It was the annual benefit picnic for the VFD, and it was hot. A hundred degrees in the shade, and record-shatteringly humid. As my wife and I sat listening to the band and sucking down the lemonade, a strange sensation came over me. Usually I was not a hot weather person, but this extreme heat felt like a sauna, and as I got used to the sweat, I started feeling the stirrings of desire. My wife was here to hobnob with her friends, though, and I knew she would not be receptive at this place and time.
In fact, she had just excused herself now to greet another gaggle of girlfriends. I was watching some of the young girls dancing to the band, fully enjoying the skin they were showing on this blistering day. Everyone was beered up and trying to enjoy the heat as best they could.
My cock was now half-hard in his shorts and I got up to walk, enjoying the thought that my bulge was now visible in my shorts. I began watching out of the corner of his eye to see who was watching. Some women were oblivious, but some were not. The looks I did get caused my cock to stiffen further.
Now seriously horny, I wandered back in the trees where most of the cars were parked. I began wondering if I could find a place private enough to whip out his cock for a little stroke session. I began wondering if I could even wait that long, and whether I should just stroke it right here.
I reached the top level of the parking lot, a good hike away from the main body of the party. Here, a small clearing held ten or fifteen cars parked in a dirt clearing in the forest.
I was walking past a full size Ford pickup with an empty spot next to it when he got the surprise of my life. There leaning against the side of the pickup was a large well-built man, shirtless and wearing shorts. And kneeling at the man's feet was another man, ever bigger and more cut than the first. And in between the two men was the first man's cock, hard as a rock and shining wet.
As I watched, the kneeling man took the other man's slick pole into his mouth, slowly and with great relish. It was about this time the though entered my head that I should be disgusted, that he should go call over a security guard. But somehow I could not do that. I had never thought of another man sexually before, but there was something undeniable about the scene before me. I wanted to see more!
As I stood transfixed, the kneeling man looked over and became aware of my presence. Rather than starting back in shock, he continued sucking the other man's hard cock. If anything, he began sucking even more theatrically, looking over at me for the performance he was now giving. I stood motionless, my mouth hanging half-open. After a couple of long sensuous sucks and lip-smacks, the man pulled off the head of the standing man's cock and looked at me.
"Looks like you want some of this." He pointed the cock in my direction. There was a drop of pre-cum on the head, and I was close enough to see the slit in his cockhead. It seemed to be inviting me.
Before I could rationally consider the consequences of my actions, I had stepped forward and dropped to my knees as the kneeling man stood up. I was now face-to-face with a very large and very hard cock. It was standing straight up, giving me a view that made me dizzy: his large low-hanging balls, leading to his glistening shaft, veins bulging in every direction. That dark plum-shaped head, a droplet of precum now dripping ever so slowly off the head. Flat, rippled abs above that, and a man looking down at me with pure lust on his face.
I had gone too far to turn back. I reached up with my right hand and grasped his shaft, still slick with the other man's spit. I smelled the spit, his sweat, the musk from his balls, and the summertime smells of the forest. I moved my hand up and down his cock tentatively.
"Come on. Suck it. You know you want to."
I lowered my head and slowly slipped the head of his cock in my mouth. I felt the velvety softness of his cockhead as it hit my tongue, and a lightly salty taste from the precum. Taking care not to nick him with my teeth, I wrapped my lips around his rigid shaft and slid it into my mouth, until it filled up my mouth. As though it was the most natural thing in the world, I pulled my head back and lowered it down again. Up again, down again, and I was falling into a rhythm.
For a moment I stepped outside of myself and looked at the scene. Here I was, on my knees in front of a strange man, bobbing my head on his hard cock in front of the whole world, while people who knew me partied just a few yards away! I could hear the band as I slipped his cock in and out of my mouth. I could hear the sounds I was making as I smacked my lips in lust. I pulled his cock out and worshipped it for a minute, rubbing it around my face, licking the head while looking up at my new best friend. I loved this feeling! I wanted to suck his cock all afternoon while the band played.
It was not to be, however. "Stand up," I heard from behind me. "Jim, you sit on the side of your truck there." Jim, understanding immediately, hopped up on the side of his F350, his hard cock bouncing in the breeze.
"Yeah, Hank. Do it." Jim said.
I turned to look at Hank. He was standing naked, with his hard cock in his hand. It wasn't as thick as Jim's, but it was longer, with a delicious upward curve to it.
