There are half a dozen laneways jutting off the main highway towards the river all leading to an assortment of overgrown and unkempt parking areas. The once popular picnic grounds have been forgotten by most of the community but any secluded sections on the outskirts of any city hidden from the public are magnets to men and boys who seek covert cock action. The shocks on my van were tested as I dipped and rocked over the rutted dirt road winding to the parking lot which paralleled the river for approximately a quarter of an acre. It was the middle of a week day afternoon and I was surprised to see four vehicles already parked; each one with a single male driver. To the left was the side by side men's washrooms and to the far right the dilapidated women's facilities neither used for the purpose to which they were originally built. The men's outhouse had warped cracks between the faded wooden boards, a single wooden slat door and of course the inevitable one seat circular hole. Both the men and women's outhouses had the inevitable glory holes I am sure were regularly utilized. Although I do love glory holes and think it is so sensual and erotic to stick my cock through or accept a stranger's cock, I was not tempted in the least to enter this one. After years of neglect, the washrooms were dirty, the smell was acrid to the nostrils and mosquitoes hovered relentlessly determined to bite a bare ass. Streaks of white, dried ejaculation lined the glory holes relegating the washrooms to a sickening turn off rather than a turn on.

I parked near the river under a large maple tree in order to take advantage of the shade and more so to be away from the other cars. I knew I was being looked over by the other drivers, scrutinized to see if I was a game player or a legitimate straight guy taking a lunch break. I had to smile to myself, it is my true belief there is not a man alive who would turn down a blow job from a man or woman if they thought no one would find out. And further to my logic, just like me, any sane man would be attracted to return to the very spot he had received said blow job, which explains why I drove to this particular spot. Yes, I was looking to get sucked off and if the circumstances were right, maybe even take a hard cock into my mouth.

I popped the top off my take out coffee and took a long swig. One of the men had vacated his car and walked slowly along the river bank stopping from time to time to evaluate the other men, me included. I am not a really good looking man but I do have a beautiful, thick, uncut cock and the thought crossed my mind if the guy could see my cock it would be no contest, he would be at my car door in an instant but hey, exhibitionism is not my style. Since I made no move to entice or invite the wanderer, he slowly ventured back to his car.

I had put my seat back and was actually fondling my cock when a small red foreign car parked a few yards away from me. The top was down and I could see a white haired man dressed in a suit and tie. He was very distinguished looking, clean shaven and tanned. He looked my way and smiled, I smiled back. I watched him as he slipped out of his suit jacket and removed the blue tie from around his collar. As I said, I was fondling my cock which filled out immediately into a hard, ready to be enjoyed, sexual weapon and I knew I was looking at the triggerman.

"What's up?" he shouted only loud enough for me to hear. How I hate that phrase, surely gay and bi men can find a better opening line. "I am," I answered in the usual trite reply. So corny but what the hell!

"Care to take a stroll in to the bush?" he continued.

"I would like that," I replied putting my cock back into my pants and zipping up properly. He stored his jacket and tie in the trunk of his car and I locked mine then we walked toward the path that snaked through the bush.

He was tall, about six foot, tall to me because I am five eight. His bushy gray hair accentuated his good looks and I was impressed, well, excited with anticipation really. We chatted using the same old conversations such as "do you come here very often, are you married, and what is your name?" He said his name was John and I offered my moniker as Craig, both of us lying and both using an alias but who cared, we would have sex together and probably never see one another again, it is natural behavior for two men who are strictly seeking cock and satisfaction.

The path swerved to the right but there was a dense clump of fur trees to the left and we agreed it would be a good place to get acquainted. We settled into a 4 x 4 clearing away from prying eyes no doubt enjoyed by others before us which was evident by the couple of used Kleenexes littering the ground. We stood facing each other and he took my face in his hands and lowered his lips onto mine. It was a tender, gentle kiss that sent shivers through me and surged my cock into a hard mass of readiness. He released my face from his hands but continued to kiss me reaching down and cupping my crotch in his hand. I instinctively followed his lead and took his covered cock and balls into my hand. We were both hard. He fumbled with my belt buckle but I saved him the trouble and unlatched my belt, upper clasp and unzipped my pants. He slipped his fingers inside my jockey underwear and with one downward motion bared my lower body from my waist to my ankles. Somehow I deftly loosed his pants and dropped them to his ankles. We stood facing each other, still locked in a kiss and groping and exploring every inch of each other's sexual equipment. I reached around and with my left hand caressed his cock and balls while my other hand outlined the contours of his round, solid ass cheeks. His cock was big, at least seven inches, uncut with a flexible foreskin, low hanging balls and lots of pubic hair, very manly, very inviting. I am not too shabby either, just shy of seven inches, also uncut and very thick with a mushroom knob. He whispered into my ear his approval of what he had discovered.

He squatted down and looked at my cock straight on, licking my knob like an ice cream cone and then took me deep and wet into his mouth. Oh yes, this is why I drove all the way out here. He sucked teasing my cock with his velvet tongue all the while vigorously trying to insert his finger up and into my asshole. I loved it. I ran my fingers through his white hair and gyrated simulating fucking his romantic mouth. I was getting close to coming and let him know, the cue for him to stand and me take the squatted position with an eager open mouth. I played with his balls and held his cock as I steered it into my mouth. I reached around and held his two ass cheeks in my hands and he literally fucked my face. He pushed and pulled to the point of me almost choking on his long cock but it was exciting, I love sucking cock.

He was ready to come but held back on purpose; we were enjoying it so much. I stood and we kissed never letting go of each other's cock. Since we were strangers, we had to set a few ground rules.

"Do you swallow?"

"Sometimes."

"If you get me off, I promise I will not let you down," he assured.

I slid down his body until I could again resume sucking his gorgeous cock. My hands caressed his ass, his balls and my tongue ran up one side of his cock shaft and the other taking his cock knob deep into my mouth. He jerked and moaned and I tasted the white come juice fill my mouth. I continued to suck. I was so turned on. I didn't want to stop sucking I was so horny but he took me by my shoulders and lifted me gently to my feet. Without hesitation he knelt and began sucking my cock. Again he found my asshole and inserted his finger sucking faster and deeper, wetter, moving his head back and forth as his face fucked my cock. I exploded. It started somewhere along my spine working its way to my cock and then out the piss hole into his mouth, wow, sensational. He moaned his approval of my load and kept sucking until I was semi soft. He stood and though we were both huffing and puffing we still found each other's sticky lips in a kiss.

We cleaned our cocks and got dressed; he leaned over and gave me one last peck on the mouth and an appreciative caressing grab at my spent dick. It seemed so natural and yet here were two strangers who met in a secluded area, hid within the bushes, sucked each other's cock and left, still strangers. How unnaturally natural.

We walked toward our cars, "do you ever fuck?" he enquired.

"I have given a few times but have never taken," I explained.

"Maybe if we meet again I will offer you my ass," he smiled, "I like your cock very much."

"I look forward to it," knowing we would never see each other again.

He tapped me on the ass in a friendly gesture and walked to his car.

There were six cars parked in the lot now, a couple cars had left and a couple new ones arrived. The little red car with the white haired stud drove away. I adjusted my seat belt, gave a long sigh and started the engine. We never made any tangible dates or promised to meet again but I thought how nice it would be to bend him over and fuck that round ass of his, oh well, maybe that will be one of my fantasies next time I jack off in the shower. Before putting my van in gear I leaned my head back, I felt so good. I had come here to suck cock and be sucked and the afternoon was a huge success. I hated to leave and destroy the euphoria I was witnessing at that very moment in my mind and body, but life goes on and I realized sooner or later I would have to retrace my secret life down that dirt laneway back into the real world.