My work at the facility was done by noon. It only took me until 9 AM, but I took a few hours to clear up some crap that was bothering me about their systems.
Before I left the building I checked my messaging app from the hookup site. Robert and Tim had messaged me around eleven, 'Let us know when you're available. We can get together whenever.'
I returned to the hotel and prepared myself. I wasn't sure what might be taking place. I messaged them as soon as I was ready.
The reply was about fifteen minutes coming. It was an address. They'd be there waiting.
The Android Auto in the car showed the destination as the parking lot of a large park next to the A640, some half an hour away.
I dressed in a T-shirt, sandals (my shoes were still drying from last night) and a pair of cargo pants. A large bottle of lube in one of the pockets.
The Saturday drive was easy and relaxed. I actually arrived earlier than I'd planned.
There were six other cars in the lot. None of them were the Mercedes from the night before. I checked the messaging app.
'We're running a little late. Had to make a stop. Take the trail off the right. Walk about a half mile, there will be a split lot bench with a path behind it. Follow that path to a small clear area with two down trees. You should see the A640 through the trees.'
Pretty on point.
I said as instructed. The bench was a hair further than they'd mentioned, but meh.
A man sat on the bench. Slender, shaved head, big smile. He wore a polo, shorts and walking sandals. I smiled, looked behind him and said, "pardon, sorry."
"Definitely not a problem." He continued smiling and eyed me up and down as I went down the pathway.
I could hear cars on the highway as I found the clearing. You could just see the highway through the far trees as vehicles rushed by. The ground was a pleasant, low compA heavyset man sat on one of the downed trees. He looked to be in his late thirties, with thinning brown hair and small glasses. His shorts were around his ankles as he slowly pumped a thin, limp, but long cock.
He nodded to me and I did so back. "You Joe?" I nodded again.
"I'm Leo. Robert and Tim said you'd be here." He stood and brushed his butt clear. As soon as he'd stepped out of his shorts on the ground he walked towards me, putting a hand on my shoulder and pressing down lightly.
His belly hung over his now-stiffening equipment. A small tuft of thick brown hair sat around the base of him, but his cock and balls were bald.
I took him into my mouth and he responded immediately. A glob of precum hit my tongue before I had more than an inch in my mouth.
It was...pleasant. Fully erect he was in the five inch range. His shaft was smooth and easy, his head was almost perfectly symmetrical. The sack below was almost exactly relative in size to his prick.
A trembling started in him only a moment after I started, "I...I'm not...I don't...last...as long as other guys. Is that OK?"
I just 'mmhmm'd around him.
By 'don't last as long' he meant, 'I'm gonna cum in fifteen seconds.' his entire body began to shake and his legs curled, starting a fucking moron into my mouth this lasted about four thrusts.
For not letting long he sure produced a lot. I swallowed a mouthful of musky but somehow sugary flavored spunk. Then another. Then a third before he'd finished.
He pulled himself from my mouth and sat back down. I started to stand when I realized we weren't alone.
Tim and Robert had arrived, "Hey Leo!" Tim said jovially. The other man smiled and waved, briefly out of breath.
"You're wearing an awful lot, aren't you? You should strip." Robert said, fully disrobing.
I stood up and followed suit, making sure my pants were on top for ease of access.
Which was completely unnecessary. Robert produced a decent sized pump bottle and put it in a flat area of the ground near a small maple.
"Step over here and lean on this branch." Tim said, motioning to a branch of a maple. It was just a hair higher than my waist.
Another man came into the clearing. He had a big, bushy beard that offset his body. It made his head look too big.
"Robert, Tim." He said, nodding to both, "Is that Leo over there? They got you out of the house huh?" His accent was heavy Quebecoise.
Tim waved as the new man started undressing, "Hey, Marc. Glad you could make it." Tim walked around in front of me. "This here is Joe. In town for work."
"Safe word?" He asked, pulling his shorts off to reveal an extraordinary cock.
Fully erect, fat in the horizontal but average vertical. He was covered in hair but the area down there was utterly clean. Large, relaxed balls drifted low between his thighs.
Robert said, "What was it? Creamsicle? Yeah."
"Dreamsicle" I answered. Robert slapped me lightly on my presented ass.
"Cool. What's the plan?" Marc asked.
Tim, standing on the other side of the branch I held quickly wrapped a Velcro cuff on my left wrist. Then one on my right and put a rope between them around the branch numerous times, pulling it tight. "Plan is free use. We put a post out on the discord this morning."
Oh fuck.
"You in a mood for messy or not?" Robert asked Marc.
"Not. I've got to go to my niece's track meet in..." he looked at his watch, "... Half hour. Gives me twenty minutes to drive so...can I go first?"
I said, "Sure."
Robert slapped my ass, harder this time, "You don't talk. You're the hole. Holes don't talk." He leaned down, "You're gonna love this." He whispered somewhat gleefully.
Marc pumped the lube into his hand and lined up on me. I felt the cool of the gel against my sphincter as he pushed in.
"First one of the day?" He asked, pushing himself into me an inch. I flinched.
He slapped my ass, "Don't. Just take it." He pushed another inch in, but I'd prepared myself mentally for it.
It only took a few pumps before he pressed his hips against my cheeks. "Oui oui" he said, his accent making it hotter than I'd have thought it would.
