late night relief



There's a local guy I've chatted to for some time (maybe a year?), but never met. You never know if guys are genuine of course, but I always felt as though he was for real. He is a reader of my blog and often asks questions about it, and sometimes we'll just chat about other stuff.

To be honest, I can't remember a lot of details going back to when we first started chatting, but he sells himself as straight. As I recall, he's never done anything much with a bloke, but has been curious for some time (has experienced an MMF I think).

On a few occasions we could have met, but he's admitted to not having "...the balls to go through with it".

However, I gather he is a prolific wanker and it isn't infrequent that he'd add a picture of his erection, to our chat, often dripping with precum...or even a full load. It always looked like a healthy sized piece of meat.

So, this evening, I'd had a quiet night in with boyf who had gone to bed an hour or so before I got a message from this fella, asking how my evening had been. As it happens, when I got his first message, I was in the process of writing another post for here (so watch this space). He said that he was driving home having been out for a beer (I hope it wasn't more than a couple...as he was driving) and that his balls were full. I casually suggested that I could drain them for him, not actually expecting anything to come of it.

However, he knows the area I live and I get the impression he must have been parked nearby somewhere. I suggested a place he could park and walk into the forest, but within a couple of minutes, he messaged to say he was already in the road. It was about midnight by now.

I said I'd be there shortly. Boyf would be sound asleep, I hoped, but I had to sneak out of the house.

Once on the road I'd mentioned, I couldn't see a car parked anywhere, so I asked where he is. He replied to say that he didn't know, but saw some pathway into the forest, so he was there.

As I got to the only place I know of along the road where you can access the forest, between the houses, I saw a car parked on the corner. To be honest, it wasn't the cleverest of places to park, being a black (or dark) car, with virtually no street light, parked on a sharp blind bend of a narrow road. It was obviously his as there would be no reason for anyone else to park in that particular spot. I was about to send a message to check it IS his car, when I saw a light a little way into the trees. It was HIGHLY unlikely to be anyone other than him...so in I went.

He had his torch shining in my direction which was a bit dazzling, but I could see well enough that the person I was walking towards was leaning against a tree, shorts round his knees, masturbating.

As I got closer, he lowered the torch, but left it on to provide some light. Pleasantries were limited to the usual ' 'Hello' and 'Ok?" which are used in such situations.

During our brief, on-line exchange that evening, he remarked that he'd only want to be wanked off. I did clarify that even sucking was out off limits...which it was, sadly.

He's about 1.80m, mid 30's (I recall I didn't actually see him well enough to guess an age) and in reasonably good shape from what I could see. Sadly, his pubic bush was little more than stubble, though his balls were nicely smooth. In fact his balls were quite pendulous, feeling heavy and full.

His cock wasn't hard when I took over the masturbating, It was under way, but maybe nerves had kicked in.

As I started to stroke away, his head went back against the tree...I imagine his eyes closed for a moment...as he let out some audible sounds of approval.

I dropped to my knees, essentially because that was a better position to be stroking him from, but also, in case he did decide that a warm mouth round his appendage might be ok after all.

From my one experience of it, this evening, his is one of those cocks that gets quite stiff while still small...and then grows. So there's a small erection that turns into a longer erection. (Unlike most which get longer first, then hard). It was probably 5 minutes before it got to full length...and a very nice full length it was too. Maybe 7 inches and a good handful. His bell end was glistening in my face as I swapped hands several times, listening to his commentary. I asked again if he def didn't want it sucked. He said he didn't but then proceeded to make comments about it. Along the lines of 'You'd really like to taste my hard cock wouldn't you? Feel it in your mouth"

I responded that I would like to taste it, feel it grow in my throat, and enjoy his ejaculate squirting into my mouth.

He returned to his moaning and commenting on how good it felt to be wanked off.

With a free hand, I started to explore his body a little, reaching up to his chest, pinching his nipples lightly. (not sure if that did anything for him, but he held his shirt up at the top of his chest) He told me to cup his balls. I had already, a couple of times. They slapped heavily in my hands as I jerked his solid tool. When I commented on how great his gonads are, he reminded me how full they were and how much he needed to empty them

It was SO tempting to lean forward and engulf is erect phallus, but he'd reiterated his wish for only jerking, so, while maintaining my grip I stood up, and shifted my position to be more along side him. I felt his firm arse and between his legs. There was no resistance to anything I did, but at the same time, there was no indication to go further.

He asked if I was going to write about it and post on here. I said I would. He knows it's not going to make the most interesting read, but either way, I repeated that I would.

A couple of times, he lifted his phone to illuminate the action going on with his cock. While in this position, he lifted the phone once more and said, 'Yeah, thats it. Go on, make me cum'

At that point there was more temptation than ever to bury his manhood inside my throat and to blow him to completion. I resisted and continued to wank him off, stoking that big hard erection of his, while he encouraged me...until the audible orgasm began and his spunk spewed forth as I watched it disappear into the darkness beneath. His manjuice flowed over my fingers as his short, rhythmic 'Ah's" quietly punctuated the sounds of the night forest, until the expulsion of cum slowed to a few drops oozing with my slower stoking and he was done.

When it stopped, I let go of him and stood up, just as he did the same, no longer leaning on the tree, He pulled up his shorts and started walking away, back towards the car, as he remarked how good that felt and how much he needed it. Meanwhile, I was licking his cum from my fingers

In no time at all we were back at his car. He jumped in a drove passed me as I headed towards home again.

It's passed my bedtime. I've decided to write this and post it now, while I can still taste his acidic sperm in my mouth.

He's messaged to say it was the first time his cock has been in a mans hand and felt quite comfortable with it. He even felt ok when my hands wondered.

I've asked for a couple of cock pics to add to the post but he's not picked the message up yet. If he sends pictures, I'll add them here.

Who knows, maybe there'll be a part 2 to this story, but if not, it was still an enjoyable interlude with another hot 'straight' fella.