"How was it?"
Richard sat next to me in a small clearing we'd found off the pedestrian trail by the river. We'd met Sunday morning, as planned, at "our spot". That, of course, was the parking area on Dyke Road just off the river where we'd spent about half an hour two days earlier just kissing softly and sweetly and with so much passion. The same spot where I'd slid down to my knees and sucked his cock into my mouth and immediately been treated to a river of salty cum!
He'd been waiting for me, obviously anxious to have more sexy fun, and riding his bike, to my delight. I'd been a little late getting up, and my ass was still a little bit tender from yesterday's fucking at the hands (or should I say cock?) of Brad, so it'd taken more effort for me to ride and I'd arrived a few minutes after our scheduled 9:00 a.m. meeting time. Richard told me on the way to this private area that he was so horny for me that he'd been really worried when I didn't show up early, like he had. I smiled from ear to ear, almost blushing at the thought of this masculine sex machine desiring me so much that his impetuousness came out like that!
The ride to our hideaway had taken about fifteen minutes, during which we didn't speak very much, but we did both take the time to fall behind the other so we could admire each other's asses. When we finally made it through the scrub and entered the hidden clearing, he hadn't waited for our bikes to actually hit the ground and create a noise before he'd wrapped his arms around me and was kissing my lips. It took me by surprise, but it was a delicious one at that!
We kissed for awhile, each tasting the other's mouth, teasing and playing with our tongues, our lips mashing together and making that "smacking" noise that filled the otherwise quiet part of the woods. His hands were all over my back, pulling me to him with a direct firmness. He was plainly aroused, his cock stretching his spandex shorts and bumping into mine. We both pressed into each other, truth be told. I loved the feeling of rubbing my pillar of flesh into his. It turned me on!
This was serious business for him, I could tell. The intensity of his kiss; the ferocity of his hands as they stroked and caressed my back and my ass; the passion with which he was humping into me, his hips crashing forward to meet mine, showed me that he had much to give me, and that perhaps this had been building up for some time. When he'd first approached Thursday, I'd somehow gotten it into my head that he was an introverted person, judging him in that instantaneous way we humans do when we know nothing about someone else but see them for a second or two. Little things we perceive that form an instant impression, a prejudice; a subconscious reference to someone or something in our past or our cultural scope of history. I had just assumed he was a schoolteacher or a scientist, scholarly to be sure, from the austerity of his presence when he'd approached that late afternoon.
Of course, I later learned that he could be intense, when he was staring so longingly into my eyes as I rubbed his hard penis through this shorts. Still, I had this fear in my mind that he was more on the quiet side, and that perhaps our previous encounter had been a once-in-a-lifetime event.
So much to my delight, I was being proven wrong. He was almost drowning me in the delightful fury of the moment. This was as important as life itself to Richard, and I fairly shivered at my luck for being involved in it.
As we were making out, wrapped in each other, we managed to shuffle over a few feet to a log, worn down over the years by other people, perhaps engaged in similar activities Richard and I were, and sat down. He sat first, and I followed, basically with him pulling me into his lap. Not that I was complaining! Even though I still bore some tenderness from my time with Brad yesterday, I was inflamed with lust and I really wanted to feel Richard's cock again, and this time inside me in the most intimate way of all!
His hands moved to my stomach and lower back. His touch was purposeful and direct, with a lot of force behind it. He was truly manipulating my body, squeezing and moving my muscles and skin with pressure, making me know that I was for his use at that moment. I was really fucking turning me on!
Our kiss was even more intense and animated now too. His mouth was practically gulping at mine, like he was trying to swallow my mouth so he could firmly plant his tongue inside me at his own pleasure. I was overwhelmed with his passion, and quickly decided to completely surrender any movement or action to him. He was leading me wherever and however he wanted, I went limp in his lap and allowed him to literally take me.
He didn't disappoint.
His hand found my groin now, and he firmly began caressing my balls and penis, his breath catching just a little at his first touch of my shaft. My shorts were tight, the Lycra stretching to it's limit, so much so that even the veins on the outside of my cock were evident. And under his rubbing, I was harder than I'd ever been before. He took a deep breath through his nose, so as not to let his mouth leave mine, and slipped his hands inside my shorts. He did it with such earnestness that they slid down my thighs, or perhaps more appropriately, he forced them down my legs. I lifted my butt slightly when it was obvious they couldn't go any further, and then they were near my ankles.
His hand found my cock, and began stroking up and down in strong forceful motions. He was really giving it to me, getting really aggressive and physical. It was driving me wild, in combination with the kiss, where I was basically his for the taking, which he was doing. I couldn't remember a time ever when I was giving my mouth and tongue and throat to anyone like this, his lips and tongue everywhere at the same time, devouring me.
I was afloat on sensory overload. My mind was racing with delirium and completely at calm and peace simultaneously. I was in that zone where pleasure was paramount and nothing else mattered, and that's when I got an even bigger surprise.
He pulled his mouth off mine, immediately bent over, and practically inhaled my cock into his lips. The wetness of his mouth, which I'd helped to create with my tongue and saliva during our mind-blowing kiss, only helped to make me feel like I was sticking my cock into the warmest wettest piece of heaven I'd ever found! I groaned, for only a second, and started pumping my cum into his mouth, the pressure of my orgasm so overwhelming that I lifted up on my toes, pushing my lower body higher, forcing all my cock straight up and into his throat at the same time. For a second, I feared I might be literally blowing his head off!
But it was the other way around. He'd sensed my closeness, my impending blast, and desired my cum so much that when the first particle of salty goodness hit his tastebuds he started sucking like he was consuming the essence of life. Each drop of cream I could shoot out, and I swear it must have been a quart of more, found it's way into his stomach, first being swished around his mouth, enjoyed and cherished, before being swallowed. A more perfect blowjob I'd never had. He literally consumed my seed, sucked out the very sexual core of me.
It was breathtaking, and I was breathless. The strength he showed in holding me this way, all my weight on him, while I released myself into him, and the way he continued to hold me after I'd finished cumming, holding me to his chest, letting my senses return to somewhere near normal, was so remarkable.
I could hear him swallowing again, and I could only imagine that he was enjoying the remaining traces of cum that I'd given him. Swishing the strands of cum over his palette, taking the salt and protein out of it and sending everything down, like I would!
We sat for a few moments, his hands continuing to caress me with vigor. Strong physical rubs, nothing subtle about them. He still directed the intensity of our interlude, and was telling me so in his ministrations.
I finally found the energy to speak.
"That was fucking amazing." I kissed his neck softly, reveling in his massages.
"It's been so long since I've done that," he whispered, "I had no idea how much I've missed it."
Despite my still raging erection, I wanted to know more about him.
"How long has it been for you?"
He didn't want to answer immediately, and I could sense that pressing him on the answer would possibly turn him off, so I didn't ask again. The silence between was broken only by bursts of wind through the leaves, the occasional far-off bark of a dog, the shriek of a gull circling overhead.
Finally, he spoke. "Over twenty-five years. I had relations with other young men while I was in university. Then I met my wife in my senior year. Well, my ex-wife now."
"You're divorced?"
"Yes, I am. Does that bother you?"
I looked up into his eyes, confused and concerned. "No, why would that bother me? You've seen my ring, right?" I asked holding up my left hand. "You know that I'm married, don't you?"
Richard leaned over and softly kissed me. "Yes, of course. I knew it as soon as you stepped out of the car."
"So why do you think I wouldn't like you being divorced?"
He shrugged. "I'm not sure. Perhaps it's just admitting my imperfections that's embarrassing. Anyway, I graduated and married and put all that into my past. We had plans for children, and it just wasn't done in our circle of society. But I missed it. I missed it so much."
I smiled, and kissed him on the side of the neck. "I could tell!"
A sincere and genuine laugh came out of his chest. He ran his hand down and squeezed my penis, beginning to grow again. "Smart ass," he giggled.
"So, you missed it?"
"Oh god, yes. I repressed it, I pushed it down inside myself. Yet I went through my life seeing men I wanted to be with, passing up every chance there might have been to fuck again, to suck cock again, to kiss again, like I did with you the other day. Now that," he said with a lilt to his voice, "was an amazing comeback!"
I sat up in surprise. "That was your first time in over twenty-five years? With me?"
Richard pulled me in and kissed my mouth, his tongue entering me again, touching each and every part of me. When he broke the kiss, his pleasure was evident. "Young man, you've unleashed the lion in me again. For twenty years I had sex with my wife, a lovely woman with no passion, no love for sex, no lust. Sex with other men was the most, um, dramatic...the most intense and pleasurable, that I'd ever had, and I certainly couldn't find anything like it with women. I tried with Brenda, tried to bring that out of her, but she either didn't have it or just wouldn't use it."
Sadly, I knew what he spoke of. My relationship with my wife is much the same. Disappointing in the most basic of human qualities; the ability to give and receive pure sensual pleasure.
"After my divorce, my workload, and the fact that I've been out of the scene for so long meant I haven't dated anyone, man or woman, or had any sexual activity for that matter." He sighed slightly. "And then I ran by your car and saw your eyes." He sighed again. "Your eyes seemed to hit me in a way I'd not experienced before. I kept running, but all I could think about was the look on your face, the openness and desire. I actually had a roaring erection instantly, which made it a little difficult to jog!"
Smiling, I nodded. "I seem to have that glow lately!"
"You surely do."
If he only knew, I thought gleefully!
"I ran on for awhile, but kept returning to the feeling I had from your look at me. I knew you were gazing at my ass, I just knew it. Weren't you?"
"Oh fuck yes, I was instantly attracted to it."
He laughed. "I thought so. And I wanted it. That taste came back to my lips, that thirst for it. So, I cut my run short, and turned to run back. I had no idea if you were still here, or even if I'd read your signals correctly, but I was damn sure going to find out! I purposefully stopped close to you, taking some time to stretch out and have some water. I wanted you to see me again. Something inside me just wanted to show you how much you turned me on!"
"And the rest is history!" I giggled.
"And the rest is history." He kissed me again, and this time my hand fell to his crotch, where his cock still stood, like a tree trunk, waiting for my mouth. There didn't seem to be much more need for conversation.
I left his mouth, and kissed his neck. Then his chest. His nipples were already hard, and I bathed them in saliva and bit gently on them, bringing subtle sounds from him. Meanwhile, my hand was working at his running shorts, the silky fabric barely containing his meat missile. He stood slightly, and between the two of us his shorts were on the ground in seconds. My heart leaped to my chest with delight. The precum was flowing out of his pee-hole and cascading down the curved purple head of his penis like a volcano giving off the nectar of the gods. I don't think my knees had actually hit the ground yet when the head of his cock entered between my lips. The salty seed had the most incredible odor, and my mouth watered at the instant of tasting it. Applying my suction, because I HAD to have this cum inside my mouth, I ran my tongue around the entire circumference of his helmet to collect all of it.
Richard moaned out loud, and roughly ran his fingers through my hair, pushing my head down at the same time. I wanted his seed in my mouth again, like two nights ago, but I also wanted him inside my ass, because I knew it would be a much more physical and forceful fuck than I'd had with Brad, and I wanted it. I wanted it bad!
He'd called me a sexy bitch the other night, and now I was going to show him how much of one I was! Swallowing his cock right to the back of my throat, and marveling at the heat the skin on his shaft was giving off, I planned my next move. I made two more complete sucks of his delicious penis, from the tip right down to the base, sucking as hard and violently as I could, I then jumped up and turned in one motion, presenting my open (and tender) asshole for his cock.
Richard reacted with sexual instinct, and within in a second or two he'd impaled himself in me, pulling my body into his, both of us bent at the waist. I could feel his chest hair against my back, the grip he had on my hips, as he drove his cock into me as hard and as fast as he could, then holding it all the way inside me.
"Ooooh, I'm gonna fuck my sexy bitch today" he growled, pulling out all the way and then ramming back into me again, harder this time. His fingers were actually bruising the skin on my hips as he grabbed onto me, pulling and pushing at me like I was a lifeless love doll.
He was fucking me, the most basic and animalistic way he knew. Like a stallion mounting his mare, Richard began thrusting into me again.
SMACK! His body slapped into mine, and I shook everywhere from the force.
SMACK! He slammed into me again.
This man was lost in his own passion, oblivious of his surroundings and his circumstance.
SMACK! We both grunted at the collision.
Despite the fact that I knew he wasn't, the sheer physicality of how Richard was fucking me made me think that he was actually bigger than Brad's enormous cock. I was loving this kind of sex! I mean, Brad had been so romantic, and so passionate in his sophisticated way, and I loved being with him. He literally made love to me, which thrilled me to my toes!
But this man was different! Richard owned my ass today, in this clearing in the woods, a few hundred feet from the river. He owned me. It was evident in every action, every nuance. I was his pussy bitch, his fuck toy. I was there for his pleasure, which he was taking from me with every violent thrust of his hips.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
There are no words to fully describe it. It simply was fucking, incarnate. As ritualistic and real as anything could be on this planet. The joining of two people, for no other reason that their own selfish and visceral pleasure.
His grip on me increased with every stroke of his cock into my tender asshole. I didn't care, it didn't matter to me that I would be sore for a few days. Who cares about that shit? I was getting fucked for the second time in two days, when before there had been none, and I was discovering my addiction to it! All I could think about, all that consumed me, was feeling this cock inside me, banging against my ass, spearing into my body, and finally spewing it's hot sticky load into my bowels.
About ten minutes later, after he'd cum and cum and cum and almost passed out from his pleasure, after we'd both licked up my second orgasm (produced with no touching, mind you), after we'd filled our senses with more tongue-teasing kisses, he remembered my date with Brad, and asked me the question.
"How was it?"
I beamed I suppose. His reaction was an enormous grin.
"I loved it. Just like I loved it with you now."
"Did you fuck him?"
Shaking my head, I think I actually blushed. "No, he and I seem to have fallen into our roles, and he's the top, no question about it." I wasn't embarrassed, and told Richard that. I wouldn't want it any other way, and believe me, I wanted it! I'd already made plans to meet Brad again sometime later in the week.
"Does that mean...?"
"NO!" I stopped him in mid-sentence. "There's no way I'm not going to see you again. You and I have a different frenzy about our sex, and I love that so much! Please don't tell me you don't want to fuck me again!"
His elation was evident. The bulge in his shorts grew huge again, and he rubbed it for me, shamelessly. "No, I want to fuck you again, so very very much. And I want you to fuck me too, if you want to."
Moving to Richard, I pressed my mouth to his, pulling his body and mine together again, feeling his cock swelling even more.
"Just tell me what day, baby. I'll be there."
End of Down on Dyke Road Part 5
More to come.
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