I kissed my lovely wife goodbye as she and her friends drove off to the spa for the day. Then I opened my phone and the gay hook-up app I was using and accepted an invitation to attend on the sexual needs of one highly-rated user named SemenDemon666.
The GPS co-ordinates for the meet-up were received and acknowledged. I located the hot spot as being in the woods north of the city. I had spent time in the park forest just yesterday with my first cock feeders, Duke and Ken. It had been a wonderful spring day, right down to the weather. Today promised to be much the same, according to the forecast. The woods to the north were less tame, with few trails and thicker brush. The meeting place would likely be secluded and hidden from prying eyes, which was fine by me.
As I drove the estimated forty minutes to the co-ordinates, I reflected on the previous day's adventures. I had discovered Duke and Ken by accident and was invited to join in their oral frolics. Duke called me a natural, born cocksucker. I took it as a compliment and as encouragement. Duke himself didn't suck cock but I got off with Ken in the sixty-nine position. It was they who encouraged me to download the hook-up app to meet other men looking for service. Scarcely an hour after we parted ways, I accepted an invite from Dimitri, a burly Russian, to suck his cock in an abandoned factory parking lot and I took his load manfully, without reciprocation.
Now, I was off to meet SemenDemon666. My expectations were set by reviews by other users who'd met with him in the past. I found many such reviews to be vague and uninformative, though often very generally positive. Interestingly, the reviews were posted by users all over the country. Evidently, he was a traveller.
The man's profile pic was a white pentagram on a black background with '666' emblazoned in red over it. Additional pics offered more insight. He was white, pot-bellied, heavily-tattooed, hairy, cut and hung from the looks of things. All of that suited me just fine.
There were no pictures of his face, but that was not terribly unusual. So far, I hadn't even uploaded a single picture, letting my introduction do the talking. It turned out if you introduced your profile as a willing cocksucker with no requirement for reciprocation, you were popular.
Presently, I drove through the woods. My phone was open to the location app and the co-ordinates were dialed in. The app gave me clear instructions to go off-road, and sure enough, there was an overgrown, grassy trail to follow into the deep woods. I turned off and followed the trail for several minutes. I started to get discouraged. I seemed to be on a road to nowhere.
Just then, I entered a clearing where there was a sign of human activity. Someone had pitched a two-man tent and started a fire. There was a motorcycle parked nearby. By the fire, there stood a man.
As expected, he was heavy-set, but I was surprised how large he was. I had thought Duke and Dimitri to be big, burly men, but this man outsized them both. His pot belly was covered now by a black t-shirt with what I took to be a heavy metal band's logo. His arms were heavily tattooed and muscular. His head was shaved, perhaps to hide a receding hairline, but his black beard was long and carefully trimmed into a forked goatee. His eyebrows, big and bushy, were slightly arched and gave his eyes a devilish look to complete his image.
I found him to be an incredibly iconic masculine image. I was instantly attracted to him. This was a man I could service, and I was sure I would.
I parked up and got out of the car. I walked awkwardly over to the tall and imposing figure. He held out his hand, not to be shaken, but to be kissed.
And kiss it I did. Reverently.
When that was done, we performed introductions. I told him my name was Dave and he said his real name was Simon. We talked a little about ourselves. My details were mostly uninteresting. He was unmarried, openly bisexual, a biker (of course) and an independent Satanist in the sense that he was not a member of a cult or church of Satan. He assured me that many Satanists were decent people, but very interested in the pleasures of this world.
His voice was deep and surprisingly cultured. He talked like a well-read intellectual. Whatever had drawn him to follow Satan as his spiritual leader, it was not ignorance. I personally was not religious, having rejected the creed of my upbringing, so I chose not to judge him.
The conversation turned to sex.
"Your profile said you will suck unconditionally. I accept your offer. Take off your clothes. I like my cocksuckers naked."
When I was naked, he told me to take his cock out, and again I obeyed, kneeling before him and opening the wide belt that was fastened over his black leather pants. I opened the trousers to pull them down. He wore no underwear, so I had immediate access to his cock and I wasn't going to waste that opportunity.
I began by sucking his balls. They were quite large and very hairy. Not that I minded at all. I found his hairy balls and pubic beard very manly. He had an earthy smell that was pleasant to me.
I called upon the skills I'd learned in the past twenty-four hours and worked my imagination for more. I let my tongue linger on his testicles just a little longer, but I used my hands to stimulate his cock. My right hand was for jacking his shaft while, with my left, I massaged the massive head of his dick.
"Your profile said you were new at this, and looking for experience, but you seem to be a fast learner," Simon said. "And you're not shy. That's good."
I nodded as best as I could with an enormous testicle in my mouth. Simon seemed to be content to let me work at my own pace, and I was not rushing the job. It was a full five minutes before I put my lips on his cock. When I did, it was to kiss the tip. I removed my left hand from its thumb massage of that area and let it fall to massaging his balls. My lips closed around the bulbous glans and I set to work with my tongue, licking the piss-slit and bathing the surrounding skin. I continued to stroke the length of his cock with my right hand.
I was rewarded with a low growl from Simon. "That's good."
I was happy to be praised. I was doing to him what would have felt good to me. I continued as he talked to me.
"You know, you have a good body. Nice ass."
I could guess where that was going, and I wasn't sure how I felt about it. I had fantasized about having a man take me in the ass, but I had never experienced it. I had played with a butt-plug on occasion, so I knew that having something in my backside could feel good, but inserting small objects that you control is a different matter than a man inserting a big dick in you and fucking you hard.
