man in a van

So, after my Welsh Rugby player, a few days later I was being messaged by a fella who was keen to meet while working nearby. He's a married electrician and although he doesn't live too far away, he, like the Welshman often likes a bit of cock on his way home from work (or during his lunchbreak).

He was quite chatty on line and it transpired that he has a reasonable sex life with his wife, but he's quite into 'kink' whereas she's not, so he likes to have that side of his sex life, fulfilled....finding men generally more obliging. His main thing is a foot fetish, though like SO MANY others, he likes to be 'used'. (Zzzzzz! Unless properly into kink/S&M etc, I find most guys who like to be 'used' are either inexperienced and feel intimidated....so being told what to do makes it easier for them, or they're just plan lazy).

Like earlier in the week, I wasn't in a position to host at home, and much as I felt this fella was genuine, I wasn't feeling an great desire to meet. I'm preferring men who will give as good as they get.

However, as the afternoon went on, he was close to finishing work and asked if we could meet. He wanted to prove he's for real...and having chatted with many time wasters, would like to know if I'm genuine too. He sent a couple of pictures in which he looked attractive enough...so I figured that there was nothing to lose by meeting him, with no expectation of anything happening on this occasion.

I directed him to a small car park nearby. I didn't think about the fact that his van was too tall to pass under the barrier, however, he pulled over nearby, I jumped into the passenger side and directed him to a quiet lane a couple of minutes drive away (he was conscious of his van being seen by colleagues).

The first thing I noticed was that he's gained a fair bit of weight since taking the pictures he sent me. Not being very tall didn't help.

So we stopped on the quiet, leafy lane. He looked nervous..but once we stopped moving, he just started 'talking'. He basically repeated much of the conversation we'd had already and explained that he gets really frustrated, NEEDS this outlet and would like someone reliable and regular to meet. There was a slight air of desperation in the way he spoke, but I felt for him. He was very likable and not unattractive....I just couldn't imagine myself naked with him.

In the end, I had to be honest. I told him I found him quite endearing although physically he didn't appeal to me sexually. I suggested that we may be able to have a bit of fun on occasions, but I couldn't see myself fucking him (which he told me he likes) or having long naked sessions. I didn't want to be unkind, but equally, I felt there was no point pretending anything different.

He was ok with that.

With that....I quickly slipped off my right trainer and sock (... remember the driver is on the right in the UK) and stretched my leg out across the van, put my foot on his face and asked what he thought of my foot.

Immediately, he pulled my foot into his face more. I pushed more. I 'slid' my foot down against his face until I was able to push my toes into his mouth. He licked them and kissed my foot while with his free hand, was grabbing at his groin. I could already see his hardness showing in his scruffy work trousers.

In the wing mirror, I could see a couple of dog walkers approaching, so I dropped my leg into his lap, where he rubbed my foot on his bulge. He briefly reached across to feel my packet, but as I mentioned the walkers, he sat up again...just holding my foot tight against his hidden dick. To the passers by, we'd have just looked like a couple of good for nothing tradesmen hiding from doing any work, each kind of slumped in our respective corners of the cab.

As the walkers moved away, he quickly unzipped his fly and pulled out a large juicy erection. Protruding from his zipper while seated, it's difficult to guess it's size, but its certainly a good size. He lifted my foot to his face again, while rubbing his own throbbing member. I pushed into his face quite hard..forcing his head back with my heal pressing on his throat. It was clearly a big turn on for him.

After a short while, he took my foot in his hands again, and lowered it to to rub on his penis.

Not by design, it so happened that as my foot rested in his lap, I was in the right position to kind of curl my toes around his shaft and effectively wank him off by rubbing my foot up and down his length while pressed against his stomach. He undid the button of his trousers to give a bit more freedom...but in no time at all he looked down at what was happening in his groin....gripped the sides of his seat and said...quite loudly....'Fuck I'm gonna cum'

With that....he started an impressive series of gushing squirts which mostly landed on my leg and foot..but plenty landed on his trousers and van seat. It was a HUGE amount of cum. Possibly the most I've witnessed for real...maybe 8 or 9 big shots before it turned into a flowing stream from his bell end... accompanied by series of pained sounding grunts (not 'pained' at all, of course)...until the flow stopped.

He looked like a different man. 'Relieved' is probably the word, literally and figuratively.

The tension in his movement had disappeared and his face looked relaxed

(There's no vid or pics..so that's a random cum-shot from when I last had a wank)

So he cleaned up, quite satisfied from the unexpected ejaculation...before i headed off home.

He's been in touch since and much as I am willing to meet again, I do need to be in the right frame of mind.

Having walked home with the image of the electricians' gushing cock replaying through my mind, I still had full balls so it was quite clear that at some point I would be required to empty them. It was in the back of my mind that the same morning I'd chatted with another young lad who was keen to empty them and wanted to know if he could drop by after work. The 3rd such request in a few days, after the Welshman mentioned in the previous post and the electrician. Of course, I didn't know if the contact from that morning would amount to anything, but I thought I'd drop him a quick note anyway.

I did get a quick reply from him. Turns out he's a chef, due to finish his shift at 6pm...which was only about 15 mins time. He was still keen to drop by and suck a load out, so I made the same arrangements as I had for the Welshman, to head over to my mates apartment. The circumstances were similar in that he was also in a rush to get home to his girlfriend, just wanting a belly full of cum to take with him.

So...I left it about 20 mins then walked over to the apartments as the chef said the journey would take him about 20 mins. When he arrived, the procedure was pretty much the same as with the Welshman.

He followed me to the bedroom, undressed, dropped to his knees, got my cock out and started sucking it!!

This chap was quite short, slim, fairly defined and smooth, cute, mass of dark brown hair and an average sized, well proportioned, uncut dick. I think he said he's 27 on bis profile.

To be honest..there's not much to write about the meeting which was any different to the previous post. There were no poppers this time and eventually the chef sat on the edge of the bed to wank me off and suck up the juices when they flowed. In fact when I first started to shoot, his action was flinging the stuff everywhere.....but by the time it was oozing, he slowed down and sucked it from the end of my nob. (yes, the GIF's are us)

Moments later...while still milking the last few drops, he silently jerked out his own load...and we were done.

He didn't have a lot to say, but he seemed happy enough as he cleaned up...dressed and went home. Another satisfied 'customer' :-)

Not the most exciting of sexploits, but enjoyable enough.