We set reasonable expectations for our next meeting. Only if it was comfortable for both of us, would we partake in sexual activities. I knew that if anything happened it would occur outdoors. Thankfully the weather had improved and the evening temperatures had risen.
“How do we start this?” Guy asked, his voice wavering after the third beer had done its work.
“I’m assuming you have a place for us to play?”
“Yes, I have found a place that is discrete.”
“Let’s go there.”
Minutes later, Guy had driven us to location that was not far from the train station but off the beaten path of random passers-by. The evening was dark but the tension was high. Neither of us knew how to initiate the first move.
We sat in silence for a few minutes. Guy’s breathing was audible and shallow. I grabbed his left hand and placed it on my growing bulge.
“Squeeze it for me,” I asked him.
Guy readily consented and his nervousness melted away but he looked scared as he stared rigidly out of the windshield, not blinking for the longest time.
“You’re so hard,” He croaked eventually, seemingly enjoying feeling another man’s hard cock.
“Been thinking about you doing this for a while now.”
“Am I doing it right?”
“Yes,” I confirmed to his delight and relief, “Do whatever feels natural to you.”
“Can I get your cock out?”
“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”
Guy fumbled with my belt and jeans but managed to free my aching pole.
“Fuck, it’s big!” He gasped.
“Not really,” I smiled, “It’s your first. Yours will seem big to me as well.”
“I’m so fucking hard,” Guy gasped as his fingers daintily wrapped themselves around my pulsating member.
“Then get it out!”
Guy released his grip and, in his eagerness, struggled to shimmy his jeans down to his knees. He freed his spasming dick, and I was disappointed by the out-of-control pubic growth. Guy evidently was oblivious to the concept of personal grooming. That was not a huge drawback because, if this encounter went well, I would help Guy present better in the future.
“You’ve got a nice cock!”
We both wrapped our hands around each other’s shafts and gently stroked them. Pre-cum was liberally leaking and Guy’s breath quickened. It seemed to me that as gentle as I was, he was close to orgasming.
“You want to suck my cock?” I asked, not only for my own selfish satisfaction, but to distract Guy from coming too soon.
“Don’t think I can fit that in my mouth,” Guy shuddered, “But I want to try.”
“As you should.”
Guy leaned over, somewhat awkwardly, and attempted to wrap his lips around my pulsating cock. While enthusiastic, his inexperience was evident, but soon he warmed to the task and I threw my head back as his tongue danced over my pee hole.
“Oh, yeah!” I sighed, placing my hand on his head and encouraged him to take more meat down his throat.
For a beginner, Guy was pretty effectively turning me on, using his lips and tongue to great benefit. He was very submissive but responded to orders without question. I suggested me move to the back seat where there was more room. As we climbed in, I saw Guy’s quivering cock leaking uncontrollable, I reached out and scooped up some pre-cum to find it strangely tasteless.
“Lean back,” I whispered, “I’m going to suck your dick.”
Guy looked terrified for a second then realised his long-held fantasy was about to come true. His thick pubic hair tickled my nose, lips and chin but I had no trouble taking his length in my drooling mouth.
“Fuck!” Guy hissed as his body spasmed in surprisingly erotic pleasure, “Man, I never knew it’d feel this Good.”
I mumbled an acknowledgement of sorts but continued to throat his cock, coating it and his rapidly tightening ball sack with copious amounts of saliva.
“You’re liking that, I can tell,” I chuckled while wanking his wet shaft.
Guy was too engrossed in the pleasure to respond as his head was back and eyes tightly closed. I went back to work, stroking and sucking and coughing up throat lube. Suddenly his body tensed and without warning, his balls erupted quickly filling my mouth with hot, thick ropes of semen.
Caught unawares, I spluttered, struggling to swallow Guy’s monster load. Pulling my head back, Guy’s spasming pole ejected a last load on my face, as he whinnied and whined in new sensations of pleasure. When he calmed down, I sank my mouth back on his deflating cock and cleaned him up. His load was thick and creamy but had no taste at all.
“How was that?” I asked knowing the likely response.
“Fucking amazing!” Guy replied utterly spent, “I didn’t imagine a blowjob to be so good.”
“Different from your woman’s?”
“Completely.”
“Now it’s my turn.”
“With pleasure,” Guy smiled and sunk down in my lap.
He licked and sucked on my cock and balls but his action was not getting me off and I really needed to come. I ordered him out of the car and on his knees.
“Open your mouth and stick your tongue out,” I panted as I worked my slick shaft, “Look up at me.”
Guy’s face was a picture of child-like wonder and fear as he was about to receive his first facial. My orgasm was rapidly approaching and I told Guy to let my orgasm finish before swallowing my seed.
“Open wide,” I muttered before unleashing my pent-balls into Guy’s waiting maw, “Fuck yeah!”
My cock jerked violently as my balls rapidly emptied. I tried to keep my voice down but the pleasure was explosive. I heard Guy gargle appreciatively as I filled his mouth with bolts of jism.
When I opened my eyes, I saw that Guy had retracted his tongue but that an impressive pool of semen had been dutifully collected.
“Swallow it,” I ordered, “And clean me up.”
Guy did both and I slumped against the car, drained from the exertion. All told, we enjoyed the evening and I saw a lot of potential in Guy as a casual fuckbuddy.
We settled into a three times per week routine. I would take the train to Penrith; Guy and I would enjoy some beers before driving us to a discrete location in an industrial area where the erotic fun took place.
Thankfully, Guy had learned the art of personal grooming which allowed us the privilege of engaging in mutual oral sex. On the back seat of his car, we would 69 each other with, him on top as he was slightly shorter. Guy always came first, filling my mouth with thick, yet oddly tasteless, semen which was readily swallowed. I taught Guy how to bring me off by tickling my anus with a finger. After orgasming, Guy begged for a golden but never wanted to reciprocate.
Over time, we progressed to anal sex. I took Guy on the bonnet of his car, jerking his cock to a climax as I filled his butt hole with warm cream. He did me a few times, but I derived no pleasure from the act, and it seemed Guy did not enjoy himself, preferring to be the bottom.
As time went by, Guy got more into anal sex especially after I bought him a butt plug for Xmas. He wore it for every subsequent meeting which helped him manage the initial penetrative pain. With the application of the right lubrication, Guy was able to take my cock much easier and I was able to gape his O-ring for our mutual pleasure.
Following one particularly intense session in high summer, we leaned against the bonnet of his car recovering. River of sweat poured from my head, stinging my eyes. Guy, whose anus oozed my seed, wiped his face and chest of yellow fluid. He asked me if there was any fantasy that had gone unfulfilled.