From the moment he woke that morning Jeff had sex on the mind, and one particular kind of sex at that. His big hard dick rose up out of his loins and tented the sheet.
'You can put that thing away.' his wife Helen told him. 'It's time to get up.'
'I didn't want any off you anyway.' he snapped.
'Good, because you're not getting any.' she shot back.
Jeff and Helen hadn't had sex for over three weeks and he was getting as horny as hell. But it wasn't the thought of sex with Helen that had given him such a massive boner that morning. It had been over six months since he had last let a guy play with and suck on his cock, and the memories of that last time were playing round and round in his brain. He needed another dose of hot man sex, he knew that for sure.
As it was Saturday and he didn't have to go in to work Jeff decided to do something about the hunger that was driving him crazy. About noon he packed his golf bag in the car and told Helen he was off the golf course. She made a fuss, as he expected but he drove off anyway. Instead of heading off to the golf course he drove in the direction of the river. He had seen a message on a toilet wall once that gave the impression that this was the place where men like him, married men with the occasional need of cock, could meet.
Jeff was nervous and apprehensive as he drove off the road and down a dirt track towards the river. There were several smaller tracks leading off this one and he investigated each of them, but there seemed to be nothing going on. And then at last he saw a car parked up by some bushes. It was empty but ahead was a thick clump of trees that might be concealing the occupant or occupants. Perhaps it was a straight couple having a fuck, and although he doubted they would take too kindly to him spying on them, it would be good for a wank.
With his heart pounding in his chest Jeff crept closer to the trees. It was difficult to see anything from the edge so he slipped in amongst them and then he saw some movement. He froze. And then he realized that what he was seeing was exactly what he wanted so desperately to see. It was a hand slowly stroking a very hard cock. Jeff looked the occupant over; the blonde haired man was totally naked and stood about six foot tall. He had a good solid build, smooth chest, and kind looking face. Jeff licked his lips, his mouth felt as dry as the desert. He had to give a signal of intent he knew, so he cupped his hand around his own package. The stranger smiled and beckoned him to come closer.
As soon as Jeff got up closer the stranger unzipped him and hauled out his by now stiff cock. He went down on to his knees and gently licked Jeff's cock head. Jeff sighed and undid his fly button and lowered his slacks. Oh the feel of the fresh air on his ass, the stranger's hands on his thighs and warm mouth moving up and down his shaft was out of this world. The blonde head bobbed up and down, greedily devouring his eight inch wanger. The stranger's hands alternated stroking Jeff's thigh's and ass with tugging on his balls and prodding into his butt crack.
