I swallowed another guy's load on the trail today. Nice older guy, kind of short. When I got down on my knees, I didn't expect to see anything so large. His cock wasn't especially long, but it was nice and thick, just the way I like 'em. I went right to work and when he failed to get hard right away, I chalked it up to nervousness about playing outdoors. I was beginning to wonder if I was sucking my way into another erectile dysfunction disappointment, but then I felt his member getting harder fast. There's something amazingly tantalizing about feeling another man's cock get hard in my mouth, and I love the moment when I can tell he's about to cum off. I wish I could freeze-frame that couple of seconds, but that would just postpone my reward. My new friend was very forthcumming. I felt his meat pulsing and then his cum flooded my tongue and mouth with pure pleasure. Knowing that many guys' cocks are super-sensitive right when they cum, I like to stop sucking and just let them shoot for a few seconds. Then I gently use my tongue to coax out the last drops of ambrosia. He zipped, thanked me and turned to leave. I didn't say anything, as I was savoring the flavor sensation of his cum-tribution.
Here in the northwest corner of Michigan's lower peninsula, it's easy to have fun on and in the water, walking trails or taking in the night life of this small but vibrant city. At first I thought it was going to be almost impossible to score some cock. There's only one gay bar (I dump, I'm told), but I only like to drink cum, so bars aren't my scene. Fortunately, it didn't take me long to discover how easy it is to get some trail head at one of the many trailheads along the winding river that flows into the bay and ultimately into Lake Michigan. One trailhead in particular, I've learned, is a veritable cum-u-copia of copious cumdrops. A pathway just a short walk from the parking lot veers into a stand of pines that offer excellent cover. In addition to the natural canopy, intrepid cock-worshippers have woven two very artful nests of branches around tree stumps that have been cut to exactly the right elevation for heady adventure. Two stumps, no waiting. The activity seems to have no primetime. It's the luck of the draw, but it's usually very easy to find a cock-packing cowboy who just loves to draw. Shoot it out at the O.K. Corral.
In a little over nine months, I've managed to take loads multiple times every week. Some of them have been disappointing dribbles, but on the hole my experiences have been good-to-excellent. I even met a guy with whom I've hooked up a few times, a married guy like me, and we've cock-swapped everytime we get a chance to meet in a private place. His cock is a thing of great beauty, about seven inches, only slightly curved, medium thickness and hard as a rock every time I got my mouth wrapped around him. He enjoys mine equally, but as I usually take a looooooong time to cum, I just let him have his fun for as long as he can stand it, and then I get down to serious work. In my cocksucking career, I've only encountered a few guys I like to suck off as much as Ron (name changed). His meat throbs intensely when he's about to cum and he never fails to deliver a whopping load. I love the taste of his cum; I'd suck him off twice a day, every day, if I could. But then, that wouldn't give him enough time to bank up a good stash of splash for the next time.
The downside, of course, is that playing outdoors always involves risk, regardless of how good the cover is. What America needs is a good five-cent cigar (or so we're told). What this city needs is a reliable no-tell motel that takes cash with a smile and a wink without asking questions. But is that going to happen in what's arguably the best tourist destination in a state that's full of them? Hell no, not when even the cheap joints can book every room every night for big bucks. Oh well, that's what I'm hunting for, big bucks, so I can hardly blame the hospitality industry for making hay. Hay, that gives me an idea. Which one of you farmers out here on the peninsula has a nice five-dollar hayloft for rent? After all, Michigan's official state motto is: "If you seek a pleasant peninsula, look around you". That's what I'll keep doing; seeking out pleasant penisulas. Did I spell that right? Cum again?