Driving with a woody

Some days you know you just gotta toss one off - and when you get that feeling its better you do it rather than let it remain crouched in your scrotum.
Today was one of those days when I got the urge real bad.
Workmen had just gone, two young guys in coveralls looking attractive - but not available and the house smelling of epoxy resin.
So took of for a drive down some country roads, admired the coming autumn and then it came on me. So there I was driving with one hand fiddling with my zipper and lobbing out my cock and driving and wanking slowly and feeling fucking good and liberated. Once the pre cum started my slippery shaft became more receptive to lighter touches plus I needed to taste my seed.
Driving down a road I didnt know I came upon a pub and realised it had a big outside toilet. Anyway lots of cars so I decided to pay a visit, might piss, who knows.
So with a semi lob on I strolled in, deserted. Looked in all the cubicles, found one with dirty writings and pictures and decided this would be ideal, shut the door, checked for glory holes but only found spy holes so removed my jeans, sat down, laid back and proceeded to work my cock with double handed strokes slowly. I could feel myself coming to a climax but edging as well and for some reason groaning along with my groin sensations when there was a knock of the door. "you ok" "you ok". Fine I replied. "sounds like fun" and a I stifled a laugh, "need a hand?"
Well curiosity got the better of me so with jeans round my ankles and an boner I opened the door to find a local farm boy country boy ruddy and late twenties in gum boots, bare knees and shorts and a fleecy admiring my cock, and even better getting his own erection. He didn't hesitate, came in, grabbed me and turned me round, whipped down his shorts and with a spit filled hand wiped my ass and found a way in and very quickly erupted. He chuckled, pulled and slipped out, turned me and tossed me off. "Thanks mate, great five minutes and now I really gotta piss".
As I said at the start some days you know you just gotta have a wank, I had it done for me!
And I marked the location on the sat nav just in case

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I returned on a winter day. Bar full of guys enjoying a drink and a sarnie.#I spied my farm boy sitting in a corner all wrapped up against the weather, rubber boots and jeans.
He caught my eye and smiled, I smiled back.
I had a drink with one eye watching till he made his way out the back - I followed.
No one at the stalls but one cubicle door closed. I coughed, the door opened a bit and he beckoned me in.
Fucked if wasn't ready with a boner, jeans resting on top of his boots, nice plump ass all warm when I put my hands on in and pulled him in as he quickly undid my jeans and slipped them down before pinging my jock butt straps and feeling my hard bulge in the pouch.
He turned me round, fingered my hole - I handed him some lube I had brought in anticipation which he put on his cock and worked some up in side me. With his hands gripping my hard throbbing cock he pushed his meaty cock slowly inside me till I flet his bush squashing against my buttocks, my eyes almost popping at the size and depth of his thrust.
He unleashed my cock from its pouch, slowly working its length with soft strokes, enjoying the leaking pre cum while all the time he slowly fucked me, not in a hurry this time, slow easy full depth strokes resting fully inserted so I could feel his size then pulling back till his cock head was just behind my sphincter and then sliding back deep. I knew I was about to cum, I guessed he was, I could feel his cock thicken and then he groaned and I could only imagine my bowels filling with his spunk, warm and milky, I could feel his pulses though my body as he filled me up and yet still the rode me, now on a silky ride of well lubricated cock as I let go and filled his hands with my juice, running between his fingers and spattering my legs.
He pulled out his cock, beautiful and now going soft, a meat roll of pleasure. He kissed me on the lips, tongue down my throat, cleaned up and slipped away to the bar leaving me to ease my aching ass back into my jeans.
I went back to the bar, finished my drink, looked over at him and smiled and left.
Note stuck in the windscreen. "here lunchtimes and evenings if you'd like some more"
I would, cant wait to visit again..
 

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