyone who seems of interest.

I did have a 121 or 3some pencilled in, early evening. Kasim (from earlier posts) had been in touch and said that he would ‘maybe’ come over after he’s finished work. I asked if he was interested in a 3some with a guy I’d met 2 days earlier, who MAY be able to come over, but couldn’t guarantee what time he would be in from work. Kasim said he was interested....so I messaged the other fella and then left it to them to get in touch.

All the above said, I was getting regular, chatty messages from a young Finish fella who was very close by. Turns out he was in the same building, though not an employee. He just happened to be working there for the day.

Pictures were swapped, including a couple of him having a stroke in the WC in our building (which I could later verify as genuine as he was wearing the same shoes when we met). He seemed very keen. As the day went on he was obviously getting so horny, the messages were getting hornier and smuttier, as he’d not shot his load.

(the picture taken from the WC)

It was getting towards the end of the day when I sent a message suggesting that I could meet him in the WC to suck his load out. With the pencilled in meeting later on, I wasn't bothered about unloading, myself.

He was enthusiastic, though nervous about the idea. I was getting the impression that he wasn’t overly experienced at this kind of thing. He even asked for reassurance that I wouldn’t tell anyone!

Well course I wouldn’t tell anyone...apart from readers here, however I think It’s extremely unlikely any of you will be able to identify him!

Long story short, he had finished what he was doing and was waiting for another colleague, before heading home. I was pretty much done for the day, so I messaged to say I’d meet him in the 3rd floor washroom, in ‘5 mins’ though I went on to say that if he didn’t want to, either massage to say so, or, if he wasn’t there within another 5 mins, I’d go anyway.

I headed up to the nominated washroom, which was empty. I’m pleased to say that the washrooms in the building aren’t unpleasant...as far as these places go. I opted for the most out of way, stall, went in and locked the door. Within SECONDS someone else blustered in noisily, entered the stall next to me, slammed the door and continued to do what MOST people do in a WC stall. It was almost comical.

In the meanwhile, I sent a message to my quarry, to tell him where I was. He was waiting outside as he’d seen the other fella, go in and was waiting for him to leave again, When he did leave, I unlocked and opened my door so the man from Finland could see where I was.

He breezed in and quickly swept through the door, into the small space and turned towards me. He was in his late 20’s, about 6ft (1,83m), very slim with fresh looking fair skin and short neat blond hair, already receding. He was dressed very fashionably, in black, which really set off his skin and fair. He was nice looking but looked a bit too youthful to have a massive amount of raw sex appeal to me. He was appealing, but I couldn’t imagine getting properly down and dirty with him. That said, he we were...in a toilet stall together!!

He looked slightly scared. I smiled and asked if he was ok. He confirmed he was nervous, so in suggesting we do something about calming his nerves, I gently rubbed my hand over the bulge in his trousers. He was already hard. His face went red. He commented on how handsome I am (always nice to hear, though one never knows if he’ll be so complimentary once he’s disappeared out the door)

I unbuttoned/unzipped his black skinny trousers. He helped push them down enough to expose a good sized, uncut erection. Average in size, but very pleasant to look at and very edible. It was already glistening with precum. In fact, there was evidence that he’d already secreted PLENTY of precum, which I initially noticed in his DARK pubic hair. THAT got me going a bit more.

I wasn’t expecting him to be hairy, but not only did he have dark hair, he had quite a bit of it, much to my delight.

I wasted no time going down on him. His smell was a nice mixture of sweaty (not the acrid type which can knock a rhino out at 50 paces. Just...the ' End of a busy day at work' type sweat) mixed with man juice. It was all in keeping with the fact that he'd been horny all day and periodically having a fumble or few strokes by himself.

He has he type of penis which works best for me, most of the time. BIG, looks and feels great in the hand, but I can't always swallow it or take a good pounding. A good sized average works just nicely. I was comfortably able to take Finlands manhood directly down my throat which was accompanied by an audible gasp, followed by a series of whispered 'Oh Fucks' as I repeated the motion. I pushed up his shirt, to expose his flat, hair covered stomach. I love to see natural hair (yes...it CAN be too much) but releasing his cock from the confines of my mouth for a moment, I rubbed my hands over his stomach/pubes, and told him how much I like it. As I looked up, he thanked me and repeated,' You're really very a handsome' (I'll take it, however sincere it may or may not have been : -)

Taking his bell end in my mouth again, I poked my tongue into his piss hole, and flicked it around his helmet before closing my lips around the shaft and slowing taking it all the way in. I reached my hand round to hold his buns. I'd not seen them, but they felt great to hold on too as I took to some 'head' action on his tool.

I crept one hand round a bit further to explore into the crack of his butt. It was warm and hairy. He didn't show any signs of objecting as I inched a finger towards his pucker, just stroking over it gently, but neither did he 'open up' in anyway.

His murmuring continued quietly. He wasn't going to last long, I could tell that from the start. He was almost ready to blow once I unzipped his trousers, but it soon became apparent that things were moving quickly, even after a couple of minutes with him. He even said as much. I wasn't sure if he wanted to give it a rest for a minute, or if he was just warning me, but this session was never going to be more than a quick suck and swallow, and as I (hopefully) had more to come that evening, I felt there was no point prolonging things now (sad to say, I was conscious of the traffic home if I left it too late).

I was about to instruct him to hold my head and fuck my face...essentially, because when fucking someone's face you can get the pace and duration right for your orgasm, as opposed to the sucker, guessing, but hearing the urgency in his voice.... it was already too late...

'Uh...I'm cumming' he said in a high-pitched whisper. I instantly tasted his spunk spilling into my mouth. There was no motion from him, so it was for me to keep going until I picked up the clues that he was done.

His breathing was heavy and deep as his juices continued to flow. The fluid mostly pooled in the front on my mouth, warm, thick, tasty, but it was quite a load. I could taste it running along the sides of my tongue and down my throat. Not a lot of it, but enough to feel as though my mouth was awash with his essence.

As his breathing changed to a few low grunts, I slowed the pace...gently kneading his tight balls sack until he was clearly done. I leaned back to extract his length from my mouth, looked up and showed him the spunk I was holding...before swallowing it. He liked that 🙂

In the process of standing, I reached behind him to retrieve some paper roll, in case he needed it to dry/clean up more before dressing. I got a quick glace at his arse, which proved to be peachy and lightly dusted with hair. I gave the nearest mound a quick kiss and complimenting him on a nice butt, as I stood up.

(2 random vids to add 'colour' to the writing. They are different views of the same thing. If anyone has the technical know-how to add them together in a split screen, timed to cum together, do let me know)

https://video.wixstatic.com/video/42ffff_4479fdcdb6eb4dc1946afc8cb9087520/720p/mp4/file.mp4

https://video.wixstatic.com/video/42ffff_5e281c59b0694ec3a5a10b4ac01886dc/1080p/mp4/file.mp4

We didn't hang about. He soon dressed and we headed off in different directions. It was short and sweet, but the taste of his jizz lasted the journey home.

So, but the time I got home, I hadn't received anything from Kasim or the other fella, about the evening. Granted, there was still time, but I wasn't hopeful. I took a beer and sat naked in the garden, enjoying the sun's late afternoons rays on my body. As time passed, I check for messages from either of the two evening 'guests' . The other fella (who will appear in another sexploit post) didn’t reply at all, and Kasim sent a message at about 7.30pm to say he was tired, hot ( he comes from the middle east, for goodness sake) and wasn’t feeling up to much, so was going to go home to relax.

It was at that point I thought I’d make a bit more of a concerted effort to meet someone. The incoming messages continued...even more so now it was evening and everyone was on line more, but they continued with the business of agreeing to meet, and then going silent, or, in a few cases, blocking me.

I shall never understand what that’s about, but as I’ve said before, it’s all part of the game.

It went on all evening. I'm not sure why I persisted, except that with a belly full of cum and dripping precum of my own, one way way or another, I needed to sort myself out.

Later in the in the evening (almost bedtime) I got a message from a fella who sent the picture below, of his big fat cock, in the bath. He was very polite, but also succinct. He is a straight guy, who wanted to empty his balls, and wanted to know if I was interested. There was no messing about, so I suspected he was genuine. He chatted a little...during which time I established he's military. he said he was going out for a walk and suggested where he was going...but then went quiet. He'd named the road he was going to be going along, which I didn't know, but a quick look at google maps showed it was a road, about 4 miles away, running through the centre of the military facilities and residences. I was willing to give it a go, but it was too vague, so never left home.

In the meanwhile, I was chatting with another straight fella who wanted to know if I wanted some 'car fun' . By this time, I felt I had little to lose. He explained he was in a strained relationship with his wife, that he couldn't easily meet anyone else (female)..and didn't really want to at the time, but was horny.

He sent a couple of pictures of a nice cock. I agreed I could go pick him up straight away as he was only about 1 mile away. He told me the junction where he wanted me to go, so I quickly washed my nob (just in case) and headed out to the car. A few mins later, in a very residential area, I parked up and waited.

I sent a message to say I had arrived, and what car it is. He could obviously see me as he messaged back, asking me to turn off the interior light. I told him that it comes on automatically when the engine is shut off, so would take a minute or so.

In the meantime, the military guy messaged to tell me exactly where he was??? I quickly replied to say that if he wanted to wait, I would head over asap.

Sure enough, about 2 mins after arriving, a tall fella appeared round the corner of the road, dressed in white trainers (no socks) flimsy black shorts and a hoodie, with the hood up. There was something a little clandestine about the way he casually walked up to the car, then suddenly turned to open the door, jump in and slam the door shut. He slumped in the seat initially as I did the talking, and drove off. Having the interior light on (as a result of him opening the door) was a bonus for me. He was much fitter than I imagined he might be. Not sure why I imagined anything different. Quite unremarkable to look at, but not unpleasant. Unshaven and also younger than I expected (I didn't get too much of the gen. on this one, but worked out well, as it happened).

He suggested somewhere nearby to drive too...which is where I was heading anyway. It's a small industrial park...always empty at night, except for a few truckers overnighting.

As I drove, I asked how he is, and reached across to slip my hand inside his shorts. His equipment seemed quite small, with no sign of life. He responded to say he was nervous. In a very brief conversation, he told me he had only met a guy once before, for a bj. Communication was minimal. He did look a bit awkward with his hands in his hoodie pockets.

It was only a short drive, but in that time, I played with his package, but there was little sign of life, I was wondering if this might be a waste of time.

Only a couple of minutes later, I parked up near the silent trucks. The front of the car is too impractical to do anything oral so we agreed to move to the back. Again, the lights came on full, which seemed to bother him, but reassured they would soon go off, I pulled out his flaccid member and went to work. Not much happened.

He apologised and said the he will get hard, but reiterated his nervousness. I reassured him it's ok and continued, quite literally, trying to suck some life in to the fleshy attachment.

At last, there was a spark....and a reaction from him. A groan of approval.

It did take a bit of work but once fully engorged, it was a surprisingly large cock. uncut and slightly bigger than average I'd say, which, considering where it started, was unexpected.

He was twisting sideways now, towards me. I had to stop what I was doing to reposition myself, but in the process, he slipped his shorts off (I say 'slipped' like it was easy. It was a lot of fumbling about in the space and getting caught on his trainers)

Shorts off, it was easier to access his balls and arse. He'd unzipped his hoodie (the hood was also down, showing he had hair clipped short), so I slipped a hand up inside his t-shirt, which confirmed he was fitter than I'd inexplicably decided he wouldn't be.

Placing one hand on his shaft and my mouth over his nob, I cupped his balls with my free hand. He immediately reacted well, asking that I squeeze his balls (now that's something I do well, as I love having it done 🙂)

I took long, wet stroke with my mouth and hand. He was really starting to get quite verbal, both with approving comments and direction, telling me what felt good.

After a while, I released his balls and cock before properly burying my face in his groin, taking his length down my throat, as far as possible, which, like Finland man, prompted an approving, yet surprised, grunt of approval. I continued with a few more long lengthy deepthroats pushing my face right in to his abdomen. As I came up for air, he let out a small laugh as he tried to reach his hand under his butt...which, of course, he was sitting on, and asked if it was ok that he touch his hole. The laugh was probably a bit of awkwardness on his part, but at the same time, he wasn't waiting for a response from me. He was already on his way there. I pointed out that it wasn't easy for him and perhaps it was better I 'touched it' for him.

He didn't answer but withdrew his arm form the awkward position. as I reached a hand between his thighs and a finger in between his cheeks, 'til I gently touched on his pucker. He let out a loud (not whispered or breathy, but full on....) 'Aaaahhhhhhh, yeah'" and immediately spread his legs as wide as possible, his left leg finding its way between the two front seats.

Between his cheeks was quite dry, so gobbing spit on to my hand, I moistened his hole, to tickle. Slowly, I worked my way in...meeting no resistance or tensing muscles, as I wanked him with my left hand. He told me to grip slightly higher. I obliged. The sound he was making told me he was enjoying it as I wanked him and casually explored the inside of his anus, stoking his prostate. He told me to suck him again. Initially I went for the wet hand and mouth, long stokes, approach as I started to finger fuck him with the other hand. He was getting in to it, with no coyness now.

Suddenly he put his hand on my head and pushed it down. The hand gripping his cock could have stopped my head going to far, but I let go, letting him push my face hard in to him and hold it there, blocking my airway completely. He suddenly let go and lifted my head from him.

'Fuck' he said ' I could have cum then. Where DO you want me to cum?'

"Down my throat?" I questioned

The way he reacted, with such gleeful surprise, it was as if no one had ever let him cum in their mouth before. Even women can do that, right?

My finger was still inside his man cave. He seemed relatively comfortable with me looking at him now, slumped against the door, legs with apart, erect cock and my finger massaging his insides. I dribbled more saliva between his legs and used it to aid the insertion of a 2nd finger. It was tight, but he took it ok, closing his eyes and seemingly enjoying the sensation. Taking is swollen phallus in my left hand, I went down on him again. He groaned and "Oh Fuck"'d a lot as I sucked, wanked and (2) finger fucked him

I was having a good time with him and enjoying the good time HE was having, but it was also in the back of my head that a potential 3rd load could be waiting, in the dark, just a few miles away. So, I felt that as hoodie man had already come close to his peak, I may as well go for it, swallow his load and head off in search of a military man.

I increased the pace of the rhythm of the long stokes, timing it with sliding my fingers in and out of his hole. It was clearly working. because he'd been vocal about what he liked (ie, the long stokes) and it was evident in no time at all that his sap was rising at speed. He started repeating ' yeah, yeah, yeah' softly to himself, but as if to guide me as to the pace. "My balls" he muttered, probably wanting them squeezing again, but to change activity now would probably have delayed the inevitable. So as my finger shafting hand plunged inwards, I did my best to squeeze his gonads with my thumb and free fingers. Whatever I was doing, it was now working as I felt his nut swelling as he let out a long manly grown as his sweet tasting cum shot into my mouth. Unlike with Finland man, this time I felt a couple of shot hit the back of my throat. I LOVE that feeling. There were tiny hip movements, thrusting his cock into my face...as much as he could manage in that position. Facing downwards, once again, the sweet manjuice pooled in the front on my mouth, as I kept my lips tight round his shaft, to keep the fluid in. The sounds soon subsided and the motion, however small, stopped as I felt his body relax. As I lifted my head and swallowed his spunk, he ley out a small laugh and and said, 'Fuck, it wasn't like that last time''

I didn't enquire further, but assumed his was referring to the other bj he had from a man (stroking a guys nut while he orgasms is always a winner, I find). For a few moments he looked quite relaxed and contented as he remained still, until he had a sudden flurry of activity to put his shorts back on and get himself together. It wasn't like he was in a rush to leave, but at the same time, it was probably past his bedtime and the wife would be wondering where his is.

(another random vid of me giving a facial)

https://video.wixstatic.com/video/42ffff_fcb05f84a9e8452a992e34c0e91749a2/1080p/mp4/file.mp4

He did ask if I would drop him back home. It would only have been a 10 minute walk, I suppose, but of course I was happy returning him to where we met. He seemed genuinely quite appreciative of what had had happened and when I mentioned that I was happy to meet gain if he was interested, he sounded very positive and up for it. " After that experience, absolutely, I'm up for it'

Dropping him off, was a reverse of him getting in to the car. Hoodie up, opened the door and walked away, slamming the door behind him, with no further acknowledgement. Maybe his Mrs was looking out the window like he must have been when I first met him. Anyway...on to the next one.

Before I drove off, I picked up my phone, see Mr Military had sent a couple of messages, the last one just a few minutes earlier which said, 'Maybe next time'. Obviously, my lack of contact led him to think I wasn't serious.

I quickly sent a message saying, "On my way, can be there in 10 mins?"

To head in his direction was initially like taking the long route home, so I figured I'd start off going to where he was at and see if there was a response from him, to say 'yes' or 'no', by the time I got to the point of going out of my way.

He did reply in time to tell me he was on the rugby field. Well, the military sports ground is huge. It was dark and the middle of the night. That was as vague as his earlier message but I headed to the road he'd also mentioned anyway, which satnav told me, runs along side the sports field. I felt that was a good start.

7 or 8 mins later, I was along the long straight road he'd mentioned, with the darkness of the sports fields to my right. I went about half way along the road and stopped. I sent him my location. He sent his. We were close, but it was a no parking zone, so I had to find somewhere to park. I drove a little further and came across the car park for the military police office. I found that quite amusing. I pulled in, parked up and walked back in the direction I had just come from. The tracker showed we were getting closer.

He sent a message to say he was 'By the trees". I was none the wiser, but turned through an opening in the low fence which led me into the sports field...which was dark! Until my eyes adjusted to the light (or lack of it) I blindly followed the direction of the little blue arrow on my phone until I saw a light, like that of a torch, just a short distance ahead of me.it was a bright moon, so I was now adjusting to the light and could see a line of tree running from the road into the sport field. I'm not sure how I missed it....but as I reached the target point, the outline of a fella came in to view. "Hello" he said in a cheery voice. "You made it".

It was an upmarket accent I thought, as I finally reached his outstretched arm, offering a handshake. I'm not complaining but it was an unusual way to greet someone who's cock you were about to suck. Naturally, I reciprocated the extended arm and shook his hand while taking in the rest of him. He was a BIG fella. probably 2 metres tall and perhaps unsurprisingly, given our location, he had a rugby build. It was hard to tell, but I estimate he's late 30's with thinning, short, blond hair and a beaming smile. "Sorry I've kept you so long. Thanks for waiting" I said, to which he moved in close and took hold of my groin. squeezed it, the pushed down his flimsy shorts, gave his already, rock solid cock a few tugs and said. " That's ok, just get your mouth round this"

He was, of course, referring to the sizable piece of engorged meat he was sporting between his legs. A proper, heavy duty, solid flesh weapon. The pic below is the one he sent me on the chat, but I'f I'm honest, it doesn't really do justice to it.

It was perfectly in proportion to the rest of him though. You know how some guys who are big fella's overall, might still have a good sized tool on them, but proportionally, looks quite small. This one didn't.

It was also quite a good shape (for me) with a smaller bell end, which makes it easier to swallow. A big fat cock in the hand may feel and look great, but too much of mouthful isn't always as much fun as an average sized piece I can work with.

I was quickly on my knees, enjoying to smooth sensation of his nob with my tongue and lips. However, he was having non of the gently, gently approach. He did mutter words of approval, "Fuck yeah. Fuck that feels good", but quickly took hold of my head and forcibly rammed his entire tool down my neck. It took me a bit by surprise as, especially as he fucked my face, hard, for 5 or 6 rapid thrusts, pulled out, stroked himself roughly as many times, and then repeated the process.

It was all a bit of a blur to start with..not that I minded. When it happens, I'm usually quite happy to let someone else take control of the action. After the 2nd cycle of face fucking and wanking, he bent over to have a feel of my, now, equally rock solid member. Being on my knees and wearing joggers, it was a little tucked away, so he took hold of my head again, and virtually lifted me to my feet. While standing face to face, with him still holding mine cupped in his hands, he pulled me in for a deep, passionate snog.

At every turn he was surprising me. The fact that he waited as long as he did (granted, I expect he was trying to get other guys along to meet him, rather than just waiting for me); his upmarket and friendly approach IMMEDIATELY followed by aggressive dominance, and now, going straight in for a deep, intense kissing, with ongoing noises of approval. It was all a bit frenetic, but for what I assumed was going to be a 'quickie', I was cool with it. ENJOYING it.

Thinking about it afterwards, I didn't know if he was just horned to the hilt and had that aggressive 'I need to be satisfied NOW' kind of thing going on, or if he's always like that, or if it was just lack of experience. Not everyone likes or can, deepthroat. His approach to it may have been enough to put some guys off. And if he was going to fuck me in that way, it would have been to quick to start for my delicate little hole...and game over, probably.

Anyway.....as we kissed, tongues lashing inside each other mouths, firmly pressed together, he put his arms round me in a hug and pulled me in tight. I kind of did the same to him, though to be honest, I had little choice with his hug being so firm. I moved my hands on to his muscled buns (not that I saw them..but they felt pert and strong) stroking and squeezing the warm flesh. He was grinding in to me as I felt his ramrod pressing in to my abdomen. Everything felt a little 'clumsy' but I was quite enjoying the feeling of being overpowered.

His next move was to give my cock some attention. He quite suddenly dropped to his knees and pulled down my trackie bottoms. I'm ok with trouser open and cock out, but the restriction of having them round my knees just frustrates me. So before he dived in head first, to devour my throbbing tool, I rested a hand on his shoulder to balance myself while I removed the joggers altogether. He happily watched, whacking out a few energetic stokes of his own tool in the meantime, but as soon as my joggers were discarded, he took hold of my erection, beat it a few times before going in for a taste. He was enthusiastic and full on, but clearly not an 'accomplished' cock sucker. It wasn't bad, just 'clumsy' (again). In order to increase the level of the experience, I took hold of his head...tried to keep it still, and at a moderate pace, face fucked him. One of his hands stretched round to my arse, seemingly to help him balance, the other reached up to my balls. He took a good grip and pulled them down, pulling my cock to be more horizontal as it effortlessly slid in and out of his wet greedy mouth.

A couple of times be briefly let go of my gonads to give himself a few quick strokes, before taking a grip again. It's like he need to keep jerking to keep the impetus of his erection, though from what I saw/felt, it was never less than stout and sturdy.

When he'd had enough of that, he unimpaled himself from my manhood, and while remaining in the same position, used his ball stretching hand to wank me while having a good close look at my equipment. Now properly adjusted to the dark, we could see quite well in the moonlight. In fact I noticed the low fence I'd passed through earlier, now ran along the tree line, just a few metre behind him, and had a (his?) bike leaning against it.

I think slowing things down a little, had worked. He seemed a bit calmer now, less frantic, going at things in a more normal pace.

He leant in, holding my cock out the way and had a short suck on my balls. It was done in such a way it was like he was curious as to how they'd feel in his mouth. He had two goes, then stood up and kissed me, a bit more softly this time. It's not like it was getting romantic, but taking time to feel our skin connecting. More 'sensual' perhaps.

It went on for a surprisingly long time (I mean... a couple of minutes max, but that did feel like a long time in this scenario) before he broke away to have another tug on his dick and recharge it (if that's what the aim was. It looked pretty damn erect still).

While slightly separated, I decided it was time to go down on him and have another go. This time he was more inclined to let me enjoy his manhood in my own way. Licking and nibbling the rim of his helmet, licking the precum as it oozed from his piss hole, flicking his balls around in my mouth, and of course sinking his shaft as deeply as possibly down my neck.

It was doing that last action which started to push him to the edge. He was quite vocal, be it words or noises, but got louder with a dozen or so hand and mouth coordinated strokes, before he suddenly pulled out and told me that he'd cum if I carried on. I asked if he was ready to cum. His response was to say that his balls were "...fucking bursting".

"Then lets make it happen" I replied, taking his meat in my hand and mouth once again, as I heard him say, "Fuck, yeah" .

We started off more or less as we had been proceeding, with my hand and mouth doing most of the work, but in a very short space of time, I felt his hands placed more gently on the back of my head. More like they were resting there rather than holding my head. He was starting to thrust. Not long deep ones like before, but short quick ones.

With my spare hand, I cupped his balls which were drawn up tight, compared to a minute or two earlier when the were still saggy enough to suck on.

"Suck on that big prick" he said, in a deeper commanding voice. "yeah, take my fucking cock. Yeah....ah ah ah...." he went on.

Aware that ejaculation was fairly imminent, I slowed my action to let him take things at his pace now. You know how an orgasm can being ruined when someone else get the action wrong for you. He was maintaining shallow, short, sharp thrusts, with his bell getting the benefit of sliding through my lips and fingers.

From the hand cupping his nuts, I tried to extend a finger between his thighs and up to his pucker. I'm not sure what reaction that would have got, but his butt cheeks felt clenched with the effort of his hurried, stabbing fuck motion, so I didn't get very far. However, I was soon distracted from that quest as his words turned to deep grunts and his motion, quite suddenly, returned to full throttle, deep, face smacking thrusts as he squeezed my head and let out a series of loud 'Argh"'s as his seamen gushed into my mouth and throat as his cum pump spewed his juices deep inside me. Not that I wanted to do anything, but I was helpless as he forced his way with me, filling me for the 3rd time that day, with jizm. His exertion felt almost violent, although it probably felt more so because my head was been abused in the moment, whereas the rest of me was relatively still. I was holding his knees, which were bent to lower his overall height and give more purchase to his fucking motion, which continued relentlessly, until he suddenly just stopped, let go of my head and withdraw his cock from my face. All in a moment.

"Fuck" he said in that amused way men do when we've just cum. He stood just a step back from me, hand on hips, shorts round his ankles, proud, wet penis still star gazing, while he looked down at me, catching his breath. I too wanted to cum before I left, so I instantly started jerking myself off in the hope that at the crucial moment of orgasm, I can take his cock back in my mouth (even if flaccid) or hold it, or........something.

I was still on my knees but leaning back as if wanting to show my masturbation technique. I guess, in a way, I did. He bent forward and graciously fondling my ball sack, as he said, 'Yes Sir ("SIR?), beat that meat good and hard"

As he was willing to help me along, I staggered to my feet, stood sideways on to him, put my left arm round his shoulders (leaving my wanking arm unobstructed) and told him to squeeze my balls.

He dutifully obliged, but my god, does he have a strong grip. Usually, I have to ask guys to squeeze harder and/or as hard as they can. When close to coming, it's a sensation in my balls, but not pain. It makes me cum more, usually. However, in this case, I think I may have actually yelped, as he almost pulverised them. It was just about bearable pain, and in this instance, as I was about to unleash my long overdue load, it was adding to the pleasure. That fine line between pleasure and pain. It was almost debilitating. Had he not got his right arm round my waist, and my left arm round his shoulders, I might have ended up a crumpled heap back on my knees. Instead, I let him squeeze away and hold me upright as the first blinding salvo of spunk shot a distance, into the dark, which I've not managed in quite a few years I imagine. I threw my head back, mouth open and quivered as the contents of my sack emptied out onto the grass. Whether it was jettisoned, spitting or dribbling, I've no idea, but it was a big, long, massively intense orgasm, towards the end of which I lifted my head forward and and rested it in the nape of his neck.....momentarily feeling dizzy and weak.

(a random vid of me cumming)

https://video.wixstatic.com/video/42ffff_8987e7b7adab43b0ac741ba596ea4292/1080p/mp4/file.mp4

He loosened his grip (thankfully!) as my stoking stopped and the final few drops of thick white cum, dripped on to the grass. He had the grace to let me stay like that for a few moments. "That was pretty awesome Sir (Sir again)".

I was coming back to my senses but still felt slightly dizzy. We let go of each other, but as I stood alone, steading myself, he was talking as he pulled up his shorts, but I didn't really hear him. In time, however, I got it together as he watched me dress, then with his bike, we walked to the edge of the field while he repeatedly told me how much he appreciated me meeting him. Eventually, he bid me farewell, hopped on his bike a peddled off into the distance. I got home about 15 mins later and slept soundly.

The following morning, 'Hoodies' profile and conversation had gone. The profile deleted (I wasn't 'blocked') as so many straight men do. We live close enough that if he wants to find my profile again, he will.

I then went on to Military mans profile to screenshot the picture of his cock. Thankfully I did, as later that day, his profile had disappeared too. I expect both will be back with new profiles, one day soon!.