My birthday was coming up, and my wife asked me what I wanted. I told her what she wanted to hear, and decided to keep what I really wanted to myself. After all, I'm more than a little confident she wouldn't understand.
When I'd left the toilet and Jackson had followed me, I'd almost let him veer off before I gave in, turned to him, and gave him an awkward smile. I'm not one to fess up very often, but this felt like one of those times in which I should. For some reason I had felt a little connection with Jackson, like a kindred spirit perhaps, so I went with my gut feeling and told him the truth.
"I was a bit scared and deleted your number, but later regretted it. I'm sorry," I'd said simply.
He'd done this little thing where he stroked his chin for a while and his eyes squeezed almost closed, before fixing me with a cheesy grin and saying, "Sounds to me like you need to make it up to me!"
Of course I laughed, "Sure! I'll happily suck your cock."
He watched me with a secret bursting in his eyes. "I was thinking more like, fucking that hot, tight arse of yours actually."
Naturally, I laughed. I knew he was serious, and we joked a little. But then he realised.
"Wait...so, I'd be your first?" he laughed.
By this point, we'd walked half the park, which is quite large.
"I'm not sure it's my thing," which was a big lie. I'd been watching a few videos that led to fucking, and I wondered what it was like to do both, but the size of Jackson's dick scared me.
"I have an idea...no pressure, but how about, you come to my place when my wife's away for the weekend in a couple of weeks. We can have a few drinks, relax a bit, and give it a shot?" he asked, hanging onto my response.
I did like the idea of trying it, and told him I'd consider it. He gave me his number again, and then demanded I give him mine. When he promised he wouldn't send me suggestive texts in the middle of the night and that he'd act discretely, I agreed. Before I'd even ventured far from him, he'd sent me a text to confirm he had the right number.
As we rounded a bend, to a bit that overlooks a lake, we were surrounded by thick bush. He paused, and I assumed he was going in his own direction.
But he didn't.
He walked into the bush, which had a worn path. I stood on the main path and gaped, not quite sure if he was going to pee or what.
But Jackson turned and watched me, as though waiting. When I took one step in his direction, he disappeared into the bushes. I quickly checked around me, and nobody was around, so I quickly ducked to the bush and followed him.
There was a spacious area that was well hidden from the path. It was like a little room covered in leaves. I looked around, absolutely shocked that such a hidden spot was possible.
It did not surprise me that Jackson knew about it.
As I entered, he stood with a big grin, and his dick hanging out through his zipper.
I began to smile, but he stepped forward, and with big arms, enveloped me into a hug, while lifting my face up to his. He kissed me and I felt my dick go rocket hard.
We had both just jizzed in the toilet, both emptied our balls into Vivek, yet someone was horny again, and I wasn't surprised.
The cheeky grin had not disappeared, and so Jackson dropped to his knees and sucked my dick.
I looked around, but already knew we weren't being observed and wouldn't be. Anyone coming would make noise and we'd have time to separate.
But I needn't worry, because Jackson sucked well and he did it with a slow, wanking hand.
I realised that it got me off really quick.
My dick wasn't even in his mouth for a minute before I could feel the urge to nut.
And so I did, and Jackson let it spurt into his mouth and even as I gave him all of it, he swallowed it and gagged on it.
When he came away, he smiled, and I could see he'd swallowed it all.
He'd jizzed all over my joggers too.
We quickly left the bush, and finally, he turned around and grinned, while holding up the phone, before walking off.
He had my number now.
We had some dinner and drinks with close friends for my birthday, but Vivek had developed a stomach bug and sent his apologies. His wife came without him, apologising profusely and relaying his regards, which was odd, because he normally just called or messaged me himself. I told her I understood, and deep down, I did, but I was still upset about it.
I'd figured that if I could get past it, perhaps he could too. At some point, I might need to corner him by himself and have a conversation to clear the air. Though that was easier said than done.
Regardless, it was a great night, we all drank too much, made more memories, and toasted to many more celebrations together.
That weekend was a long weekend, and the Sunday night my wife went to a women's overnight retreat with two of her girlfriends for the night for a luxurious massage and champagne evening, followed by yoga and meditation.
The timing was not accidental, given I'd suggested it, found the alleged discount voucher, and bought it for her, then suggested her friends go with her.
Alone on a Sunday, with no wife until Monday, and free to do as I pleased, I chose to accept Jackson's invitation.
A bottle of good Whiskey in hand, I drove over to Jackson's address, which wasn't that far away from mine, and parked in his driveway.
His house was impressively large and suited the neighbourhood well, with two and a half stories, a double-garage and white picket fence.
I thought the guy was taking too much risk however, but kept that musing to myself.
