Brad: 2 pm works for me, go west on Highway 34 then turn north on Harrison. Go west on 4th and near the end on the right is a long low warehouse building beyond the office park. Meet me there. The second from the near end bay door will be open and my bike will be just inside. I will close the door and if no one else is around I will enjoy the first kiss with you. I will wear loose clothing so you can touch me where you want.
Those were Brad's instructions on Adam4Adam. He said he wanted to taste my cum, so we met at 2 o'clock on a sunny Saturday afternoon in a warehouse west of Corvallis. Brad is a few years younger than me, with a scruffy gray beard on his face and an English accent. He's about my height—5'10", slim and friendly. His lips are full and his mouth is fuckable. He drives a shiny dark blue BMW motorcycle, and when we first met was dressed in a black canvas motorcycle outfit and a white helmet. That was yesterday when he drove by my house on his way home from work. We'd been trading sexy photos and talking dirty to each other all day on Adam4Adam. I told him I'd be weeding in the front yard so we could meet and plan a sex date. I was a little nervous meeting him at home—my husband was sitting in the living room and doesn't know that I fuck around with strangers—and of course I didn't know what kind of a guy I was meeting. He could have been carrying a knife. It was a risk, but I was really horny and I've always been a risk-taker.
From our chat I did know that Brad likes oral sex with men, and his profile says he's bisexual, but I don't care about that. He liked the picture I sent of my cock and my full pubic bush—he responded with one of his own, showing a good-sized uncircumcised dick and plenty of hair. I like a man with hair, especially on his belly and around his cock and on his nuts. It's intoxicating, the smell of a guy you can get from his pubic hair and nuts and the sexy zone between the scrotum and asshole. He wants to bury his face in my bush, he says in our chat, and after he cums in my mouth he wants to kiss me so we can share the taste of his cum. I sent him a picture of my ass framed in my new jockstrap and he responds, "I've always wanted to fuck a guy in a jockstrap." This guy is hot! I got a little excited as we planned our date: I packed some lube and a condom in my bag and popped a Cialis an hour before leaving home. I told my husband I was meeting a friend for coffee.
Today as he greets me at the open warehouse door he's wearing jeans and a dark t-shirt. Nothing fancy here; just Brad's shining blue motorcycle in a nondescript warehouse on the edge of town. The place is filled with old office chairs wrapped in plastic; sunlight filters in from high windows at the back. I thought we might go to some office in the back, maybe sit on a chair or on a formica-topped desk and fuck under a humming fluorescent light fixture, but that's not going to happen. He pulls the rolling door closed and starts kissing me right there, his tongue exploring my mouth as I rub his hardening cock through his jeans. I drop my bag on a wooden pallet nearby. I'm wearing a jockstrap beneath my cargo shorts, and he's got his hand in there and now he unbuttons my shorts and puts his face against my cock, still protected in the jockstrap's pouch. He breathes deeply and licks at the bulge in my jock, then reaches under my shirt and twists on my nipples. Jesus, that feels good! He unbuttons my shirt and I shuck it to the concrete floor. This feels like heaven to me, standing just inside a dusty warehouse with a guy I don't really know, as he plays with my erect nipples and nuzzles my stiffening cock. It's not quite anonymous sex—we've shared phone numbers—but still. I'm happy to have a sex date with a stranger in a warehouse on the west side of town. A little dangerous—someone else might show up on a Saturday afternoon—but that's part of the fun.
Pretty soon we've dropped all our clothes on the dusty concrete floor—part of the warehouse is a wood molding business—and begin exploring each other's hairy ass cracks and balls Brad's nuts are a bit sweaty and they are hairy and hang low beneath his thick cock. I bend over to take my camera out of my bag, letting this horned-up guy get a look at my ass. He reaches over and strokes my hairy crack. We share a little lube and he fingers my hole. I ask him to take a picture of me with my dick hanging out of my new jockstrap. But we can't take much time with that.
