Sensations Escort ServiceChapter 19 In Flagrante Delicto
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There's a mixed bunch of men who frequent my local cruising area, young and old, fat and thin, married, single, gay and bi, anything from bin man to banker, all of whom share a common desire for cock, a kind of alfresco cockaholics anonymous, if you like. When spring arrives and the forest floor is a blanket of bluebells my fellow cruisers and I come out of hibernation and start a new season of man on man sucking and sodomy.
When I first started to frequent the forbidden forest, to feast upon its forbidden fruits, I did so because I got turned on by the fact that I might get caught nuts deep in the arse of a complete stranger, only to find out that whilst I'm fucking said stranger, I'm likely to be surrounded by other strangers tugging on their cocks. Manys the time I've finished my business and glanced around at the spectators and expected them to be holding up score cards.
It's all good sleazy fun, but when the nights draw in and the trees begin to shed their leaves and the action dries up, the alfresco cockaholics return to the warmth of their dens, to wait out the winter. So I decided I needed a regular fuck buddy, who could accommodate me during the winter months, somewhere toasty warm with a soft bed for unhurried man on man body surfing.
I met Mark on a cottaging Website. We exchanged fantasies and pics and after a couple of weeks decided to meet up and see how we got on. We met in a bar not far from where he lived and got on so well that he invited me back to his place that first night. He was in his early sixties, about 5'10" and as thin as a rake with a cock that made me wince in pain just looking at it, the kind of cock that, if he shoved up your arse, you'd spend the rest of the day trying to swallow your own intestines. Fortunately for me Mark liked to receive rather than give so I was spared the agony. He liked to dress in his wife's underwear, enjoyed a bit of bondage and a light spanking, just enough to give his skinny arse a rosy glow. He became a regular meet 2 or 3 times a month whenever his wife was away. It would be the same routine every time, kissing, a bit of nipple play (which does nothing for me, but each to his own), I'd suck his magnificent cock, then he'd be on all fours for a slapped arse and a good butt fucking.
I loved it, the idea of fucking a man in his marital bed whilst his wife was away got my juices flowing every time I visited. Everything was going great, until one day, when I was about 5 thrusts away from firing my funk into his firmament, the bedroom door opened and there stood Marks wife. I froze, up to the hilt in his arse, she stood mouth agape then slammed the door and ran down the stairs. I was that close to shooting my load that I selfishly held on to Marks hips in the hope of finishing myself off but he struggled free and flew downstairs after his wife. Still naked I swiftly gathered my clothes and ran down the stairs in a bid to escape the inevitable fireworks. As I paused at the front door to grab my shoes, his wife came flying out of the livingroom, "get out of my house you fucking dirty pervert!!" she yelled, throwing a nearby vase and narrowly missing my head by inches. I flew out the door and sprinted to my car.......... Shit!! the keys. Holding my clothes over my semi-hard cock I tapped gently on the front door, she answered with a face like thunder, "my car keys" I asked sheepishly, she threw them in my face, not missing this time and screamed "FUCK OFF",which I duly did.
About a half a mile down the road, after I'd stopped laughing I remembered I was naked. I found a lay-by a little further down the road where I pulled up tight behind a truck so the driver couldn't see me getting dressed in his mirrors. Whilst thinking about what had just occurred I began putting my shirt on and myself hard again. Getting caught was a massive turn on. There was a tap on my window, I looked up to see the truck driver staring and smiling at my swollen cock, "be a shame to let that go to waste" he said grinning, "very true" I replied, opening my window so he could reach in.
Regards
When I first started to frequent the forbidden forest, to feast upon its forbidden fruits, I did so because I got turned on by the fact that I might get caught nuts deep in the arse of a complete stranger, only to find out that whilst I'm fucking said stranger, I'm likely to be surrounded by other strangers tugging on their cocks. Manys the time I've finished my business and glanced around at the spectators and expected them to be holding up score cards.
It's all good sleazy fun, but when the nights draw in and the trees begin to shed their leaves and the action dries up, the alfresco cockaholics return to the warmth of their dens, to wait out the winter. So I decided I needed a regular fuck buddy, who could accommodate me during the winter months, somewhere toasty warm with a soft bed for unhurried man on man body surfing.
I met Mark on a cottaging Website. We exchanged fantasies and pics and after a couple of weeks decided to meet up and see how we got on. We met in a bar not far from where he lived and got on so well that he invited me back to his place that first night. He was in his early sixties, about 5'10" and as thin as a rake with a cock that made me wince in pain just looking at it, the kind of cock that, if he shoved up your arse, you'd spend the rest of the day trying to swallow your own intestines. Fortunately for me Mark liked to receive rather than give so I was spared the agony. He liked to dress in his wife's underwear, enjoyed a bit of bondage and a light spanking, just enough to give his skinny arse a rosy glow. He became a regular meet 2 or 3 times a month whenever his wife was away. It would be the same routine every time, kissing, a bit of nipple play (which does nothing for me, but each to his own), I'd suck his magnificent cock, then he'd be on all fours for a slapped arse and a good butt fucking.
I loved it, the idea of fucking a man in his marital bed whilst his wife was away got my juices flowing every time I visited. Everything was going great, until one day, when I was about 5 thrusts away from firing my funk into his firmament, the bedroom door opened and there stood Marks wife. I froze, up to the hilt in his arse, she stood mouth agape then slammed the door and ran down the stairs. I was that close to shooting my load that I selfishly held on to Marks hips in the hope of finishing myself off but he struggled free and flew downstairs after his wife. Still naked I swiftly gathered my clothes and ran down the stairs in a bid to escape the inevitable fireworks. As I paused at the front door to grab my shoes, his wife came flying out of the livingroom, "get out of my house you fucking dirty pervert!!" she yelled, throwing a nearby vase and narrowly missing my head by inches. I flew out the door and sprinted to my car.......... Shit!! the keys. Holding my clothes over my semi-hard cock I tapped gently on the front door, she answered with a face like thunder, "my car keys" I asked sheepishly, she threw them in my face, not missing this time and screamed "FUCK OFF",which I duly did.
About a half a mile down the road, after I'd stopped laughing I remembered I was naked. I found a lay-by a little further down the road where I pulled up tight behind a truck so the driver couldn't see me getting dressed in his mirrors. Whilst thinking about what had just occurred I began putting my shirt on and myself hard again. Getting caught was a massive turn on. There was a tap on my window, I looked up to see the truck driver staring and smiling at my swollen cock, "be a shame to let that go to waste" he said grinning, "very true" I replied, opening my window so he could reach in.
Regards
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