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I lived in a small suburban town for some years before moving back to the city. There has a nature park on the edge of town. Naturally, it is great spot to go cruise for sex with men.
I started going out there to cruise a couple of years after my divorce when my ex-wife moved away. That was 6 years and dozens of cocks and quarts of cum ago. The thrill of sex in the open is a big turn-on to me. The excitement of a chance meeting and the energy-building uneasiness of getting caught are enough by themselves to make me cum.
The nature park is located on the edge of town and has a parking lot and a map of the trails and some wooden walkways. What is not on the map, are the many smaller trails that go off to secluded little dead ends.
The explicit idea of kneeling down in front of some stranger and allowing myself to be used as a cumslut is very addictive. I like having strangers use my mouth like that. I loved spending hours at a spot in the woods seeing how many men’s loads I could take. I could slowly jack off for hours, waiting for yet another man to show up to use my mouth. Sometimes I would wait for an hour or more for the next man to show up. And when I finally could take no more, I jerked off, shooting my load onto a tree in the woods. Then I got up, my knees hurting, my face and chest covered with dried cum. I still love pulling my shirt off and having the guy shoot all over my chest. The hot cum feels so good shooting on me and then I rub it in to a frothy cream all over me.
My very first time I went to the trails; I started off down one of the small side trails and came across a guy. He was in his forties and was nice looking. He did one of those glances over the shoulder looks that signaled he was a player. I took a chance and walked up the side trail. I, too, did the glance over the shoulder and to my delight he had now turned toward me and was groping his cock inside his shorts. Being hot and horny, I walked toward him. I nodded. He nodded.
He had already pulled his shorts down to reveal a very impressive set of smooth balls. His cock wasn’t yet hard but it was long and I knew it would be a monster once it got hard. I leaned over and slurped it all the way into my mouth. He moaned quietly as I sucked, fondling his balls and feeling him grow harder in my mouth.
I got down on my knees and took him to the root, several times, holding onto his legs. I jerked off his cock, slid my hand up and down his spit-covered cock, and held his balls in my mouth, first one, then the other, not quite able to get both in at the same time because they were so big.
He pulled my mouth back onto his cock and began to face fuck me. I think he loved man-handling me and hearing my gurgling noises as his cock went down my throat.
“Oh, gonna…” was all he said as he pumped a sizable sweet load into my mouth. I rolled my cum-covered tongue around the head as he jiggled his legs, standing on his toes, breathing quickly and gasping for air. I gulped down his load then held his wilting cock in my mouth, knowing he was super-sensitive now. I looked at his dribbling cock and held it in my left hand as the tip of my tongue probed his oozing piss slit of the last pearly drops.
“Hey, thanks,’ I said quietly.
“No, thank YOU,” he said, his smile radiant as he wiped off, zipped up and walked off. I licked my lips all the way to the car, savoring the sweet aftertaste of cum and the adrenaline rush of a furtive encounter. I did not know it was the start of many adventures out there at the nature trail.
There is a definite method to cruising. The glance over the shoulder, the rubbing or tracing one’s cock, the subtle smile and nod all transmit the need and want for manly sex.
My heart always skipped a beat in anticipation as I turned into the park parking lot and I saw a couple of parked cars. How many of those cars had men out on the trail wanting or getting sex and how many of the cars had men in them waiting on guys like me to meet them out on the trail for sex? I had no doubt in my mind that I would end up with a load of men’s semen in my mouth before long. I’d park the car and get out. Glancing over at the men in the parked cars, I’d head towards the woods trail. Some men might be having lunch or reading the paper. But most men came to the park for one reason. If they are here for that reason, they saw my glance and understood what I wanted.
One beautiful Spring morning, I had parked in the parking lot noticing a lot of empty cars wondering how many were here for sex like I was. Going around a bend in the trail I noticed two guys in the woods off the trail just standing together and looking at me. I smiled and waved and kept walking as they gave no indication that they wanted me to join them. After walking another few minutes I sat down on a bench along the trail to see if anyone came along.
A few minutes later I heard someone walking along the trail. It was one of the two guys I had seen earlier. He stopped and mentioned that it was sure a nice day to walk in the woods. I agreed with him. He was wearing a t-shirt and shorts and as he walked up I could see his dick and balls moving in the shorts. Great I thought, no underwear this guy is on the prowl. We chatted more about what a nice park it was and how fortunate we were able to be there that day. I slowly spread my legs and traced the outline of my hardening cock with a finger. I no sooner got the tracing done than he stood directly in front of me pulling up one leg of his shorts allowing his cock and balls to appear. His cock and balls were shaved and so was his entire pubic region. He had just a small tuft of hair left just above his cock running up to his belly button. Damn that is hot was my thought. Standing there his cock began to lengthen. I leaned forward and blew my breath onto his cock and it stiffened faster. I reached out and cupped his balls, jiggling them in my hand. He let out a long moan. He was fully erect now.
I examined his cock as I slowly jacked him. His hand went behind my head to encourage me to suck. I opened my mouth and engulfed his cock head swirling my tongue around the large spongy head. He bucked his hips forward trying to shove his cock down my throat but I resisted at first. I tried sticking the tip of my tongue into his cock hole and he shuddered. I could feel the head hit the back of my throat. He was not long enough to need a deep throat treatment. It was a perfect sized cock for sucking. He was pre cumming now and he blew his load. It was thick and creamy, just like I like it. A short distance from the last action was a bench along the trail with a view of a small creek. As I sat and watched the water I worked my cock out of my shorts and gently stroked the underside of the head. I heard footsteps along the boardwalk.
I left my cock out but removed my hand from it. The footsteps belonged to a guy I had seen earlier in the parking lot. He stopped in front of me and looked at the creek for a while then turned to face me. He used his hand to outline his cock through his shorts. I spread my legs wider and he approached the bench. I reached up the leg of his shorts and encountered a low hanging pair of balls and a nice cut cock. I played with his balls and his cock began to grow. And grow. And grow. How big was this thing going to get I wondered? He began to harden and lengthen. I pulled his shorts down exposing an Anaconda of a large cock.
I seriously doubted I could get half of it in my mouth. Anaconda Man grabbed the back of my neck and tried to force his entire cock down my throat. I was very proud of myself as I had been practicing deepthroating with bananas and trying to suppress my gag reflex with spoon exercises which over time allowed me to not gag. Once I swallowed the large cock he started pulling it from my mouth and slowly sliding it back in. Soon we had a good rhythm going and I was really getting turned on.
My throat spasmed, as the large cock in my mouth expanded. I backed off far enough to taste the semen and I was not disappointed by the generous volume or the taste. I sucked for all I was worth and volley after volley flooded my mouth. I swallowed frantically and kept it all in. As soon as he stopped cumming his cock softened and I let it slide from my mouth. I was very weak kneed as I walked back to my car that day. One day right at dusk, I walked 50 yards down the main trail to where it branched off.
The path led to a place where I had knelt down many times before in front of men to suck their cocks. A muscular type came down the trail. His sexy chest tapered down to a waist that was about 30 inches. He stared at me and then winked. I knew the cue. I glanced back long enough to see that he was following and made brief eye contact. My heart was pounding. I may have done this a hundred times before. But for some reason, it was always still very exciting every time a man pursued me into the woods to fuck me in the mouth. I reach a bend in the trail. I stopped and waited, idly fondling my crotch.
He walked into the clearing and boldly pulled his shorts down around his ankles and his huge 8 inch cock flopped out. It was already dripping sweet, clear nectar. It was so large it was not fully erect, yet it was leaking pre-cum like a dripping faucet.
I almost fell over myself to get on my knees and lap up all the pre-cum that leaked from his 8 inch pole. He put one hand on my head and said, “Suck!” “Suck!” he had said and that word echoed through my mind as I took his cock in my mouth. I tried my best to comply, and I ran my tongue under his cock, trying to make my mouth into a perfect hole for him to fuck. He let me suck on his cock for a few moments before he started up a rhythm.
With both hands on my head, he started face-fucking me slowly, using my mouth as a receptacle strictly for his pleasure. I timed my breathing so that when his cock went all the way in, I didn’t gag. I was thinking of his order, “Suck!” And apparently, I was doing well, because he stepped up the pace. I love that about men, real men. They have to ram their cock in, pushing it deeper, further, faster, harder. He was thrusting, over and over again. He was skull-fucking me now, his calloused hands hard on my head, like he was trying to crack a coconut. He rammed his cock in without a care or thought as to whether he was choking me or gagging me. I was only getting in short breaths now, as he pulled out each time.
With every other stroke I breathed in, and then out, but not by much. I was starting to get dizzy. My knees were hurting. My left foot had fallen asleep. But I kept thinking of what he said, “Suck!” and I hung on and surrendered my mouth to his urges. I became completely passive and submissive to him. This stranger I met in the woods at dusk now owned me, or did for these very few minutes until he was done with me and left.
I continued to suck him and watched as his eyes rolled to the back of his head in ecstasy. I watched as he took a bottle of poppers from his shirt pocket and took a big hit. I was turning into a cocksucking cumslut! I was turning into a devoted cocksucker. My being was centered only on his huge cock. I reached up and pinched his nipples as I planted kisses up and down his cock. I could feel his shaft getting thicker and harder and I knew he would not last long. I stopped sucking, and only moved my mouth over his shaft lightly so that the only thing he felt was a warm, wet sensation. As the head of his cock swelled, he arched his back and ribbons of cream shot down my throat. I swallowed quickly because I didn’t want to lose even a drop.
A thin stream of cum draped across my bottom lip and down to my chin as he pulled out. Finally he exhaled and helped me as I stood up. I could feel the strength of his arms. I was in post-swallowing euphoria as we got up, he pulled himself back into his shorts, and walked away. As he turned to move beyond the high bushes, he looked back and smiled at me. He blended into the green brush until he was no longer visible.
He was gone and today, years later, the episode seems so surreal, almost like it never happened. One minute I was walking in the woods and the next some man was fucking my mouth in the most arousing way. Is there any other way to fuck a mouth? I just had sex with a stranger in the woods. There were circles of brown dirt on my knees. I looked at my watch. I should have been getting back. But I saw another figure walking down the path. Another man heading into the woods! He turned and heads down the path toward me. My cock twitched as he glanced at me with a smile…
