Oh sure, I know the name is kind of funny, especially in my case. But it refers to a land dyke, and not a butch lesbian. The dyke surrounds most of the city from the mighty river, and the ocean on the western side. Dyke Road is a two-lane winding road right on the edge of the water, with rest stops along the way. It's an incredible place to watch the sunset, or to see fishing boats making their way out to ply their trade.
It's also a great place to suck cock!
I had read about it online, at a web site aimed at "cruising" spots. They call it Fag's Paradise, actually. I started coming home that way, stopping to watch the world go by, have a smoke or toke, and see what happened. The website recommended the washrooms in a couple of places, but I tended to stay in the little waterside car parks.
One day, I saw a middle-aged man getting head from a much younger woman in his car. He looked like he was enjoying himself, and even smiled at me when he saw I was watching! I thought he might have waved to me too, as if inviting me to join in, presumably to play with her while she sucked him. But I wasn't into pussy that day, or most days.
Sure, I'm married. Sure, the ball-and-chain and me do the nasty once in a while. But she's not really interested in sex, so it doesn't happen too often. Don't get me wrong, I like pussy. I like eating it, and fingering it, and slipping my cock into it, and I never pass up the opportunity to get some outside of my marriage. The thing is, however, that I've been bi pretty much my whole life. I didn't act out on it until I was in my late thirties, but I always had an attraction to man/man sex, in all its' manifestations, and when I finally did lose my cherry it was the most gratifying and erotic episode of my life.
So now I cruise Dyke Road most days after work, and in the summer I ride my bike down there in the evenings. The wife thinks I'm staying in shape. Little does she know I'm there to suck off as many men as suits my fancy.
One day, not too long ago, I was sitting in my car, listening to the radio and having a smoke, when a luxury car pulled up a few feet away. The driver was very well dressed, the business executive type. His hair was perfectly coiffed, his suit expensive and unwrinkled, even after a days work. He turned his car off and lit a cigarette, pretending to be uninterested in what was going on around him. But I knew differently.
Very soon, he began to scan his surroundings. He looked over at me, and I smiled my big "hi there I'm looking to swallow your cum" smile. He smiled back. His eyes returned to my direction a couple of more times, and each time I gave him the smile, which always brought a beaming smile in return. He hadn't gotten halfway through his smoke when the door opened, and he got out, pretending to stretch his legs. He wasn't fooling me.
He walked around his car a bit, until he was on the passenger side, about eight feet away from me. He nodded and said something about it being a beautiful day. I agreed, looking directly at his crotch. I could see the lump in there, and was more than a little curious. It could be the dark color of his suit fooling with me in the dying sunlight, or it might be that this guy was really hung! He started some idle chitchat about the local sports team, and I just smiled and nodded. Each new sentence of our conversation saw him taking one more step towards my car, until he was standing right next to me. Now I could make out things much more easily, and my heart was beating faster at the thought of actually getting to see that monster in his pants. He was huge!
I didn't have to wait long. He quickly stubbed out his smoke and continued on about the weather, when I interrupted him.
"You know, I've heard that a lot of men come down here to get their cocks sucked."
A bigger grin I've never seen. The lump got larger, making me even more excited, and he raised his eyebrows. "Really?" he said. "Is that why you're here?"
I smiled and nodded my head. "I'd never say no to something that good, would you?"
He agreed with me. "Nope."
Hitting the doorlock open button, I nodded to my passenger door. "But I mostly come down here to help those men out. Wanna get sucked?"
I'd hardly ever been this bold in my life, but something about this man made me want to be naughty. His reaction was exactly what I'd hoped for. He almost ran around the car, opened the door and got in. I've got a bench seat, and I'd already tilted the steering wheel up, so there was lots of room. I slid closer to him, his head turning to me. I could see how taut his pants were from the erection he was hiding. I thought to myself that I'd better free that from its' confines or he might need medical attention.
I brought my face close to his, moved my hand into his lap, and then kissed him on the mouth. That's always a risky move, since some men don't like to kiss (even though they'll let another man suck their cock), and I worried that this was a momentary shock to him. But he soon got into it, and quickly took over the kiss, rolling his big tongue into my mouth again and again. His moaning was addictive; every time he moaned my cock spewed more precum, just as I imagined he was doing the same. My fingers were working on his zipper while we continued to kiss. I was having trouble, and had to break away.
"Let me help you," he whispered, lifting his butt off the seat for a moment.
The bulge was still growing!
"Holy shit, how big is that cock?"
"About nine inches" he groaned.
Sweet Jesus, I'd never had that much meat in my mouth. I knew this was going to be a challenge, since I make it a personal goal to feel my nose buried in the pubic hair of every guy I've ever sucked off. When he finally slid down his pants and his Calvins, the uncut meat missile that sprang into view whacked him so hard on his taut belly that the sound reverberated in the car. Christ, it was almost touching his sternum!
I wrapped a hand around the shaft, near the base, and went back to kissing him. He was really liking this now, and his hands were gripping my head to pull me closer to him, like he was trying to swallow me. I was absolutely loving it!
I took my hand and slipped it up under his silk shirt, pulling on one of his nipples. I really wanted to suck it, but that would mean unbuttoning the shirt, which I knew neither of us wanted to spend time on. Tweaking his nipple made him moan into my mouth more, which just further inflamed me.
My hand returned to his cock, feeling how wet with precum the head was, and spreading it around. I made sure my finger was coated in it, and then brought it up to my mouth, breaking our kiss. My lips made smacking noises as I slurped it off, beaming with pride. He just pulled my mouth back to his, and pushed my hand down towards his monster again.
Slowly now, I started masturbating him. Using the foreskin as a sensation-maker, I went all the way up his shaft to the head and then back down again, not missing any part of his glorious cock. He was moaning and moaning more now, his kiss was becoming more insistent.
Finally, he broke the kiss, and his hands pushed my head lower. I didn't need to be told twice. "C'mon baby, suck me" he whispered. "Oh yeah, I'm gonna suck your cock," I smiled, and he groaned again. "And I'm going to drink every single drop of your cum!"
With that, I took the massive head in between my lips, savoring the salty taste of his precum and putting as much suction in my mouth as I could. I wanted more of that delicious nectar of the gods. And he didn't disappoint.
Within seconds a virtual river of precum was seeping from his cockhead, and I wasn't missing a single drop of it. He kept whispering "oh yeah" over and over again, so I began taking more and more of the shaft into my mouth every time I moved down. My motions became almost like a metronome, very methodical and timely. Up and down his shaft my lips traveled, my tongue bathing the bottom of his shaft and then quickly swooping up over the head when I was near the top. He started pumping his hips up and down, trying to get more and more into my mouth. And I wasn't objecting!
He moved his hands to my head, trying to push me all the way down. I figured I'd make him suffer a little bit, and pushed back on his hands. His eyes opened up at that point, perhaps he was about to ask what the deal was.
It didn't matter, because before his mouth could form the words I opened my mouth and throat all the way and sucked him to the base. I could feel him throb in my throat! FUCK ME! I was never sure I could take nine inches, but now I knew! My breathing was fine, my tongue was fine, my mouth wasn't hurting...and I had this huge cock to suck!
At that point, all I wanted was cum, so I started total deep throat strokes up his cock, and then back down again to the core. I was moaning now, and he was yelling "OH YEAH, OH YEAH!" The car was actually rocking back and forth as I made my motions, and all I could think about was his impending explosion of cum. I didn't wait long. Two more strokes and he put the death grip on my head, forcing my cock down, screaming out a long syllable, and then cumming a river of liquid into my mouth.
I've never before or since felt a bigger first blast than that! It was staggering, in fact. An absolute gallon of cum! It seeped out my mouth downward, gravity helping, as he recoiled and fired shot number two. I was better prepared for that one, and it found its way into my tummy in its entirety. Several more shots, each diminishing in size, followed the first two, until finally all that was left was a trickle of love juice. His unintelligible dialogue was now just heavy breathing and quieter moans, and I let his cock drop out of my mouth and sat up, swishing what was left in my mouth around and then swallowing it. I smiled the biggest shit-eating grin of my life, and looked at him. His eyes opened up at that moment, and he leaned over and kissed me again, trying to fish out some cum from my mouth.
Too bad, I'd already swallowed it all, like a good cock-sucker should!
We kissed some more, and he felt the bulge in my pants. Nowhere near his size, I was still on the brink of orgasm, and a few strokes later, and much to my surprise, I came in my pants. He felt it, I'm sure, because he started moaning in delight again into my mouth.
Finally, we broke our kiss, and just looked at each other. "That was fantastic," he whispered. "Yeah, it was, thank you." I answered
"Do you live around here?"
He nodded yes, and I told him I did too. He wondered if I was in this spot every day, and I told him that I was there most days, at varying times. He promised to look for me every day, which made me feel good. We went back to just kissing at that point, like kids necking for the first time. We couldn't get enough of it. At one point, he broke the kiss long enough to ask me if I'd ever been fucked by a cock as big as his. The truth was, I'd never been fucked at all, and I was instantly aroused and scared. Could I take that much meat? Would he just rip me in half?
He told me his name was Brad, and asked me if I'd like to come to his house on the weekend. His wife was going out of town with her sister, and he had a great place to play, some good weed, and an overwhelming desire to make love with me.
How could I say no?
The End of Part One.
The second half to follow shortly.... Kevin_b@hotmail.com