Hot Spot

The sun was high in the sky, the air was fresh and worst of the bugs hadn't yet emerged to turn spring in the woods into a Circle of Hell.

As I followed the park trail, my eyes darted from the ground up to the treetops. The foliage had not come in yet and I was hoping to see some birds. I was not even an amateur bird-watcher really, but I could hear bird-song and I was curious what kind of feathered creature it was coming from. I looked through the binoculars I was carrying on a strap around my neck. I was weighed down with a digital camera too. If I found a bird I couldn't recognize, I'd snap a photograph to identify it later.

I'm not sure how long it took to realize that I had wandered off the trail. I was lucky not to have tripped over a random branch. In trying to return to the trail before I got lost... I got lost. Thinking I was retracing my steps, I actually wandered deeper into the woods. I wasn't overly concerned. I had my cellphone with me and it showed that it had service, so if all else failed, I had a lifeline.

When I heard something other than bird-song, I thought I must be approaching the trail again. Surely that must be the sound of a runner or jogger I was hearing nearby. There seemed to be a lot of huffing and puffing going on.

It was closer than I thought and not at all what I expected.

I passed a thick bush and looked to my left into a clearing. There were two men there. I instantly corrected the identification I'd made for the sound I heard. The heavy breathing was from another kind of exertion entirely. Not twenty feet from me, a small blond man was performing oral sex on a much larger, dark-cast man with a thick, black beard and a receding hairline.

I instinctively ducked behind the bush so I would not be seen by these men. I blushed fiercely for some reason at the sight of that little man pleasuring the giant. The heat in my face and ears soon migrated to a region south of my belt buckle. I was uncomfortable with this as a married man deeply in love with, and attracted to, a beautiful wife. I knew I had a bit of an attraction for men, but I actively suppressed it. Listening to the erotic sounds of their pleasure, and seeing the explicit act performed before my eyes, my usual instincts deserted me.

I very quietly unbuckled my belt and opened my fly, fishing out my cock. I could hardly believe I was going to jerk off as a voyeur of gay fellatio. I didn't rationalize anything. I just started rubbing one out.

Presently, some of my wits gathered sufficiently around me to hold up my camera around the side of the bush and record video of the arousing scene. I was so intent on capturing the unfolding sex act that I failed to think of the activation alert on my camera. It whistled a few electronic notes into the air. I yanked the camera back down behind the bush and made the mistake of turning it off: a mistake because the same notes were repeated in a different sequence to signal that the camera was powering down.

The sounds of the little man gagging on the big cock and the giant's joyful grunts instantly subsided. I peered through a hole in the brush--of which there were several I now realized. The big man was looking straight back at me.

"Asshole," he said, apparently addressing the thicket in front of me. "Standing still only works if you're wearing camo. You're wearing a white shirt, Moron."

I didn't answer. Fight or flight had kicked in and I was frozen to the spot. A half-thinking part of myself wondered why I should be embarrassed since I was not the one performing a public sex act. The rest of me remained still, desperately clinging to the wish that I was not seen. Unbidden, a Monty Python sketch entered my mind.

"Look, you KNOW I can see you there. In a second, you might try to run. I promise I can button up and cover the ground between us faster than you can spit. Get your ass over here."

I tensed. He knew. And I was a shit runner.

"Last chance. I can pull up my pants and catch you if I have to, but if I have to, that's when I'm going to be really pissed."

I really had no choice. I was not much bigger than the little man kneeling in front of the giant. He would stomp me to pieces. And nobody would find the body if he buried it out here. My only option was to try and placate this man with deference and apologies.

As I trod out from behind the bush and toward the two men in the clearing, the large man looked away from me and down at the smaller man.

"Who told you to stop? Get back on that cock."

The blond man obeyed the command instantly, apparently with pleasure.

I covered the short distance from my hiding place to the centre of the clearing in seconds. I stood before the big man at a distance of about five feet.

"Alright," the giant said. "I'm Duke. The cocksucker here is... Wait, I forget his name."

"Ken," the little man said between gasps and sucking sounds. It was a nasal voice.

"Yeah, Ken." He looked at me. "What's your name?"

I didn't want to answer and I didn't want to tell the truth but I did anyway.

"I'm David."

"Good. Now we all know who we are. What were you doing behind that bush?"

"I was just walking along, bird-watching, and I lost the trail and then... I was there, and you were just there."

"That story is so stupid I believe it. And I heard a tweet that wasn't any bird. Camera?"

I nodded. It wasn't like it could be hidden. It was hanging around my neck.

"Get any good shots?"

"No. I only just turned it on."

"How did you like the view from where you were?"

"Uh, what you do is your business, not mine."

"Yeah, I know, but you know that's not what I asked you. Put it another way: did you like what you were seeing?"

"Um, no, of course not." I held up my left hand and showed off the wedding band there. "I've got a wife."

"Me too," Duke said. He looked down at the little man. "What about you, Cocksucker?"

He didn't even stop what he was doing. "Mmm-hmm."

"There you go. Women just don't give head like men do. Ever had a man suck you off, Dave?"

"No." It was true.

"Well, it's better. Don't take my word for it. Drop your drawers and I'll lend you Ken for a minute, let you try it out for yourself." Duke turned back to Ken. "Go give him head for a minute. Do a good job on him." When Duke looked back at me, I hadn't moved. "I said to drop your pants. I don't like telling you twice."

I did as I was told. My belt was still open from my jerk-off behind the bush. I opened my pants and pushed my underwear down so my cock was hanging out. It was semi-hard and not even close to the size of Duke's. I was aroused, but I was afraid to.

"Nice cock, Dave. Ken--suck it!"

The hot, wet mouth enveloped my whole cock instantly. His inner cheeks rubbed the sides of my shaft as his head sawed back and forth on me. His tongue rolled in waves over the helmet of my penis, summoning pleasure at every move. His hands clung to my ass cheeks through my pants, kneading my buttocks. He'd been at it ten seconds before I knew this was the best blowjob I'd ever had.

My wife blew me occasionally, though never to completion. She worked well with her tongue and she sucked efficiently and it felt good, sometimes even very good. She did it because she loved me and she wanted to make me happy. Ken, though... he did it because HE loved it. His passion came through in his work.

At ninety seconds, I was groaning, no longer self-conscious about having a stranger watching me get head from another stranger. I knew that I would come soon and my copious load would fill Ken's mouth, and I suspected he would not even stop then unless Duke commanded it.

As it happened, Duke's command came sooner than anticipated. The need and disappointment must have been written large on my features.

"Now maybe you agree with me about the virtues of cocksucking homos like Ken here."

I nodded dumbly.

"Good. Let's see what else you learned. Get on your knees and help Ken suck me off."

I stared dumbly at Duke. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a flicker of annoyance cross Ken's face for the first time. It seemed he didn't like to share. He was happy to have the whole dick in his mouth.

Strangely, I felt my gaze falling from Duke's face to his hard cock. I realized that I desired to give pleasure such as Ken could give. The thought shocked me a little, but I was adapting. The voyeurism had aroused me, and Ken's work on me raised my cock to full attention. I looked back up at Duke and he was staring back with raised eyebrows, the look an adult gives a young person when a command has been given and the expectation is that there will be no need to repeat it.

"Look, Dave. The only way I know for sure that you don't go report this to the park authorities or the police is if you're a participant. No way do I let you leave here without that a certainty. So get cracking."

I stepped in closer and slowly lowered myself to my knees. I shed my binoculars and camera, setting them down on the dry, leafy earth beside the giant. Duke's massive member loomed in front of me and I leaned in toward it. Ken was already sucking it and it was going to be hard to find an opening. I told him to move over a little but the little man took no interest. I said it again and nothing happened. Finally, I gave him a little shove. I was astonished to find myself risking a fight with a stranger over the right to suck a cock. Duke clapped his hands together in mock applause.

"You can always tell a born cocksucker by his zeal for the work."

I tried to ignore him but his words struck a chord with me. From the second I went to my knees before a man bigger, stronger, better-endowed and more confident than myself, I felt as if this was the most natural thing in the world for me to do. Maybe I was a born cocksucker, but I still had to prove myself. I put all thoughts of my wife aside (telling myself that I had no choice in what I was doing here anyway) except to think of her best techniques for exciting me when she gave me head so I could use them on another man.

Ken had settled for keeping Duke's dick-head in his mouth, stimulating it for all he was worth. I came in from the side with my mouth open against the shaft. I flicked my tongue softly along, tasting at once the salty flesh. I inhaled sharply and was rewarded with the tang of Duke's manly scent. My boner wasn't going anywhere and Duke commented on that.

"You look pretty hard for a man with no mouth on his cock. I think you've been waiting for me to come along your whole life."

I wanted to tell him to shut up, mostly because it seemed like he was right. My dick was arrow-straight and I was in a powerful state of arousal. I could feel the cool air on my forehead where beads of sweat were already forming from my increasing exertions. I was working his shaft hard. I dragged my tongue back and forth along his rod, from as close as I could get to the head with Ken in the way all the way back to the intoxicating-scented pubic hair. I kissed and licked the tube of flesh until Duke intervened.

"Okay, Ken, you're doing fucking great work, but I want you to back off for a minute. Dave, get on the head of that cock. Let's see what you're made of."

I didn't hesitate this time. I took the swollen, nearly purple glans in my mouth and began to suck on it like it was a ripe strawberry, but only for a moment, to coax any of the pre-cum flavour that might be lurking in the piss-slit into my mouth. I badly wanted to taste it and I wasn't disappointed. The sweet and salty ooze lubricated my tongue and I used that to slip it around and around the fleshy helmet of his prick. After several seconds, I absorbed more of him into my mouth. I had two inches, then three, and still I relentlessly ran my tongue over his cock-flesh. I heard moans. It didn't disappoint me to hear Duke's heavy breathing, but the fact that half the moans I heard were my own surprised me. This sucking was something I'd missed since suckling at the teat and I never knew it.

"Okay, Ken," Duke said. "Move back in and share. I want to see some tongues between you."

Ken gently worked his tongue between min and the dick I was so desperately sucking. Now I knew Ken's disappointment at sharing, but the experience quickly turned sweet. Our tongues met in the middle where Duke's cock-head was, and now it was like we were passing that strawberry back and forth between our lips, kissing it, kissing each other, tonguing our ways over Duke and into each other.

"That's hot," Duke said. "Keep it up."

I didn't have plans to stop, if that's what he meant, and I didn't have a choice about keeping my dick up. My erection was unflagging.

Ken and I worked a new routine, for both of us I suspect. Our tongues were live wires connecting on the head of Duke's dick, intermingling as we moved back and forth across the length of his member. We were both blowing him and the sensation must have been amazing for the giant who was ordering our actions.

"Oh, that's it, my little cocksuckers," Duke enthused. His breathing was heavy and I felt a drop of his sweat land on my nose. "You're gonna make me come, and then I'm gonna sit back and watch you make each other come!"

The prospect of taking a second feeder in rapid succession to the first was not unattractive to me in my state of arousal. Ken must have felt the same because I heard him moaning as much as I was. Duke's encouragement made us up our game and we redoubled our efforts and increased our speed until the giant cried out.

"Okay, both of you, put your heads together and open your mouths wide. You're both gonna get a taste of this."

We obeyed instantly. Ken tried to jerk Duke off but Duke slapped his hand away so that he could give himself the finish he wanted. Ten seconds wanking was all it took to make Duke blow his load. He pointed his cock at Ken's mouth first and two silver spurts arced into the hole, making Ken moan with pleasure. Then it was my turn. If I was jealous of Ken for getting the first taste, I soon felt like it had been made up to me. Duke used his free hand to grab me by the hair and pull my face toward his cock. It hurt in a good way. The first spurt streaked my face from my chin to my left eye, and the heat stung in the cool air. Then my tastebuds were treated to burst after burst of cum until my mouth was nearly full. I groaned like any sissy and almost lost my own load.

When Duke was finished with us, he told us to remain still and not to swallow if it wasn't too late. Strangely, neither Ken nor I had swallowed yet. Ken may have had his own reasons, but for me, the experience was all so new I didn't know if I could handle swallowing a man's ejaculate. Duke continued to let it all hang out as he bent over and picked up my camera, turning it on. Once more, we all heard the tweeting song of the camera's activation.

"Okay, Ken, open wide and say 'ahhh...'," Duke directed. Ken obeyed of course and the giant took several snaps of the small man with his cock-harvest in his mouth. When Duke had the shots he wanted, he turned to me.

"Your turn, Bird-watcher." He told me to keep my mouth closed for the first couple photos. "Every cocksucker should have a few pics of his first facial. Now open your mouth and show me what you got."

I didn't resist being photographed, oddly enough. All my resistance was gone. I reveled in having sucked this cock and in wearing this man's sperm. It was like I was a hunter being blooded after my first kill.

I opened my mouth as he took the pictures. I used my tongue to swirl the semen around so that it stuck to the roof of my mouth and hung down in great strands into the pool below.

"Hot damn, that's so good that we're going to switch to video mode," Duke said. "Keep doing that."

I did as I was told and he immortalized me wallowing in my achievement of his seed. He told me to swallow and I did so without hesitation but, for the first time, the sperm's bitterness made me gag and wince. Duke laughed.

"Ken will likely tell you it gets easier." I actually looked over at the other man and he nodded.

"I should have thought of the camera sooner. Could've had some nice video of your first time, Dave. Your second time will have to do. Okay, both of you: time to get naked and play in the leaves. Take everything off. I want to see you skinny cocksuckers in your birthday suits."

Ken and I quickly obeyed. Duke was documenting events with my camera, directing us.

"Okay, lie down over here. Yeah, the light's good there. No, not like that. Don't you know you're going to sixty-nine? Yeah, better. Okay. Yes, I'm already recording. What are you waiting for? Oh, yeah... Action!"

Neither Ken nor I needed much prompting. We exchanged quick looks before assuming the position and it was clear to me that Ken was as hot for this as I was, his thirst for cum equally unquenched. He gave me a little wink, his way of telling me, maybe, that there were no hard feelings about sharing Duke's cock. I was glad and hoped I could give the more experienced cocksucker as much pleasure as I was sure he was going to give me.

"That's it, Sissies. Handle those cocks long enough to get them hard into your mouths... Right, I see some tongue action there, Ken. Good job... What are you doing, Dave? That's better... Wait, if I can see your teeth, he can feel them. Cover them behind your lips, Cocksucker... Lick that popsicle-stick dick, Ken... Ken, who knew you had a man-size cock in those little-boy pants? You have your work cut out for you, Dave..."

This was the first time I ever worked a dick solo. I was running on the memories of what I'd learned so far and applying them. Once more, I absorbed a man's rod into my mouth, tickling it with my tongue, housing it between my cheeks and sucking it with gusto. Ken's moans... were they rising from my efforts or from his excitement at what he was doing? For that matter, what excited me more: giving or receiving? It seemed to me that both had their benefits.

"Keep going there, boys... Ready for your close-up, Dave? That right, you cum-covered whore: you're sucking your second dick in an hour... Keep sucking, Ken. He'll blow soon."

Duke wasn't wrong. So far, since meeting these two men, I'd had my dick sucked very well and done a pretty good job on another cock myself. Now I was sucking and being sucked simultaneously. Both excited me greatly. It felt like Heaven on Earth and I realized I didn't even feel this way during sex with my wife. It had always been good and I would always love making love to her, but this experience was transcendental. It was above everything I had ever done.

Ken groaned again and the sound nearly made me shoot. I opened my eyes and risked a look at my director. He still held the camera and caught all the action, but now he was busy as well, jacking off with the other hand. It was hot to me that what I was doing with Ken was turning this big man on so much that he looked at risk of dropping another load.

"Eyes on the ball, Dave. In fact, play with his balls a little. Both of you put your hands on each other as well as your mouths."

We took Duke's direction. I enjoyed the spongy feeling of Ken's full testicles and treated them gently while Ken kneaded mine roughly. The sounds we made testified to how well we were pleasing each other. It would be arrogant for me to think I was as skilled in cock-pleasing as the more experienced Ken, but I think I was doing a pretty fine job of getting him off. In the end, I don't know if Ken was better at it than me or if had a little more endurance and stamina, but I was the one to come first... by a few seconds.

Duke closed in on Ken and got a close-up of his expression as my swimmers filled his mouth. His eyes were half-open as his own orgasm began to overtake him. Duke shifted position to catch me taking my medicine. My groans were muffled by Ken's cock.