liminesque

The last time I was here, not long ago, a guy I’d sucked off while his friend pulled me off then insisted I suck him too said to me after, “if you come here again we’ll spit roast you well and good, cockslut ”. Here I was again. I couldn’t help myself as I was driving closer to the turn off into this woodland car park at dusk and I found myself pulling in, parking up, both excited and apprehensive. I truly didn’t expect the timing to be such that this guy and his friend were here at the same time I happened to come. I watched some activity which I could tell was meet-ups, chat ups, people slipping into the public toilets, other disappearing into the trees. I considered driving away but decided I’d get out of the car and just stroll around, maybe into the woods, or not. Just then I noticed a guy by a picnic bench looking at me. It took me a minute to realise, bizarrely enough it was the same guy who had his cock in my mouth and shot his load down my throat last time. Without thinking...

I was nervous, certainly, not that I hadn’t had sex with men, three more times actually since my first in a public toilet cubicle but I’d never been so bold as to drive to a car park, a well-known place for such things. I knew this because a guy online had been told so and we’d been chatting long enough for me to know he wasn’t making it up. So here I was, having followed his advice although he wasn’t going to be able to make it, he’d told me, in this occasion. I sat there while watching various comings and goings, clearly not all for the reasons I was there but taking the time being mid-evening and twilight I guess they probably were. A man approached my car and leaned in asking if I wanted to suck him off. I couldn’t resist the offer and said yes, he got in the passenger side and opened his jeans telling me to pull it out, so I did. I peeled down his shorts and a dangerously thick and hairy cock popped out, proud, red and trickling precum. Instantly I felt the bulge in my own tr...