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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Well I haven't met anyone for a long while, couples, or singles guys or girls, so as most on here I like to look and dream lol.
I have met people before, mostly guys and mostly a long long time ago, and I'm talking years here.
Anyway last week, I was chatting to several guys of a sister site, the normal stuff, mostly wank fodder, when you get to look at a few pics, or engage in some steamy chat, about what you might do to each other if you ever met.
Anyway as ever the chat normally ends after while, and mostly after promises that you'll arrange a meet (that never happens).
Before I carry on, I suppose I should detail my experience of man on man sex. Very limited really, nerves playing a big part of finding out that I can't normally get hard, or find I get too excited and "bingo" it all ends prematurely.
Like most people although I can accommodate with planning I avoid it, as I would only invite someone I feel really comfortable with to my home. That's not to say I haven't visited guys at theirs. A few years ago I had some good regular meets, where I indulged in sucking, wanking a few guys to completion. I also like to kiss, and body contact and enjoy having a nice hard cock in my mouth. No anal though and only a couple of times a guy has had my cock in their mouth. Nerves etc, getting in the way as ever 
Friends I meet, when I have met, have been after, picture swap,lots if chat, exchange of phone numbers and always a social or two, to set the scene, and see if we like the look of each other, and there has to be some attraction both physical and personality.
Like many on here I bet, we've all had good and bad meets. No shows, soft cocks lol, and the inevitable BO, and smelly cocks.
The last statement is what really put me off meeting, and a bad experience many years ago, which effectively put and end to my bi meets.
Without dwelling too much an awkward meeting where extraditing myself out of the situation was very very embarrassing for all.
Anyway, this put me off, big time.
So years later and I mean years like five or more, I suddenly had a meeting, and the detail was as bizarre as ever.
So last week, the normal computer activity picture browsing, chatting and then the disappearing chat friend as well. Anyway I'm chatting with a few, including this local guy, 29 years old. We exchange cock pics, he has no face pic as he's very nervous about meeting.
Anyway he suggests a meet, like that day, eeek, but something makes me really interested. His cock pic was nice, nothing weird looking and Mr average, five and a half inches.
So we agree almost to meet, he suggests meeting in a lay-by and then driving to this wooded area down this secluded track. Mmm me thinks, is this a good idea? Anyway we arrange to meet at 1.30pm that day. This guy then obviously then has a sensible moment, (I had thought about would they find my body?), but he then suggested that we meet at a local Garden centre car park, (also shared by a Travel Lodge) much more sensible and safer.
Anyway, we've told each other about which car/ van we're going to be in, he has a van, which he says we can meet in. So I suppose, the alarm bells are still going, as Tim Vine would say "alarm bells alarm bells".
So I drive to this car park, and yes he's there. I get out of my car, walk to his van, and he gets out, we both say hi, and then goes on to say, he thought the car park would be quite.
He suggests we get in to the back of his van, he's parked it against a hedge, so the side door is hidden from prying eyes. He opens the door, I get in, he follows and bang, he slides the door shut. I hadn't really noticed much in the van other than it was empty, expect for a piece of furniture, a dresser of some sort.
We're in the van, and its pitch black. There is a metal bulk head cutting the cab off, from the van it's self, and there are no windows. He apologies for the lack of light, and then tells me the interior light is broken. Right, I think, I have no idea how to get out of the van, but strangely didn't seem too concerned. He had a small camping light, which he switched on, putting it on the piece of furniture.
Now we can sort of see. Without further conversation, he undoes his trousers pulls them around his ankles with his pants, and starts to play with his now growing cock, no nerves for him then. My cock has disappeared and was hiding away, as ever
Well without any hesitation I took over wanking him, before kneeling down and taking him in my mouth. He hadn't lied about his size, five and a half inches or so of rock hard cock. What I had failed to ask, or even cross my mind was the girth. Well it really stretched my mouth, and although my mouth was very dry, I continued to suck and lick and wank his cock.
He tried to get my cock out, and although it was now semi hard, I explained that maybe, I should concentrate on him. In between my wanking and sucking him, he would also give his cock a quick tug. I mainly though was on my knees, taking all his cock in my mouth. I lick the bell end with my tongue, concentrating, on his pee hole with the tip of my tongue, before taking his whole cock deep in my mouth up to the back of my throat. He was moaning, slowly getting louder, and was gently thrusting his hips pushing his cock in my mouth. We seem to get in a rhythm, and his moans and thrusting's get slightly faster, "I'm going to cum" "getting close" "ergh getting close".
My tongue is rubbing the underside of his cock as we move together, my one
hand on his thigh, the other cupping and squeezing his balls. My jaw is aching now, the sides of my mouth are beginning to hurt. My lips are on the end of his bell end as he starts to cum, I instantly take it all in to the back of my throat, just in time to feel his hot spunk, hit the back of my throat, he taste's wonderfully salty but sweet at the same time.
I suck hard now to squeeze the last of his cum into my mouth for me to swallow. I slowly take his cock out of my mouth, he is still hard as I gently lick and suck his bell end, flicking my tongue, over his pee hole. I apologise as I remember how much that can hurt, if you've just cum. I tell him how much I loved sucking his cock, how he tasted, and how much, the bad memory of my last meet was gone.
I stand up, he pulls his pants and trousers up. He goes to the door, just check if the coast is clear, and we get out of the van.
We say our good byes, and off we drive. The taste and manly smell of his cock in and around my mouth. I savour this I drive home.
So talk about throwing caution to the wind.....
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