I stood in the secluded forest clearing. I looked down at the beautiful man who was on his knees in front of me. He was a few years younger than me. His blue overalls were freshly washed but had some old oil stains on the sleeves. I wondered if he was a mechanic. He was certainly very skilled with his hands. He had shown that he was very good with his mouth.
His lips met the tip of my cock as he stroked my shaft. He reached up and undid my hiking pants. They fell to my ankles. I kicked them away so I was naked from the waist down. His hand rubbed the lower edge of my stomach as his mouth slowly worked along the length of my hardon. I put both my hands on the side of his head. I felt my cock touch the back of his throat. I felt his warm saliva swirling around my dick as his cheeks moved to the rhythm of his gentle sucking. His tongue caressed the underside of my cock. He fondled my balls. I could feel my load building. My cock was ready to explode.
He was quietly groaning. Both his hands were now firmly grasping my butt cheeks as he increased the pace of his head movements. He greedily swallowed every inch of my cock. I held his head as I felt one of his fingers rubbing my ass. I was so close.
I heard a slight noise, like a twig breaking. A guy was standing on the path watching with his hands buried deep in his track suit pants. I was so close to release that I just didn't care. All that mattered was my hardness and the eager mouth that surrounded it.
The guy on his knees really went to town on me when he spotted the other guy. His mouth felt perfect. I was really getting into it. I encouraged him by whispering that he was a great cock sucker. I begged him to make it last. He released my meat for a moment. He told me that the last guy had been just another cock but this was something special.
