Last year (2007) I scoured the “Gumtree” online personals column looking for a discreet, one-off encounter. If you’ll take a few minutes I’d like to share it with someone of a similar mind! Perhaps it will be of some use to you, and my apologies if it is not!
I’d wanted to give head to the right guy for years. Had to be totally No Strings Attached and discreet, life being how it is. Now I’d practiced this at home in my own funny way. Blowjob porn was obviously my favorite kind and if the girl and her methods looked great I’d wish I was on the receiving end. But if the cock looked great too, then I’d swear I’d pay for the privilege of doing her work for her! In time I started to taste my own sweet wetness when masturbating. Then one night, a little pissed I admit, I took it further. My cock looked real good in my hands and I’d have given anything to be able to suck it. I lay on the bed on my back, myheart racing expectedly as I raised my legs over my head. As I rolled back a little my cock came so close to my face. So deliciously tempting yet out of reach. I’ve never known such frustration! At that moment I thought of all my favourite blowjob clips and stroked myslef to a juicy orgasm. The fresh lashings of my own cum shot into my nervous but open mouth. I licked the excess from my lips andswallowed. From that moment I’ve known I had to find that perfect opportunity to have real cock in my mouth. So, like many, I turned to the Gumtree…
The meeting was arranged for a motorway services carpark I had chosen. Some parts on the outskirts are very poorly lit and at night it would be easy to park alongside, hop in the passenger seat and do my duty. The plan worked worked a treat and when I showed up he was already parked and it was reassuringly difficult to see into his car. The vehicle description matched so I hoped straight in. He’d switched offthe interior light to avoid attracting attention.
Unfortunately this blanket of darkness had hidden the fact he was quite simply an ugly man with a brutal looking face. Butterflies in my stomach and a raging hard-on when parking up were quickly replaced with cold fear. There was a jacket across his lap which could have been concealing a cosh, knife or a fucking crossbow. He smiled and I waited for the stall, shot or whatever would follow. But he simply gestured to his groin and in a suprisingly pleasant voice said “help yourself son- take as little or as much as you want”.
My heart gave a thud and I was confident of what had been a nervous sweat. I was back into fantasy territory once more. With eager relieve I pulled aside his jacket to reveal a cock to match its owner. Bald, ugly and thick. It sat uncut, fat and soft, on top of big firm balls looking not much longer than it was wide. I reached down with a barely perceptable trembling of myhands to stroke and cares my first cock. It may have been ugly, but it felt warm and inviting. I gropeed and explored for what felt like hours. It stirred only a little with my attentions although it’s owner did let out the occasional contented sight. There followed “it’s all yours son- go on, spoil yourself” as a clear hint to step things up. To tell you the truth I could have just kept tugging on that fat warm meat all night but I knew I’d regret it if I didn’t do more.
I knelt down in the footwell and leaned forward to get it closer to my face. There was only a clean, warm flesh smell. Nothing offensive in the slightest. I began to kiss generally his cock and balls, lifting them to get better coverage. The kisses became wider mouthed and soon I was tasting the sweet meat. “Yesss, good boy” he whispered. He moved under my mouth subtley steering the tip of his cock between my lips. I gave a suck and tasted wetness immediaatly. I lingered for a moment as I felt it suddenly began to swell in my mouth. It got fatter and considerably longer in what seemed only a matter of seconds. The head was bursting to emerge so I slid back the foreskin to liberate the juiciest swollen bell-end I could have imagined possible. It was enormous, even for the short yet wrist-thick gift I’d now been blessed with.
I was to get rapidly aquainted with my new best friend as the owner took the back of my neck in one big hand and his cock in the other. He played over my lips the warm sticky beef-tomato that was the business end of his cock. Slowly, I was to have my mouth repeatedly impaled on that impossiblely wide cock as he gently fed it to me. Without compunction I was soon sucking the juices from him on my own initiative. To know I was doing a good job of it made me feel fantastic. My own hard-on raged in my pants in sympathy. I released one hand from its work to open my pants and bare my cock. Ifelt so close to cumming and gained additional guilty pleasure as my bare wet meat pressed against the seat under me.
My sucking his hot tip teased a seemingly endless supply of sweet pre-come. This was due in part to the preparations I’d asked of him. I specified clean and shavled. From my own personal experiments I’d decided the experience would be juicer and fresher if he jerked off the night before and drank plenty of water for 24 hours before meeting me. I felt almost dizzy with horniness and proud when I realized I could take his 5 or 6 inches to the hilt. I wanted to make this last and last. I’d stroked, sucked, licked and moaned in my own ecstasy, grateful for my regular swallowing down of his nectar answered by his whispers of “that’s a good boy”.
Of course this could not go on, and in time he asked the inevitable of me. “It’s time” he said, as his whole cock began to stiffen even more. I got a wave of nerves in my stomach and my heartbeats became erratic, fearing I would lose my nerve at this point. Nursing on his wetness was one thing- I could be a good boy for him all night and was grateful for it- but a mouthful of real cum would be quite different. Nice as he’d been about things so far, I had to remember that during this time I’d been a “good boy” for him. Backing out could have consequences. Perhaps I could pull him out at the last instant and let him explore over my face? He might prefer that? I started kissing and licking up and down the trunk of his cock and then whilst tugging away asked “how do you want it?”- hoping the option was there. “You’re going to suck my juices like a good little boy” came the reply. The wording and the tone said he was not asking or suggesting. The big hand now resting on the back of my neck told me it was not negotiateable.
I took the first two inches of him into my mouth once more. Stroking the base of his cock with both hands I sucked like the “good little boy” he wanted me to be- that I HAD to be. All the while my tongue firmly working the sweet spot I’d found near the head and the shake of his prick. The pre-come trickled constantly onto the back of my tongue requiring regular swallowing as he twitched and pulsated against my lips. My own cock which I’d forgetten all about firmed up against the car seat once more. It feel so good as I rocked there with him on the broke- and my geneuine moans of renewed pleasure vibrating through his meat were the final push to take him over the broke.
The final warning of no return was an almost painful gasp from him. Hot spunk burst forth again the roof of my mouth- so forceful I heard it as well as felt it. I felt dizzy, swallowed, licked and sucked, had to swallow again and on it repeated. There must have been half a dozen shots of cum for me to take down. Relieved I’d done it, I continued to work him slowly and firmly as he shuddered. As I sucked the last of his juices he began to soften in my mouth. He pushed me back up and into my seat. His big hand closed firmly around my cock and worked away. At the same time he leaned over his intimidated bulk and with his big ugly mouth kissed me hard, now filling my mouth with his tongue instead. I understood under him appaulled by the idea of kissing him. Still he worked between my legs and in a matter of seconds I came hard, shooting my load all over myself. He sat back, pulling up his trousers and said “get out”. I took one last look at his meat as it disappeared into his trousers and pulling at my own pants scrambled out of the car.
So there it was done. I did not want assault that came at the end, even if I did get a little relief. A blowjob would have been welcome, but at least my work was done. I’ve had no contact with him since and I’m not convinced I’d wantto even if he asked. But I do need to find the right cock for the job. I’m added for sure!
Regards,
James.
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