I hadn’t been on there long. I’d only met a couple of guys, so I was still pretty new to cock and, apart from a few experiments at college, a very late starter.
One evening, horny as fuck with the wife in bed and nobody nearby who might be up for a bit of outdoor or car mutual oral, I decided to broaden my horizons and searched one of the free sites.
I spotted a local guy whose profile picture was a dick pic. Looking through his other photos, I realised it was M, a lovely openly gay guy that both me and the wife had known for over 30 years. He’d worked at the local off-licence near my parents, and we’d always chatted when we saw him. We’d lost touch after the shop closed, apart from the occasional chance meeting.
I messaged him: “Nice cock, M. I always wondered what it was like when we used to chat in the shop.”
He wasn’t using his real name and asked who I was. I didn’t have any photos, so I couldn’t exactly expect him to recognise me. The supposedly free site then wanted me to pay to keep messaging, so I made another account, gave him my username and came back here.
Five minutes later, he messaged me.
We chatted for a few weeks, with me teasing him and dropping hints about who I was. He never guessed, which I could understand — he’d probably chatted to hundreds of seemingly straight men whose wives came into the shop.
Then one day he said he was free and local, sitting in his car. I told him that if he fancied a quick mutual oral encounter and wanted to pick me up, I could make an excuse to get out.
We arranged to meet outside the local shop. He messaged to say he was there, told me what car he was in, and asked me to finally tell him who I was.
I told him he’d have to wait and see.
As I approached the shop, I spotted his car facing my way. I suddenly realised that when he saw me, he was obviously going to think, “That’s him.”
Sure enough, he wound the window down and said, “Hi Bollo! How are you? Haven’t seen you for ages. How’s Mrs Bollo?”
I said we were fine, asked how he was and what he was doing there.
“Waiting for a mate,” he said.
I told him I lived around the corner.
“Anyway, nice to see you, but I’ve got to go. I’m meeting a mate too.”
I walked away, went around the back of the Transit van parked behind him, then circled back to the passenger side. I opened the door, got in and said:
“So, where are we going to park? I can’t wait to get my mouth round your cock, mate.”
Haha.
Ended up parking around the corner in a secluded spot and sucking cock. He swallowed my load because he had borrowed his friends car and didn't want to get any cum on it.. |
