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My first time cruising outdoors
So when I was 18-19 a lot of my early sexual encounters were in public places, mainly with older guys. My first time was in the showers of my local pool and after that I became much more alert to the possibilities of meeting guys in certain places.
At the time I worked in a supermarket part time and in the evenings I'd walk home along the river most nights. The path had the main river on one side and a smaller one on the other with a field alongside. It wasn't particularly well lit so wasn't that busy at night. Also there were two big bridges that went across the main river with most people using the first where the lighting was better while I usually went along to the next as it was quicker for me.
One night I was on the stretch between the bridges when i noticed someone ahead sitting on a bench. As I got closer i could see it was a guy and when I walked past we both had a long look at each other. He was maybe early 40s and looked a big guy, tall and broad in reasonable shape. He gave me very close attention as I went past so I started to feel that thrill of anticipation. After I walked past I kept looking back and he was still staring which increased my excitement particularly when he stood up and started to follow.
I wasn't sure what to do though, my experience had been mostly in locker rooms/showers and public toilets but this was more open and less obvious. After the bridge the path continued down an even darker stretch but there wasn't another bridge for miles so it didn't occur to me to walk that way so I started to cross the bridge. At that point he looked like he might stop but I gave him another long look and he kept going.
Still not sure what to do I slowed my walk so he would be able to catch up if he wanted and he did so as we reached the other side of the bridge. He said hi as he caught up so I responded then something like 'nice night for a walk' so I explained I was going home from work. My heart was thumping by then and it got worse when he said are you looking for more than a walk to which I stammered out a yes.
He then said he hadn't been sure as I crossed the bridge rather than keep walking. That's when I discovered the obvious that the next stretch of path on the other side where no one would need to walk down at night was where most of the action happened.
After I explained I hadn't realised he said no worries there's space here. Now this stretch did have some lighting and some house boats moored but there was a stretch of grass running next to the path with some cover with trees and bushes. Picking the bit that looked to give the best cover he headed off the path and I followed right behind. As soon as we were hidden enough be reached out and pulled me close and began to kiss me. He was a very passionate dominating kisser and soon had my jacket unzipped and his hands reaching for my belt.
Within seconds my belt was undone my jeans unzipped and both jeans and boxers pushed down to the ground. At which point he moved his hands to my arse and squeezed it tight as he pulled me even closer. I could feel his hard cock against me and I responded by pulling down the tracksuit bottoms he was wearing discovering he had no underwear on underneath. Our hard cocks rubbed against each other and if anything the kissing got more intense until he stopped and said get on your knees and suck me.
I moved to do so and felt him push me down. The thrill got even more intense, I'd been with a good number of guys already but never had one so dominant and in control. I am a tall big guy myself but he was even more so and I happily surrendered to him. I had picked up a few tricks already by that point, one older guy in particular who had taken me home from the pool one day gave me a lesson in giving oral so I was able to take this guys cock all the way. It wasn't that long but it was thick enough to not be that easy.
It was worth it though from the sheer pleasure he got from it the vocal 'oh fuck yeah' I heard. Once I'd taken it he held onto my head and I held tight onto his arse as he began to fuck my face. This I found more of a challenge but I so desperately wanted to please him I just about hung on and was rewarded by a big load to swallow. I greedily took every last drop and once he was done he let go and pulled me to my feet for another kiss. After that broke off he said let's finish you then and went to wank me. Now being cut, which is unusual in the UK, I had already discovered not all guys know the best way to handle me but once he realised he grabbed some lube from his jacket and soon skillfully brought me to climax, kissing me while I shot a huge load all over the ground.
After we cleaned up he hugged me again and said thanks I enjoyed that and I agreed. At which point he said his name was Neal and he'd like to do it again sometime and could he fuck me. I eagerly agreed the thought of this guy inside me getting me hard again. So we arranged to meet the following week though this time down the path on the other side where there was more privacy. I went home, still tasting his cum and looking forward to more.
So when I was 18-19 a lot of my early sexual encounters were in public places, mainly with older guys. My first time was in the showers of my local pool and after that I became much more alert to the possibilities of meeting guys in certain places.
At the time I worked in a supermarket part time and in the evenings I'd walk home along the river most nights. The path had the main river on one side and a smaller one on the other with a field alongside. It wasn't particularly well lit so wasn't that busy at night. Also there were two big bridges that went across the main river with most people using the first where the lighting was better while I usually went along to the next as it was quicker for me.
One night I was on the stretch between the bridges when i noticed someone ahead sitting on a bench. As I got closer i could see it was a guy and when I walked past we both had a long look at each other. He was maybe early 40s and looked a big guy, tall and broad in reasonable shape. He gave me very close attention as I went past so I started to feel that thrill of anticipation. After I walked past I kept looking back and he was still staring which increased my excitement particularly when he stood up and started to follow.
I wasn't sure what to do though, my experience had been mostly in locker rooms/showers and public toilets but this was more open and less obvious. After the bridge the path continued down an even darker stretch but there wasn't another bridge for miles so it didn't occur to me to walk that way so I started to cross the bridge. At that point he looked like he might stop but I gave him another long look and he kept going.
Still not sure what to do I slowed my walk so he would be able to catch up if he wanted and he did so as we reached the other side of the bridge. He said hi as he caught up so I responded then something like 'nice night for a walk' so I explained I was going home from work. My heart was thumping by then and it got worse when he said are you looking for more than a walk to which I stammered out a yes.
He then said he hadn't been sure as I crossed the bridge rather than keep walking. That's when I discovered the obvious that the next stretch of path on the other side where no one would need to walk down at night was where most of the action happened.
After I explained I hadn't realised he said no worries there's space here. Now this stretch did have some lighting and some house boats moored but there was a stretch of grass running next to the path with some cover with trees and bushes. Picking the bit that looked to give the best cover he headed off the path and I followed right behind. As soon as we were hidden enough be reached out and pulled me close and began to kiss me. He was a very passionate dominating kisser and soon had my jacket unzipped and his hands reaching for my belt.
Within seconds my belt was undone my jeans unzipped and both jeans and boxers pushed down to the ground. At which point he moved his hands to my arse and squeezed it tight as he pulled me even closer. I could feel his hard cock against me and I responded by pulling down the tracksuit bottoms he was wearing discovering he had no underwear on underneath. Our hard cocks rubbed against each other and if anything the kissing got more intense until he stopped and said get on your knees and suck me.
I moved to do so and felt him push me down. The thrill got even more intense, I'd been with a good number of guys already but never had one so dominant and in control. I am a tall big guy myself but he was even more so and I happily surrendered to him. I had picked up a few tricks already by that point, one older guy in particular who had taken me home from the pool one day gave me a lesson in giving oral so I was able to take this guys cock all the way. It wasn't that long but it was thick enough to not be that easy.
It was worth it though from the sheer pleasure he got from it the vocal 'oh fuck yeah' I heard. Once I'd taken it he held onto my head and I held tight onto his arse as he began to fuck my face. This I found more of a challenge but I so desperately wanted to please him I just about hung on and was rewarded by a big load to swallow. I greedily took every last drop and once he was done he let go and pulled me to my feet for another kiss. After that broke off he said let's finish you then and went to wank me. Now being cut, which is unusual in the UK, I had already discovered not all guys know the best way to handle me but once he realised he grabbed some lube from his jacket and soon skillfully brought me to climax, kissing me while I shot a huge load all over the ground.
After we cleaned up he hugged me again and said thanks I enjoyed that and I agreed. At which point he said his name was Neal and he'd like to do it again sometime and could he fuck me. I eagerly agreed the thought of this guy inside me getting me hard again. So we arranged to meet the following week though this time down the path on the other side where there was more privacy. I went home, still tasting his cum and looking forward to more.