A country walk.

Last Thursday I had an email from Kasim (as mentioned a number of times in previous posts. If you are new here , 'Welcome'. As I have a bit of history with some of the people mentioned here, such as Kasim, you may find it better to start with the older posts?)

During the last lockdown, when he was unable to work, he decided to go visit his family in the middle east for 6 weeks. In the meantime he's lost his phone and I've been permanently banned from Grindr (It's never been explained why, but I suspect it was because I had the link to this blog, on my profile. I was only ever told I have been '....advertising goods and services'?? Hey Ho!) The worst thing about the Grindr ban is that Kasim may have assumed I'd just blocked him!

So, unable to contact him via Grindr and with him using a borrowed phone and not having my number to contact me, the only way I could contact him was via email...which he rarely checks. I could have gone to go to his workplace, but that would have freaked him out as he works with his housemates..who he's not out to.

Anyway....having got the reply from him, I sent him my number. Within a couple of hours I had another email, several texts, a Scruff message (...? Who knew he was even on Scruff) and a voicemail. It was his day off and he wanted to know if I could go meet him.

Kasim is a genuinely nice fella, but very needy and can be hard work. I do like him, (not just physically) but I do need to be in the mood for him sometimes. He doesn't have a car (getting one soon, I gather), so I have to go collect him. He's then paranoid about being seen ANYWHERE in public in case he's recognised while with a man. I even have to drive a certain way out of the town in case he's seen in my car, which is highly unlikely as it has tinted side windows, and if he wears a mask.....really? I'm not unsympathetic of his cultural upbringing and the attitude towards homosexuality...but why move to a foreign Country if you're no going to allow yourself the freedom that country offers, to live the life you want?

Moan over. Good job I'm patient :-)

I collected him from one of the two usual pick up points and decided that I would just drive straight out the country where we're unlikely to see anyone, let alone anyone who knows him.

15 mins later, parking up in the car park of a tiny country church, I suggested this may be a good place to walk. It was a beautiful, warm(ish) spring afternoon. Perfect for walking, though he always dresses to impress...so a casual stroll along a mildly damp footpath carried with it the threat of dirtying his shoes! I assumed that we'd be ejaculating at some point before we parted, but I wasn't anticipating a long, passionate, naked session. For that, the best thing is to make sure he's behind a closed door...at which point he becomes a passionate sex machine.

He's 29, 6ft (1m83) has a mass of neat, thick, black hair and handsome features on his swarthy face. Naked, he's a treat. Very lean, very defined, perfect arse and impressive cut cock. What's not to like.

It's over 2 months since we last met (we went to use a Scottish, pub landlord in his pub, after closing hours..and about the same time ref. the post on Feb 15th)..so we had a fair bit to catch up on.

I've learned that when not somewhere private, it's best to wait for him to make the first move.

We walked as he talked in his sexy (but sometimes, unintelligible) accent and showed me pictures and video's from his visit to his homeland. Increasingly confident we were reasonably safe from discovery, he took my hand as we walked further from civilisation. He eventually stopped and turned to kiss me. He's a fantastic kisser.

We walked a bit more before repeating the process for longer. He undid the press studs on his shirt (very handy!!), took my hand and placed it on his perfect chest. Nipple play drives him crazy. To be fair...everything seems to drive him crazy. He can quickly go into a trance like state when being pleasured in any number of ways. So far, I've yet to find something he doesn't fully engage in, not that I've been overly adventurous with him (ventured into groups and piss play).

He asked me to bite his nipple. As I did so, he pulled my face in tight and let out sounds of approval. Blindly, I slid a hand down his firm body and over his trousers until I found a large, solid bulge and squeezed hard. He pulled me straight again...face to face and initiated a tight embrace. He does appreciate some close body to body contact.

We kissed more, holding each other tightly, our hips gyrating and grinding bulges in to each other.

We were in the process of releasing each other when a startled muntjac deer ran by us. It seemed to unnerve Kasim for a moment. He pulled his shirt closed and indicated we should head off the path, into the trees. It was a bit reminiscent of the very first time we met....only it was daylight and not a sub zero temperature (posted somewhere way back).

For some 5 minutes we dodged branches and trees until he we found ourselves in a small clearing, far enough from the path to satisfy him. He removed his jacket and shirt, dropping them to the ground and stood looking magnificent in his semi nakedness.

Not anticipating having quiet the same impact, I removed my jacket and shirt too. It was my intention to get completely naked....but I didn't get that far. Kasim took hold of me and in little more than a whisper, said he wished we were in a room to spend time naked together. He was tugging at the top of my jeans. Together we fumbled about until my jeans were unfastened and round my knees, with him devouring my cock. When Kasim does anything, it tends to be with passion and enthusiasm. Having been with his family in the Middle East for 6 weeks, cock had been somewhat limited for a while (just 'Patrick', from previous posts, as far as I know)

It was my turn to take a bit of control. I lifted him to his feet and pushed him back against a small tree. We locked lips while unfastening his trousers. I pushed them over his muscled buns and down hos strong legs...giving his body some of the attention he craves..until I reached his meat. Now on my knees, I took it in my hand for a moment looking up at his body. He used to shave it, but since I asked him to leave his chest hair, he now only trims it lightly. I love it. I turned him to admire his impressive naked arse. Holding on to the tree, he shuffled his feet backwords, bending himself forward in the process,,,,,effectively inviting me to taste his hole which was perfectly positioned in front of my face. No invitation was required. I was going in anyway. He gently gyrated his hips while pushing back in to my eager and willing tongue. He was losing his 'public space' inhibitions, getting louder with his vocal appreciation for the attention he was receiving and his head was hanging down between his arms, stretched out and holding on to the tree.....oblivious to any potential, passing rambler. (the tree's are thin, So even off the path...we'd still be easily seen).

With my face still buried, I reached a hand between his legs and gently cupped his balls. He opened his legs more and moaned loudly. I could feel the hardness of his shaft pretty much all the day back to his arse.

Without warning, he stood upright, turned and pulled my head on to his handsome tool. I always think his cock is like a dildo (not that I own one)

For several minutes I slurped, licked and sucked as he held my head, muttered and moaned. It has been perhaps only 10 minutes since we left the path and despite the fact that he's usually in no hurry discharge his spunk, he was clearly building momentum quickly. He'd been standing quite still as I indulged us both, but he rested his hands on my head and started ploughing in to my face. It started off quite easy..but before long he was going at it quite mercilessly.

I was quite prepared for him to squirt is juices directly down my throat, but he suddenly pulled out, took his meat in hand and asked where I wanted him to cum...just as he took a shot which effectively went up my nose. By then...neither of us cared about where the jizz was going. I took some in my mouth...some on my chin and I discovered later, there was a fair load which had dripped on to my thigh.

As it became apparent he was done, hooking my arm through his legs and taking a handful of butt cheek, I pulled myself in to him tightly, swallowing his cock to the base, (thankfully, it started to soften, so I could leave it there) aware of the taste of his sperm, I fervently knocked out a load of my own, on to the forest floor, the cooling air on my skin, the taste of his cum, the feel of his body against mine and his hands on my head, all adding to the experience of an intense orgasm.

When I eventually stood, he put and arm round me and wiped some of his cum from my chin. He then wiped it on his tongue,,,and kissed me with it. We hagged....as he quietly said. 'Its nice. Naked outside. I like it'.

I think I need to organise a trip to a nudist beach for him this summer. I can see that being a fun day out!

The pictures Kasim took of me weren't great...so here's a vid of him in action from about 6 months ago.

https://video.wixstatic.com/video/42ffff_35adcf7d1db543569c2fe556a92b29f5/480p/mp4/file.mp4