It had not become part of my daily routine, but it had become a somewhat regular routine after my first cruising experience. I would regularly find myself pulling into that parking lot on the way home from work, and either find someone there or wouldn't have to wait long before someone wanting their dick sucked would turn up.
While I was in my twenties at the time, I was still young, a little wet behind the ears and somewhat immature, I had somehow convinced myself that it wasn't cheating on my wife if I was sucking dick. To me it would be cheating if someone was sucking mine -- as that was something she could do.
As I said. Dumb and immature.
Accordingly, I had become accustomed to turning up, getting on my knees and sucking cock.
Things however took a turn one day when I was on my way home from work, checking out the online site and seeing that there were reports that police had heavily been patrolling the area for the last few days.
This was enough to spook me. I couldn't stop there on the way home. The issue being I had worked myself up into the cock-slut hungry mindset and needed a cock in my mouth.
My fingers frantically scrolled through other nearby 'cruising' spots, and noticed a name I recognized, knew exactly where it was, and it wasn't that far of a deviation from my regular route home.
By the time I pulled into the dirt park bay it was mid-afternoon on a Saturday, families were playing on the equipment at the nearby park and the air filled with the smell of sausages from the public barbeques utilised by families enjoying the warm weather.
Following the directions as per the website I entered the bush walking trail, rounded the bend, and saw one of the many clearings people like me were recommended to enter, it took you slightly off the walking trail -- not too far but just enough for your antics to be discreetly covered by the fauna.
There was a giant log on the ground, one in which you could tell had been placed there and not 'fallen', I looked around saw that I was alone, no one around could see, and ducked into the clearing making my way to the log and sitting.
It felt like an eternity, how long it truly was I couldn't tell you as I don't wear a watch, however, it was long enough to rise the nerves and begin to question myself as to what I was doing there with a wonderful wife at home.
I was about to stand up when a short-statured Samoan man came through the clearing, giving the 'what's up' head nod, before giving one last glance around as he walked towards me. He was standing just out of arm's length away from me when I realized he already had his cock out of his shorts, gently tugging on it making it harder as he continued to step closer to me while looking around ensuring he couldn't be seen.
It wasn't the biggest I had seen, but it was a nice hard cock sitting there waiting for me, at my eye level, so I did what I consider I do best.
I opened my mouth and took his entire cock into my mouth, he seemed to know what he wanted and enjoyed it, his hand immediately placed on the back of my head holding it in place.
He pumped his cock into my mouth a couple times before blurting out "I'm cumming cock slut" and blowing his load down my throat. As soon as the last wave of cum had exited the tip of his cock and entered my mouth he was pulling his shaft from my mouth, placing it back in his shorts before turning to walk away, the zip breaking the silence.
While I had got what I had wanted, a cock in my mouth and a throatful of cum, I was disappointed.
It was beginning to get late, disappointed and far from satisfied it was reluctantly time to go. I had given my visitor a couple of minutes to walk away and have discreetness. I heard a rustle in the trees from the opposite direction of the entrance.
I glanced over to where the sound was coming from and walking through the bush was a walker, the usual Australian bushwalking 'get up' of the wide brim hat, boots, snake bite protectors, shorts and the stick to help keep your balance.
