Nine out of ten times when I log on to this cruising website (the same one I found Sammy on) I appear as offline but I decided to go online today. I came back a couple of hours later and saw this guy's message.
We have hooked up before. The last time was...I can't remember if it's been more than five months but it was in the winter. Let's call him Martin (I don't know what his actual name is or I've forgotten). He is about my age or a few years older; same height as me but chunkier - this came from experience, not the inaccurate details on his profile. The facial hair makes him look a bit latino. He is average looking with an average cock but is a nice guy. He seems to like me a lot and whenever he sees me online he'd ask when we are hooking up again. This is part of the reason I choose to appear offline.
I agreed to meet because I felt bad about having ignored him for so long, and I am useless at rejecting people outright. It was past 11pm. We agreed to meet in a dark quiet area. On the way, driving with my pants and joggers halfway down, I tugged and stroked but it wouldn't get fully hard. Shit, am I going to have to apologise and go home? I pulled up in a quiet residential lane with nice houses on one side and a park surrounded by trees on the other. He was waiting, in jeans and zipped up hoodie with the hood up, by the gate to the car park which was closed by now. We moved past the gate to the small playground behind the car park as it was more shielded from the street lights.
As soon as we started playing with each other's cock, I got stiff which was a relief. I guess I just needed someone else's hand on it. And some mutual sucking followed. I turned him around and started teasing his ass with my stick. His hands reached back to feel my peach and pressed my crotch against his rear.
There was a wooden platform with a slope on one side - no idea what kind of game or exercise it was built for. But the platform was the perfect height. I told him to bend over on it and gave his hole a little licking. He moaned quietly when I came back up to grind on his crack. I put the rubber on and lubed up the tunnel with one finger, two fingers, three fingers. Easy. I wish mine was that flexible. Cock in, I started to get going with a rhythm and he was loving it from the sound he was making. He reached behind me with his left hand and played with my hole which was tight as a knot. I was pumping harder when he asked if I was ready to cum. To my surprise, I wasn't.
I told him to flip over and pulled his jeans down further to give me better access. His feet were up in the air and I wasted no time to go inside. He was moaning a bit more and a bit louder than whispering volume. He pulled his hoodie and t-shirt up like he was getting ready to shoot. No he wasn't "toned" as described on his profile but I kinda knew that already. I kept thrusting and I felt his muscles tightening around my shaft a few times but the squeeze was not sustained. He whispered that he was going to cum and was now moaning in normal talking volume with every deep thrust. He came. I wasn't even close.
I pulled out and peeled off. We adjusted our clothes and he pointed out where the bin was. Did that just happen? Did he think that I came? I think he gave me a hug I'm not too sure. When I was making my way back (he was about ten feet behind) I walked past a motorbike by the gate. There was a helmet next to the bike and I could feel that the bike was still hot. Is this his bike? I sat in my car around the corner for a minute, waiting to see. And the motorbike buzzed past.
Just as I thought I was done with this guy, he suddenly seemed more interesting. I bought my first bike a week ago. And I've just fucked another biker.