When the craving for cock comes on me, it becomes an all-consuming need, a visceral urge that needs satisfying. Sure, the itch can be scratched with porn and masturbation, but sometimes, when the need is too strong, only a hard stiff dick will do.
One such time, the lust began to boil up and consume my thoughts, which came at just the right time of year. Springtime! The weather had been warm and dry for just over a week, days getting longer, and most importantly, green leaves had returned to cover the bare branches of the woods. Outdoor cruising was back!
Working out if the hot bloke you saw walking into the woods is cruising or just out for a stroll, the added danger of being caught increases the thrill so much more than saunas and adult cinemas that had kept me going over the cold winter months.
I was lucky at the time to be living and working in a part of London near one of the best outdoor cruising areas. So I found myself at the end of a workday, mainly daydreaming of delicious cocks and hiding the raging hard-on in my pants, heading to the tube station that would take me there.
Twenty minutes later, I crossed the London/Essex border and began the short walk to the woods with the most action. I decided to skip the first entrance alongside the large pond and head towards the car park to see how busy it was.
I find about seven cars sitting empty in the car park, a promising sign that other horny guys have the same idea as me. Taking the left path, I head towards my favourite spot and begin the hunt.
For me, it is a hunt. I find myself becoming almost predatory, focused solely on my prey, that long hard shaft, mushroom-shaped head, two round plump balls filled with warm, sticky, salty, delicious cum that I need to swallow.
A short distance into the woods and a rustle of branches got my attention. A man appeared on the path coming out of the side path to the right, which led to a small clearing. He looks to be around forty, with short brown hair with a hint of grey at the sides, square-jawed with a boxer's nose. He was stockily built and muscular but with a bit of a belly. The loose-fitting grey tracksuit and old trainers showed that he was here to cruise. The prey had been spotted, now it was time to capture his sweet, sweet prick.
The clearing I like is down a pathway to the left between me and the guy, I watch him as I make my way there. We made eye contact. He stares straight at me, so I look down at his crotch; I'm sure there's a hint of a bulge of a semi-erect penis there, then I make eye contact with him again with a friendly smile and nod in his direction, and I take the path to the left.
Now's the moment of truth: will he take the bait and follow? I take the winding path a short distance to the clearing; the snapping of undergrowth behind me tells me he's on the hook.
I enter the small glade and head over to a fallen log that makes the perfect bench to sit and suck cock on. Just seconds later, the stranger whose hot jizz I hope will soon be running down the back of my throat steps into the open.
He pauses, nervous maybe? He looks at me, waiting to make sure he's read the signals right. One hand reaches down to fondle the much more noticeable bulge in his trackies. Already I can tell it's going to be a thick, meaty manhood. He catches me staring, so I give a little upward nod and a smile, and he starts to approach.
He stops a few inches from me, seemingly hesitant about what to do next. I reached a hand forward and down towards his tantalising bulge, he was a few inches shorter than me so I had to stoop a bit which brought my face nearer to his and I could hear his breathing quicken as I ran my fingers up from the root of his dick past the tip and up to the edge of his waistband.
The tie strings holding his bottoms up barely did the job, so I was able to slide my hand down the front easily. He'd come ready for this as he wore no underwear. It was the girth of his meat that surprised me, almost as thick as a beer bottle. I could feel the veins and ridges as my fingertips glided down its length. It danced and twitched to my touch until I reached its end and found two plump round balls in his loose sack.
Cupping them in my hand, I began to massage them, gently rolling them around. I could feel his rock-hard penis twitch and tap against my arm. He groaned slightly and leaned forward to kiss me, gentle to start with, his stubble prickling my skin. He placed one hand behind my neck, the other half down the back of my trousers on the small of my back, and pulled me in tight. The kiss grew in passion, and I felt his tongue pushing my lips apart, parting them as his probing tongue found mine, and we started a slow but forceful dance with them.
I placed my free hand on his back between the shoulder blades. The other hand I managed to free from being trapped between our groins, still inside his trackies, moving around to the back. I cup one firm, muscular buttock and pull him in, our bodies tight together, the kissing becoming more voracious.
Instinctively our hips begin to gyrate, grinding our stiff hard cocks against each other through our clothes. Even with the layers between us, I can feel his bulbous head rub across mine, sending shockwaves of pleasure into my nervous system and driving the lust into an all-consuming drive, my inner cum guzzling cockslut is now in full control, and I love it.
As we embrace our tongues wrestling, cocks grinding, breathing quickening, I feel his torso arch away, giving him just enough room to get a hand between us to unzip his top. His hand then moves to one of his nipples and begins to play with it. The slutty voice in my head tells me that I want that nipple to tongue and nibble on, to make him moan from it. Breaking the kiss, I move to his earlobe, I might as well enjoy the trip down to the nipple and beyond, gently nuzzling it between my lips and nibbling on it. He holds me even tighter. Next, I make my way down his neck, kissing and licking the side of it whilst I run my fingers gently up and down the back of it between his shoulders and head. A soft moan escapes his lips.
Pulling away from our embrace, I look down at his chest covered in brown curly hair flecked with grey, a slight paunch over a solid frame the hair thins out into a trail leading towards a now prominent and throbbing bulge. His nipple's are larger than average. Burying my face in his chest hair. I take his right nipple between my lips and gently suck in it and run my tongue over its tip. A hand starts to stroke the back of my head gently at first, then harder as my teeth softly nibble on his wonderfully erect nipple.
My left hand with a mind of its own slides down the front of his tracksuit bottoms and I wrap my fingers around his rock hard thick cock, slowly stroking his cock and sucking on an engorged nipple I hear a deep moan escapes his lips, he bends his head down nearer mine and hoarsely whispers, "do you want to suck it". As a way of an answer, I move my hands to his hips and tuck my thumbs into his waistband, sitting down on the fallen tree, finally, I am face to face with the enticing bulge. I began to inch his joggers down, slowly revealing his shaft. I knew it was a thick piece of man meat, but now, seeing it just inches away was breathtaking. The waistband cleared the base of his shaft and, pulling it down further, revealed two big juicy plums nestling in the loose fold of his sack.
My mouth started salivating at the sight of this chunky rock solid cock; it wasn't the longest I'd seen, maybe a shade under six inches; it called to the cumslut in my head," suck it quick, drain those balls". I had to get myself under control, This should not be quick; it needed to be savoured. This should be a leg-trembling, soulful orgasm, taking this man to the edge of euphoria.
Wrapping just a finger and thumb around his shaft, I gently begin to stroke his thick erection. My mouth moves towards the ball sack and I use my tongue to massage them before taking the left ball into my mouth and giving it a slow long suck. Moving over to the right one, I do the same, the gentle swaying back and forth of his hips encouraging me on. I spend a little time playing with each testicle whilst running my fingers along his shaft, I can hear his breath quickening and the hip sway increasing. It's time to move on to the thick meat I want to taste. Starting from between the balls, I run my tongue up to the base and onwards, feeling each vein as it runs over the tip of my tongue. As I reach the top, I can see the beautiful mushroom-shaped head in all its glory, beads of pre-cum already forming, ready to be savoured by my hungry mouth. My eager tongue swirls around the purple glistening delight, lips parting. I move to take the large head into the warm embrace of my mouth when a rustle of branches and the sound of footsteps behind cause us to freeze in panic.
The fear of being caught paralyses me for a second, not knowing what to do. The provider of the feast of manhood is quickest to react as he grabs to pull his joggers up. A bit slower to react, I turn to look behind me just as a gentleman enters the clearing; he looks to be in his early 60s, grey-haired but still handsome. Slender and wearing a light plaid shirt and faded jeans. By far the most striking thing about him though is the fact that protruding from his undone flies is a hard flagpole of a cock standing to attention, casually he begins to stroke his length, slender like its owner but a good 8 inches long, a smile plays across his face as he realises what he has walked into.