Sunny days always make me horny. Working weird shifts means I get time off at all sorts of hours, which can come in handy for a little daytime cruising. Today was a case in point. I had woken to a brilliant sunny day and a nice stiff hardon under the sheets. I considered taking care of that straight away but decided to defer my gratification for awhile, as this adds to the eventual release. So I got up, performed my morning routine and prepared to go out n a pair of snug jeans and a white t-shirt. A pair of aviator shades completed my look.
After some thought I headed to a nearby cottage set on a prominent hill in the centre of the city. It had been a fruitful source of fun in the past, being convenient for local offices full of repressed professionals. Even if nothing comes of it, it is always such fun observing the suits ho visit the cottage. Too uptight to go for what they really want, they stand at the small urinal, eyes flickering sideways, not daring to stare at my dick, which I keep just hard enough to attract their interest. One or two even pluck up the courage to sidle closer and stroke themselves in time with me. The exceptional few will even wank themselves to a quick jerky climax. Then they fumble themselves back into their clothing and rush out, usually redfaced and shamed. Most times that was the only result, so I'd have to visit a more hardcore cottage to get some real action. But it was kinda fun to tease the nerds.
I bounced into the cottage about mid-day with a big grin and a warm feeling just below belt level. I was feeling particularly groovy and ready for some fun. Sadly the place was empty. Just a two-man urinal, a sink and two stalls with the obligatory gloryhole between. Still a touch chilly after the previous night but a nice contrast to the warm sun outside. I wasn't sure whether the chill was causing my nipples to tighten or the prospect of some nerd teasing. I unzipped slowly, the sound echoing in the tiled space. I revelled in the sense of freedom as my dick popped out of my jeans and started to stretch out. I always go commando on such visits, mainly because I love the feel of denim rubbing my cock and balls.
I placed my left hand on the wall in front of me and gathered my cock in my right palm, feeling it gradually swell. I'm not that long but more than aversely think, especially near the base. I keep myself shaved, partly because I personally dot like pubes in my teeth and presume others don't either, but also because it adds a little visual length. Not that I'm paranoid or anything! My balls are quite loose and hang quite low, so were perfectly obvious as I stood there gently stroking, keeping things interesting without going too far. I wanted this to be as extended a session as I could manage.
I was starting to get into a really horny place when I heard confident footsteps at the entrance to the cottage. I stopped stroking and just squeezed gently as a typical suit came in and stood next to me. placing his briefcase on the floor on the side away from me. Dark suit, neutral tie.. probably a lawyer or some such from one of the local offices. Looking strictly ahead, he unzipped and pulled out a soft average sized cock and started to piss. As he did so, I was sure I'd seen a brief flash of bright colour around the base of his dick. Looked like some shade of red or pink. Hmmm. As the flow ceased, he shook the final drops away then just stood there, dick in hand, not moving or looking anywhere but straight ahead.
I could see his dick filling slowly, the foreskin retracting to reveal a beautiful pink head peeping out. Experimentally I glided my hand along my own cock, just once. My ass tightened and fractionally thrust my pelvis forward, sliding my cock through my hand. His eyes flashed sideways for a moment, then he copied my move. I smiled inwardly and began a slow stroking, while deliberately turning my head aside to the side, looking alternately into his flushed face and down to his growing cock. At first he wouldn't meet my gaze, but then he swallowed deeply and turned to watch me, matching my massage of my cock with his own.
This guy seemed to have an extra level of need compared to the usual suits and this stirred something wild in me. I turned toward him and reached out to brush aside his hand and wrap his cock in a firm grasp. Feeling that the time for subtlety was past, I jerked his cock in rapid bursts, pausing every time his hips jerked forward. He was gasping now, eyes locked on mine, oblivious of the surroundings. I let go abruptly and grabbed his head and pulled him to me to plant a wet open-mouthed kiss on his narrow lips. He struggled for a moment, then melted and allowed me to overpower his mouth with lips and tongue.
I broke away. whispering in his ear "Into the stall!". He obeyed without a qualm, moving into the stall, his briefcase going with him. I followed, catching him turned away from me, so I could grope his ass as he bent to place the briefcase at the side of the bowl. My hands slid around him and delved into the front of his trousers to fondle his balls and cock. A silky smoothness around his balls made my task easy but was a little surprising. I unbuckled his belt and dropped his trousers to the ground.
I almost gasped aloud as he stood there, ass covered in shocking pink french knickers. His shapely, (and hairless), legs were clad in fishnet holdups, with that lovely band of lace at the top. I slid my hands over him for what seemed like an hour, revelling in the contrast of satin and skin and nylon and lace. He was trembling like a scared deer. I have never seen a more arousing sight and my cock was straining in its skin, the veins standing out like rivers.
Despite the hazardous situation, I so much wanted to fuck him there and then and I'm sure he was too far gone to refuse. Gathering all my common sense, I turned him round and sat him down on the toilet seat, his cock tenting his knickers and leaving an obvious wet spot as he produced a torrent of precum. I tilted his head up and smiled at him, then motioned him to open his mouth.
He blinked then got the idea. His lips parted and he gently closed them over the head of my cock, He didn't seem to be too familiar with what to do next, but his very naivety was terribly exciting. He seemed to derive inspiration from somewhere and the old familiar sensations coursed through my cock. He was getting quite enthusiastic now, slobbering saliva over the length of my cock. It was probably just as well that I dot have the world's longest dick, but the width at the base was stretching his mouth wide as his head fell far forward and he took almost the whole length into his mouth.
Unlike the majority of storytellers, I don't last too long when I've been working up to a climax and I already had that deep tingling that presaged my orgasm. I gasped his head and tilted it until he was looking in my eyes, then thrust slowly deeper than I had been before. I held that position until I started to see panic in his eyes and he started to try and pull away. This provided the final stimulus and held it for five more seconds then relaxed and shot my cm down his throat, the first spurt almost explosive followed by several spasmodic heaves of my hips. immediately pulled back to allow him to draw a gasping breath, then forced my cock back into his mouth to feebly squirt the last drops of cum into his mouth, which he eagerly swallowed. His eyes were teary and his nose was dribbling snot but he seemed to have passed into a state of satiation. I looked down at his crotch and saw he had flooded the front of his satin knickers with his own cum.
As he cane down from his sexual high he became shamefaced and would not meet my eye. He cleaned himself up as best he could and re-arranged his clothing into a semblance of respectability. His demeanour had changed radically from the uppercrust veneer he had originally. He seemed to be accepting of my superiority so I decided to press home my advantage. I whispered to him to meet me on the park bench just outside the cottage.
I left first and sat down on the bench with a satisfied ache in my balls and basked in the sun. The suit emerged a little later, blinking in the sunshine. He sat on the other end of the bench and looked at me. I pointed up the hill a ways to a dense thicket of trees and bushes, some ways off the park paths. "Meet me there after work tonight. Do you
have any more panties to wear? I don't want your gross spunk getting on me." He nodded and hung his head. But I could see he was aroused again. "I'm going to fuck you. That's what you want, isn't it?" His eyes down, he nodded again.
We went our separate ways, he back to whichever ratrace he inhabited, me back home to shower and rest up. A the appointed hour, I was back in the park, standing at the entrance to a cunningly concealed little wooded hideyhole. I had a blanket and condoms and lube. I was ready. Would he turn up?
Finally I saw a suit coming along the path toward me. He turned off the path, hesitated, then headed in my direction. I waved cautiously and he waved back. I drew him deeper into the copse then grabbed him by the head and laid another outrageous kiss on his trembling lips. I pulled away and told him to strip. His eyes went wide and he said "No, it's too public. We'll get caught" I held his eyes with mine and repeated "Strip" in a flat calm voice.
Looking all around he took off his jacket, then his shirt and tie and folded them on the blanket. He was smooth and hairless and his nipples seemed to be hard as bullets. I bent over and bit each in turn and he groaned with desire. "And the rest!" He kicked off his shoes and dropped his trousers, facing away from me. This time he had on a black thong which contrasted with the creamy smoothness of his round buttocks. The fishnets had been replaced by smooth deep black holdups with broad lace tops and tiny bows on the seams.
I ran my hands over his ass and around his waist to cup his cock and balls. He was a hard as iron and was already weeping moisture from his slit. I spun him round and pulled him into me and crushed his mouth with mine. We broke apart and I fixed him with a calm stern gaze. "I'm going to fuck you now. I know you want it. You have wanted it for years. You can still walk away but I will never touch you again.. and you'll never get up the courage again"
His lip trembled for a short while then he nodded. "Please fuck me. Fuck me as hard as you can. I need you inside me." I smiled and led him over to a large tree stump. I bent his upper body over until his elbows rested on the stump, then reached down and fondled his balls through the triangle of the thong. His cock was rock-hard with either desire or terror and it leaked a sticky stream into the slick material.
I laid my hands on his shoulders and he twitched suddenly. Palms flat, I slid my hands down his silky back and over his buttocks, dragging the thong strap down to his knees. I spread his trembling cheeks and blew softly onto the contracting rosebud within. He gasped sharply and then uttered a soft moan. I ran my tongue through the valley and over his asshole, drawing more groans and reflex twitches of the muscle. I drizzled a stream of lube onto the spot, the chilled fluid causing him to start. My middle finger rubbed at the wrinkled opening and eased into him. I swirled the tip around inside him then pressed inward until my finger was buried into his ass. Twirling and rubbing brought forth a series of sighs and moans and he started to push back at my hand.
I was by now in such a state of arousal that I could not wait any longer. I felt powerful and potent and I was going to have this guy regardless of how he felt. I unzipped and dragged out my cock which was instantly as hard as I have ever known it. It pulsed with my heartbeat and the head was slick with precum. I rolled on a condom and slathered lube along the length and on the tip.
"Spread your cheeks." I leaned into him, the acorn head of my cock slithering in to come to rest on the entrance to his ass. "Take a deep breath." He started to breath in a long breath and I heaved my hips forward until the head penetrated him far enough to lodge inside him. He stifled a scream but gasped for breath and I could feel the sphincter spasming as he tried to accommodate me.
Not giving him time to adjust, I leaned harder and slid deeper, starching his ring further as the thicker part of my dick entered him. He was now whimpering and muttering "No, no,, too much." As if I cared by then. I withdrew momentarily then almost pushed him over as I sank the remainder of my cock into his throbbing asshole. I waited a few seconds, loving the incoherent sounds he was making then pulled almost all the way out. I glanced down between his legs and saw his cock which had escaped from his panties and was pressed up against the stump in a state of terminal arousal, leaking fluid down the bark.
Seeing him so turned on flipped a switch in my head and I began to fuck in earnest. My balls were hard up against my body and I knew It wasn't going to take much to set me off. I've fucked a few guys over the years but this was in another class. The power rush was driving me like I'd never known before.
After only a short time his ass convulsed around my cock and he let out a low howl and shot his cum down onto the ground, pulsing over and over. The sudden increase in sensation triggered the explosion in my balls and I jerked a half dozen times into his clenching ass. I slumped over his back and lay there gasping.
It seemed like forever until I began to notice him wriggling under and realised I was in danger of crushing him. I got up and cleaned myself and put away my aching cock. He lay there a while then finally straightened up, groaning and stretching. He didn't meet my eye but cleaned himself and his clothing as best he could. He dressed in silence, wincing as he pulled up his trousers.
Back to almost his immaculate self, he started to leave the copse but halted and came back to stand in front of me. For a long moment he just stood three, head down, but then lifted his face to mine and, with infinite tenderness, kissed me very gently.