Accepting It
And in any case, if he'd have had a grievance with me, wouldn't he have just said something like, "Leave him alone or I'll smash your face in," or words to that effect.
It didn't make sense that he was setting me up.
Melissa waved her hand in front of my eyes. "Anyone in there? I said, I think I've got your decaf."
"Oh right. Sorry. I guess I'm falling asleep..."
"I'm such good company, huh?" She flashed me another glare.
We swapped coffees and she kept on talking about whatever she'd been talking about.
I kept thinking about Paul, the barman.
If he wasn't intent on beating me up, his motives seemed pretty obvious. He'd been interested that I'd been trying to score with the younger guy and wanted a bit of action himself.
That seemed far more plausible.
Surgery finished at six o'clock tomorrow. Ottley Road wasn't a million miles out of my way. I didn't know the nature reserve but I was pretty sure I could find it.
A visit wouldn't do any harm, in any case.
Fucking a guy like him, a guy who I knew could beat the shit out of me as soon as look at me, would be kind of interesting. Something I quite enjoyed doing.
Guys like him like it rough, in my experience. Like to take it fast and hard. Push their arses onto you like dogs in heat. Become maudlin or angry as soon they've cum and then fuck off before you've had time to zip yourself up.
I thought I'd pay him a visit; take the opportunity to get to grips with nature.
*****
When I pulled into the car-park it was five to seven and already getting dark.
I wasn't alone; far from it. The place must have eight or nine parked cars in it, most of which were occupied by solitary men who stared over at me as I reversed my car into a space.
I thought, "This place is kind of interesting..."
As I turned off my engine, Paul got out of one of the cars and walked over to mine.
I opened my door and nodded at him.
He zipped his fleece up. It was growing quite chilly. "Fancy taking a walk?"
I smiled. "Why not?"
Then, as I got out my car and locked the door, he asked, "You got johnnies and lube and stuff?"
I was slightly surprised; I'd expected that we'd go through with the pretence of us being nature lovers intent on an evening ramble until we got into the wood.
I zipped up my own jacket. "Yeah."
He started walking away. "Come on, then. I know a good place. If it gets any colder, we'll freeze our nuts off..."
I followed him.
The way he was behaving, making no bones about the fact our meeting up was a purely sexual arrangement, kind of turned me on. His attitude seemed to be that gratification was all that mattered; there was no point in dressing it up with pleasantries and small-talk.
No-frills buggery; that's what it felt like.
I was already developing a hard-on.
There was a narrow gravel path through the woodland, intermittently lit by white sodium lamps. I followed him along it, over a small wooden bridge and through the thick of the trees.
The possibility that I might be walking into a trap raised itself again. The lure of having sex with this guy easily outweighed any such misgivings, though. His frank and brusque manner made him extremely attractive to me right then. The thought of his stubbled face slavering over my cock and then having him bending so I could fuck that hard-looking arse of his was just too appealing to decline on the basis of an unlikely suspicion.
I caught up with him and asked, "Are there always so many guys here?"
He nodded. "They're mainly old or weird, though. Or camp as fuck."
We continued walking and the lights grew less frequent. It was almost fully dark now and the moon shone icily through the skeletal trees in front of us.
He said, "Nearly there."
Now I asked him, "Are you married?"
He turned to throw me a suspicious look as we continued walked. "Why d'you ask?"
"I'm just interested. I got married last year."
He seemed satisfied that it was just idle curiosity on my part and shook his head. "I'm seeing a girl pretty seriously, but I'm not looking to marry her. Not my kind of thing..."
"So why d'you like doing this kind of thing?"
Again he was suspicious. Clearly he wasn't used to having the guys he met up with for sex ask so many questions. He shrugged. "Dunno. Why do you?"
I smiled. "Comes of being a boarding school lad, I guess. I kind of got a taste for it back then..."
He said, quite vehemently, "Yeah well in my case it comes of doing some time in remand. I suppose I got a taste for it too..."
I thought I better drop the conversation.
We reached a small bench and had to duck through what felt like holly bushes to get into a small clearing behind it. The place was dimly lit by one of the sodium lamps from the path and by the moon through the trees.
He said, "This place is pretty safe. Sometimes guys come to watch, but we're too deep in the wood for the cops to bother us..."
I was surprised; I hadn't considered that we might end up being arrested. "Do the police come out here?"
He nodded and started unbuckling his belt. "Just to the car-park and the paths around it. A couple of times a year... just to be seen to be upholding moral standards or whatever..."
He yanked his trousers down and then his shorts. His cock flopped out. It was large but limp.
He said, "You wanna suck me, mate? Then I'll do you..."
He wasn't the kind of guy to mess around.
I nodded and unbuckled my own belt. Unzipped myself and followed his lead by pulling my trousers and briefs down to the tops of my thighs.
My cock raised itself upwards, almost fully hard. It was about eight inches long and the tip looked pink and moist in the dim light.
He looked at it and said, "Nice and big."
I got on my knees, hearing twigs snap beneath them and feeling the damp from the leaves soaking through the material of my trousers.
I stroked his cock. It felt thicker than mine even though it wasn't yet hard. I lifted it from his balls with my palm and was impressed by its weight.
I smiled and said, "Yours is somethin' else!"
He chuckled. I think it was the only time he did throughout the whole time we were together. "I was pretty popular in the nick, mate..."
I laughed back. "I bet you were...!"
I withdrew his foreskin from the tip of it. The skin was thick and warm and made a slight clicking sound as it peeled back from his bell-end.
I felt his cock swell slightly in response.
I liked its smell: it was pungent and musky; unmistakably masculine.
I licked the head gently and felt a tear of precum ooze from his slit onto my tongue. He gasped and said, "That's it..."
I began to slowly masturbate him as I took more and more of his cock into my mouth. It began to lengthen and its texture hardened. It was growing into a monster!
I began to suck him more forcefully, getting about six inches of his length into me. My hand went down to his balls and gently played with them through the loose hairy skin of his scrotum as my mouth worked up and down his length.
By now it was standing out from his body at a near right angle, pulling my face upwards with it as it raised itself from his balls. It must have been nine inches in length, but could easily have been longer. In the dim light it was hard to get a clear idea.
He was the kind of guy who produced a lot of precum: my mouth seemed to be full of it. It tasted good, though: salty and slightly bitter, just how I like it.
After this experience, we were best friends and would always tell our parents we were going to the movie. Instead, we went to nude beaches, went to secluded places and gave each other’s blowjobs. He was the best man I’ve ever known...
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