Near where I used to live there was a piece of rough land that had plenty of trees, bushes and pathways. It was a good place to get away from or perhaps to meet other people. I should guess that every sort of sexual activity happened there at some time.

It was a popular place for men to cruise and at almost any time of day or night there would be a few guys looking for a compatible partner. I suspect it's now known as a good dogging spot.

One day I was up there wandering about to see who else might be around and interested/interesting. Before long this guy came along on his mountain bike. He stopped and said "hello". He was wearing a tee-shirt and those nice tight, stretchy, cycling shorts. He stood with one foot resting on a pedal so that his left thigh was level with the ground. As we chatted he needed to rearrange himself to keep comfortable. I soon realised that there was an interesting bulge growing down the left leg of his shorts. Obviously either he wasn't wearing any underwear or it was small enough for his prick to have escaped.

The next time he reorganised himself I realised that the pink tip of his prick was winking at me out of the leg of his shorts. I asked him if he would like me to help with his problem, the way his prick jumped answered for him before he could say a word. I moved closer and put my hand on his prick. It was nicely firm and felt really hor through the thin material of his shorts. I'd only stroked it a few times when it got really hard and was straining to get out. I gently pushed his shorts up and out of the way and was able to get all of his prick and balls exposed.
He was un-cut and I pushed his skin backards and forwards over his tip a few times which got him absolutely rock hard and twitching. He told me to slow down a bit as he was so turned on that he would come quickly if I carried on.

I adore playing with hard pricks and making them shoot, maybe it's some sort of power or control thing but I can't always take a long time over it. Because I knew I was going to make him come quickly I decided to compensate him by sucking him off. I started wanking him fast and kneeled down in front of him and took as much of his prick into my mouth as I could. That did it, a couple of strokes and a few sucks with my lips and he was gasping and fucking my mouth and coming like he'd never stop.

When he had shot everything he had I didn't swallow it although it was a big mouthful. I quickly unzipped myself and whipped out my own hard prick. Spitting his great load of cum into my hand I used it to make my own prick slippy - it only needed a few rubs and I was soon having a great climax shooting all over the place.

I didn't ever meet up with him again but the memory of the event is great to bring to mind.  Like now, it always turns me on, so I'm going to have to stop typing and wank the hard prick that is peeking out from under my desk and needing attention, so here goes...
now, where did I put my box of tissues?