I didn't make it to my favorite spot on Thursday, the day after my encounter with Henry and his girlfriend Tracy. I had crews working at several sites, and had to make sure they were all doing what they were supposed to be doing, and by the time I was done it was already into the evening and the ball-and-chain was waiting for me, so I went home. But the delight I'd had in that encounter stayed with me, putting a spark into my soul, a delightful bounce in my step, and a smile all over my face. Like my time with Brad, I had gone home and almost immediately put the events of my first threesome down on my laptop, ready to email it to Nifty as soon as I next logged on. It occurred to me that it wasn't much of a threesome, though. I had never touched her, nor really wanted to, since his lean and toned young body and that rippling hard cock were what drew my attention!
The next day was Friday, and I woke up early, eagerly anticipating what would happen on Saturday with Brad, and hoping that the time before that didn't drag on and on. At the office, meeting after meeting ensued, and any thoughts I'd had of leaving a little early and making it down to Dyke Road seemed to disappear.
But then miraculously, just after three p.m., everything coalesced and suddenly fell into place, and I soon found myself racing down the parkade and getting in my car and driving to the river. Would I get lucky today? My mind raced with the erotic possibilities.
I parked a little further down the road than normal, not wanting to be a sitting duck for any cops or anyone even remotely freaky. The fact that someone had been able to track me down just from the posting of the story at Nifty, no matter that it had turned out to be a deliciously sexy experience, troubled me more than a little bit. What if a fag-basher came looking for me? Recently a man had died in a city park from that, his life horribly beaten from him with a baseball bat. The hateful assholes were still out there, and while I had cock fever and knew I'd never stop trying to find it, I still had to be careful and consider my own personal safety. I cursed the world that it would produce such hateful people, and I cursed a god who would allow such violence to happen amongst "his children". What a joke. A benevolent god? One who made children starve and made tribes go to war and made suffering a worldwide event? Hardly. A god who let AIDS take the best and brightest of our society? Fuck him, I thought!
So I found myself at a peaceful riverside rest stop just east by a few minutes from my previous hot spot. I'd already had a hoot off my pipe, and was feeling pretty mellow, so I just sat and watched the river flow by in it's late-winter ferocity, and got centered again. Enjoy the solitude and quiet. Let the troubles of the office fly away. Get some emotional comfort again.
Gulls bobbed up and down in the water, a huge blue heron circled by a few times, obviously scanning the area for food and a safe place to land. He found it, not too far away from where I was parked, and I was treated to a gloriously natural view of him landing and settling down. Other smaller birds skittered by here and there, and for a time while I smoked my cigar I watched a tugboat pulling a barge of sawdust up the river, heading for one of the processing plants upstream.
A car pulled in a few yards from me. An old woman got out, to walk her dog.
I watched her for awhile, letting her little white ball of hair run wild, and saw her not bothering to pick up what the dog had deposited on the trail. As a bike rider I hate that, and thought about saying something to her, but decided against it. Bad karma. Live and let live. Peace and contentment. That was what I wanted now, and what I was prepared to give.
She drove away, and I peered down the river and spotted someone jogging, heading for my position. I noted it, and went back to my daydreaming and watching the world go by. Cars drove by on Dyke Road every once in awhile, but none stopped to offer me a new cock to suck. Oh well, such is life. One surely can't get lucky every day, can one?
The jogger was closer now, and I could make out that it was a tall, older, bespectacled man, wearing black spandex and a rainproof jacket and a baseball cap. The weather was still cool enough that his breath was making huge clouds of steam in the air, and he was really huffing and puffing. He was pushing it today!
He passed by and gazed at me in my car, smoking on my cigar, probably wondering why anyone would be damaging their health instead of doing something about it like he was! Oh well. Takes all kinds, doesn't it? I stared intently at his tight ass as he went by, thinking about what it would be like to caress those buns of steel as I inhaled his cock. I remarked to myself that his jogging was doing him a world of good. For a man I presumed to be in his late forties or early fifties, his ass was very bubble-like. Round and firm in the spandex, it was begging for my tongue to worship every square inch of flesh on his ass before spreading his cheeks apart for a more serious and dedicated taste of his hot hole. God, my mouth watered at that thought, and I fast-forwarded to tomorrow, to Brad, and to being his cockslut!
My own cock was hard in my jeans, and I was rubbing over it back and forth, producing some delicious and delightful feelings inside me. My cigar was almost finished now, and I drew one last lung-full of smoke before throwing the tiny stub out into the gravel of the parking area. I leaned back in my chair, watching the birds again and rubbing my cock through my jeans. I entertained the idea of freeing it, pulling it out of my jeans and stroking myself to a good climax, reveling in the pleasure of cumming, of tasting and relishing my own cum off my hands, but then thought the better of it. I was still in a public place, no matter how much this was becoming "my spot", and the police might still show up at any time. Better to be safe than sorry, despite the fact that I was dying for a good cum.
I zoned out at that point, lost in the delirium of the moment. I may have even fallen asleep, I'm not sure, though I doubt it. I think I just got into a completely Zen kind of moment, a deep hypnotic time where my cares and troubles disappeared and my mind raced to other universes. Of course, all these thoughts I was having that took me to these other places were about sex, but that's what I am! A sexual creature!
I remember coming back to earth to the sounds of feet pounding onto the ground and getting closer, and looked to my left to see the jogger returning. He got to about thirty or so yards away and slowed to a walk, huffing and puffing and then stopping to lean over, his hands on his knees, his back arched, his legs straight and taut. Even from that distance, I could tell he was in good shape. The way the spandex hugged his flesh showed that his thighs were powerful, his calves distinct and very toned. This is a man in great shape! I was aroused and envious all at the same time!
He walked a little bit, towards a picnic table that was on the small beachfront area next to the gravel parking area, almost directly in front of me. He pulled his fanny-pack off, and tore off the Velcro strip that held his little water bottle on. Taking several big drains off the bottle, I could hear the slurping sounds as he swallowed the liquid, refreshing himself. He wasn't looking at me, in fact he was pointing almost all the way away from me, affording me another glorious look at his tight ass. Did I mind? Are you kidding? Fuck no!
His breathing was returning to normal, and he was alternating little stretches of his legs, undoubtedly making sure nothing cramped up. The sun was starting to set now, the ambient light around us creeping away slowly, the world getting ready for another evening. Still, I could see him very well, and all of a sudden he spun and sat down on the edge of the table. My eyes dropped from his face, which was definitely looking at me, to his crotch, where a sizeable lump was forming.
Wow. A very nice package, looking sexy in the dark spandex.
He smiled, and nodded, so I smiled and nodded back. My window was still open, so I leaned my head out and spoke.
"The running is probably better for you, but sometimes I just like to be lazy and sit here and let my ass get big and watch the world go by!"
I heard a nice laugh, not forced at all. "I know what you mean. But I make myself run anyway."
"Oh, don't get me wrong. You're right. I ride my mountain bike down this trail a couple of times a week. I used to run too. And it does you good, for sure. You look like you're in great shape!"
I wondered if he'd take the double meaning of my sentence. There was a brief pause as he looked at me, and then he scanned both left and right, looking for anyone else that might be approaching our area. There was none.
"You think so?"
"Yes, from what I can see. How often do you run here?"
"A few times a week, maybe three. Unfortunately, work takes up a lot of my time, so I don't run as often as I'd like. I'm Richard," he added.
"Kevin. Nice to meet you."
He nodded. "A pleasure."
I wondered how he meant that, but then remembered that not everyone had my proclivity for seeing and reading sex into every little thing that every person did and said. I mean, yes, I've met a few others like me, but I had to remind myself that most people didn't fall into the same "obsessed" category that I did.
So was it just my imagination, or was the lump in his spandex growing? Even if it wasn't, it was still an attractive sight. There was a moment or two while I looked at his package, and then I looked up into his face again. He was smiling, a big grin.
I was going to get lucky today after all!
Sometimes my sexual mind just takes over, and I lose all touch with propriety and common sense. This was one of those banner days. I pulled the handle and opened up my door, getting out of the car. I had a big hard on now, one that his eyes went to right away. I closed the door and walked towards him, my steps making loud crunching noises that seemed to reverberate in the late afternoon silence.
As I came closer to him, he straightened up a little, his butt still precariously perched on the edge of the picnic table. I stopped a foot or so away from him, and, looking into his eyes for that last little sign I needed, I repeated my earlier sentence.
"Yes indeed. You look like you're in great shape." I stretched out the way I said the word "great", like Tony the Tiger, and he smiled again.
Then I reached out my hand and lightly touched his cock, feeling it move slightly up in his spandex, and hearing him take his breath in. He looked left and right again, worried perhaps about passers-by. I shook my head and grinned. "Don't worry, this is a very quiet place. We're all alone here."
He nodded, and pushed his crotch up into my hand. My fingers still traced the outline of his penis, growing inside the sexy spandex he was wearing. Now I wrapped them, as best I could, around his swelling member, and pressed my palm against his length. I couldn't believe how incredible it felt to be touching someone's cock, lightly massaging it and caressing it and making it throb in pleasure. The added excitement of being in a public, open area just increased the thrills I was feeling tenfold.
"That feels so good," he half-whispered and half-moaned, the obvious passion affecting his tone.
I moved closer to him, never letting his cock out of my ministrations. My mind was swimming in the sensuality of it all, how hot and hard and alive his penis felt in my fingers, the abjectly sexy way we would look from a few feet away to voyeurs, two passionate men beginning the world's oldest dance.
My breathing was fast now, like an athlete, as was his. Our faces came to be only a few inches apart, and slightly off to one side of each other, as my fingers began expanding their touches, feeling the curve of each testicle as they hung beneath his now-rigid cock. We were both staring with a fiery intensity into each other's eyes. His were a hazel brown, and had a longing in them I'd not seen in a long time.
All I remember now, a few hours after the event, is that we stayed that way for an incredibly long time. I continued to fondle and caress his beautifully erect penis and balls, and we stared at each other with kindness and sensuality. Finally, I whispered "I'm gonna drink all your cum".
He grunted a laugh, his eyes narrowing and focussing on mine, and his whispered reply was what I'd been dying to hear.
"Only if you share it with me."
He was a kisser!
My mouth zoomed in on his, and in that moment of time he moved to me as well, our lips crashing together, immediately bouncing off with a loud smacking noise that I'm sure the heron heard, and then back onto each other, more softly. At the same time, I let my grip on his cock go and slid my hands up to the waistband of his running shorts, trying to get my hand inside his spandex to touch the skin of this beautiful penis.
Our kiss became like fire. We were both snorting our breaths out of our nostrils, our lips continually opening and closing, allowing our tongues to reach out for the other, as our noses bumped and our teeth touched on several occasions. He'd somehow reached one of his hands down and was massaging my cock, now steel-like in my very tight jeans.
And still the kiss consumed us, as my hand found it's way under his shorts and his hand began tugging at my zipper. He moaned into my mouth as my touch found skin, the area below his belly button, and then into the short hairs that surrounded my target. The material of the spandex gave way as I pushed further, feeling a palpable heat from his groin as I lightly tugged on his pubes, and he moaned into my mouth again.
Our heads switched sides, our mouths releasing and then grabbing onto the others' again and again. My hand made the final push and I touched his shaft, about halfway down. We both moaned loudly then, our eyes opening briefly to drink in the others' and then closing again as the passion of the moment took us again. I languorously wrapped my fingers and thumb around him, and began an up-and-down motion, and the pulse of the blood still entering his cock made my fingers vibrate.
I can't remember a more erotic feeling. Nature's creation of joy, the male genitalia, designed to feel and give such intense and spiritual pleasure. Pure hedonism, the giving and taking it represents. The ultimate sexual icon, made all the more primal here in my hand. And yet it was almost equaled by the passion of our kiss, two men lost in each other's erotic lips and mouth.
For all I knew, a crowd of one-eyed black Episcopalian lesbian nazi midget nymphomaniacs might have gathered, or a platoon of police officers, for that matter. Or a camera crew. It really didn't matter. Every thought I had in that experience was totally of the sensual kind. I gave myself over to the moment. The kiss, just one part of this contact between two people who'd just met, allowing themselves to serve their own sexual inner beings, was perhaps the most incredible I'd ever had, though Brad's kiss a few days earlier had certainly been in the running. But just standing there, on the edge of the water, with another man's turgid penis in my hand and his tongue in my mouth, I can't think of anything else being so erotic in my recent history.
Finally, breaking the kiss, he whispered again. "Fuck, you're a sexy bitch."
Catching my breath, I smiled broadly, because I was hearing what I considered to be the nicest compliment anyone could give. His eyes were burning with lust, his groans increasing now as my hand continued stroking up and down the length of that beautiful cock!
"And right now Richard, I'm your bitch."
In a flash, I knelt down, while pulling down his spandex shorts at the same time. By the time my head got to his waist, his cock was being freed from it's silky confines, and as the shorts released it my mouth enveloped the huge purple head. I WAS IN COCKSUCKING HEAVEN!
The sound of pleasure that came from deep within his chest echoed in the early evening quiet. It overshadowed the transitory and distant plane engines, ringing from one side of the river to the other (or so it sounded).
A half laugh and half rapturous moan, it was followed moments later by him tensing up and then spewing his cum into my devouring mouth, like an exploding oil well, suddenly bursting in quantities unimaginable, drowning me in a sea of semen. HOLY FUCK! I'd never felt this kind of an orgasm before. Quite literally, his cum was spilling out of my lips and down his shaft, collecting on his balls and thighs, and I was still almost gagging on the bulk of it in my throat. His moans increased again, both in volume and intensity. They were primal grunts, unintelligible and uncontrolled, the way nature had intended them to be.
As his blasts decreased, I began getting control of my swallowing, so much so that the last couple of spurts were perfectly timed to allow me to swish the salty load around on my palette before sending them to my stomach, letting me enjoy the almost-acrid yet delicious and singularly spectacular taste. I marveled again at how much I loved cum. I knew there was lots on my lips, and a little trail beginning to run to my chin, so I allowed that still-hard shaft of cockmeat to fall out of my mouth and I literally sprang to my feet, so anxious to begin our kiss again.
And he did not disappoint. He somehow, in the dying light, saw the dribble on my chin and his tongue came out, licking it off in an upward fashion so that he could immediately swoop his tongue into my open mouth. Our lips, sealed with a thin membrane of his man-seed, joined again, each of us trying to grab and swallow whatever cum we could. My hand had returned to his shaft, and I couldn't believe he was still throbbing hard and pulsing out little rivulets of cum. THIS MAN CAN CUM!
Our kiss was short-lived. We both heard the car coming, we both knew we had to instantly stop what we were doing. There was just enough time for me to step back, and for him to pull up his shorts and look presentable before we were bathed in the headlights of the car. As it got closer, we were able to see it was a couple of kids in daddy's car, the throbbing base of the speakers blasting out a rap song, the words disheveled and meaningless.
I looked at Richard. He looked at me. We both knew our time was over. It was obvious these kids had come to hang out, perhaps to meet more of their friends. It was a Friday night, and they'd have some beers and maybe some dope and they'd start their partying. Oh well, I thought, at least I did get to drink his cum!
"What are you doing tomorrow?" he asked.
"I'm busy, actually. I have a date."
He smiled. "What about Sunday?"
"I'll be here about nine, riding my bike. There's some trails that lead away from the road and the river just down about a mile from here, past Three Road. There's lots of places for two people to go private. Care to join me?"
Richard grinned from ear to ear. "I'll be here." He paused, slipping his fanny pack back on as he prepared to run off. "And I'd like to hear all about your date, too. Does he kiss you like I just did?"
I nodded. "Pretty damn close."
"Hmm," he nodded. "I'll just have to try harder on Sunday."
What a touching thing to say! I beamed at that point, I'm sure.
"Does he fuck you, too?"
"I hope so!" My lust for it was evident. Richard just looked at me, a longing desirous glance.
"Good. Then your ass will be nice and ready for my cock."
With that, he blew me a kiss, said good-bye and started off running again, I presumed towards his home. I stood, alive and aroused and erect, astonished at the week I'd had, and looking forward to the next two days with a reverent awe.
I was really starting to get used to all this cock in my life!
End of Down on Dyke Road Part 3.
More to come.
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