He raised his head from between my legs and said, “Almonds,” licked his lips and repeated, “You taste like bitter almonds.”

“Is that a good thing?” I asked.

“Mmm”, he whispered, “that is a real good thing, when can I have a second helping?”

It was the middle of January and it was cold outside, snow was deep probably nine or ten inches but tamped down in ruts where the cars had come in and out of this secluded area. I don’t come here often but I know it is a private place where guys drive through cruising for a quickie blow job. The motor of my car idled softly giving us some needed heat and allowing me to drop my pants to my ankles to be royally serviced. His pants were down too and while he sucked me I stroked the firm roundness of his bare ass every once in a while flicking my finger into his crack teasing his ass hole.

I would like to tell my new found friend when he could have a second helping but I had never seen him before or know whether I will see him again in fact, in these instances no one bothers to exchange names. As I pulled my pants back up he gave my soft cock a final deep suck and tongue roll then secured his pants and opened the car door. We smiled and promised each other the obligatory “Hope to see you again.”

I am a semi retired guy, married and I love my wife dearly but she no longer has any interest in sex. The last time she took my cock in her mouth was probably thirty years ago when I came prematurely and she vowed never to do that “dirty” thing again. What a shame, in the last five years I have had about a dozen guys come in my mouth and quite frankly, I found it very pleasant and sensual. To each his own I guess. I would like to fuck a woman but I don’t know any and I hesitate getting involved anyway. I can be discrete and confidential with men because most are in the same boat as me but women, well, I doubt if an affair with a woman could be so secret.

I found this place strictly by accident. During the summer a few years ago I was walking in the woods down a nature trail when a man somewhere in his early forties stopped to chat. He was friendly and smiling but I noticed quite obviously he would touch his crotch or rub his dick area. Hey, I am not naïve or a dummy; this was an out and out invitation if I ever saw one. I deliberately stared at his crotch then slowly raised my eyes to his then back down again. He asked if I wanted to get off the main trail and go back into the bush. If I recall, I never answered but he sauntered through the weeds toward the dense bush looking back periodically to see if I was following. This was truly new to me and I wasn’t sure what he expected me to do and the thought of being beat up and robbed even crossed my mind. Who would find me back in the fir trees? He disappeared into a clump of fir trees and I peered through the opening to see where he went. There was a small clearing about four foot square, like it was a room made for guys who wanted to play and by the look of the Kleenex and few condoms, it was well used. He was standing there facing me, his pants pulled to his knees and he was slowly stroking his cock. He was hard, a small cock with a pretty big knob, nice. I walked to within a foot of him and he discarded his own cock in favor of caressing my crotch. He began fumbling with my belt so I went to his assistance and unlatched my pants and lowered the zipper. He slipped his thumbs into my jockey underwear elastics and began to squat down on his knees taking my pants and underwear with him.

I have a pretty nice cock if I do say so myself, just shy of seven inches, uncut with a very clean, smooth mushroom knob. His compliments confirmed my immodest thoughts. He went right to it, licking my cock head with his tongue and immediately taking me deep into his wet, warm mouth. He was sensational, other than jacking myself off for the past many months or year, my cock was strictly an orphan so his touch and sucking was so wonderful, I closed my eyes and succumbed to the pleasure. The come tickle began right away and I soon shot a tremendous load into his mouth. His sucking never lost a beat. I was somewhat disappointed when he stood up back to his feet, my cock limping down to my balls.

“Do you ever go to the cove?” he asked.

“No, look, I have never done this before, hey, I loved it but ah …..”

“The cove is a cul de sac where guys cruise in their cars,” he explained, “if they see your cock you will have no problem getting laid.”

I thanked him but being so sexually open with guys was not in my plans, fuck, I was even scared following him into the bush.

He began questioning me about my sex life or the lack thereof. Both our pants were still down, he was sort of sagging semi hard and I was inwardly enjoying what had just transpired. He stepped forward and without warning kissed me gently square on my lips. I hesitated for a second but then fell into the spell of the moment actually feeling a strange renewed arousal in my cock. He noticed it too and knelt down taking my cock once again into his mouth. I was soon astonished by my own stamina as my cock stiffened completely. He wrapped his hands around my bare ass cheeks and pulled me close to his face. His nose was buried in my cock hair as he sucked and sucked. It was paradise and I knew I was going to shoot again. He moaned loudly in approval when the second shot coated his tongue. I was into it now and I held his head in my hands and vigorously fucked his mouth. Oh wow, I have never ever had such a come or sensation overcome my entire body like this. I had a tinge of guilt when he stood up and jacked off into the weeds, maybe I should have helped, I don’t know; this really was a new experience.

I went back several times and nodded hello to some men strangers who walked by but I never saw that most excellent cock sucker again.

Eventually summer gave way to fall and then the snow began building on the ground. Needless to say the nature trails were taken over by cross country skiers and besides, even for a super blow job, I had no intentions of dropping my pants in sub zero weather.

He had mentioned the cove many months earlier and the suggestion never left my thoughts. “When the guys get a look at your nice cock they will be all over you,” he said, or something like that.

Jacking off gave me minute relief but the mental anguish and frustration was always gnawing at me, I needed another human, a body, a hand, anything to take this horrible unsatisfied feeling away. I decided to take a chance on the cove.

It is a dead end street at least a quarter mile off the main road circling between a small forest and an inlet of the river, private and semi secluded.

I slowly navigated the circle, two cars were parked and I could see one was empty but the other had two men sitting in the front seat. I turned my head and left them alone. I chose a small clearing where many tires had tamped down the deep snow so, not concerned about getting stuck, I parked.

It wasn’t long before a pick up truck with a camper on the back cruised around the circle. When he slowed down to take a peek at me, I could see he was a single guy around 40 – 50 years old with black hair and moustache. On the third pass he drove close to me and slid down is window. Small talk,

“Lots of snow huh?” Then he outright asked what I was looking for. “A blow job,” I replied shocked at my own voice being so bold.

He drove a few feet ahead, parked his truck and got out and then very casually came and sat beside me in my car. He smiled and reached over to touch my crotch. I put the seat back and unlatched my pants, he did the same. He pulled his pants down revealing a very nice, quite large uncut cock. It was hard and sticking straight up, wow, what a turn on. I took my pants down to my ankles and gave him full view of my cock, balls, thighs and legs. “Oh now that is nice,” he whispered as he lowered his head. Oh shit I love being sucked, it felt so good. I played with his balls and rubbed his bare ass while he sucked, then he rose up and leaned back. Without thought or suggestion, I just automatically went down and took his beautiful cock into my mouth and began to suck. My goodness, I never realized how good it would feel, how sensual having another man’s hard cock in my mouth. I liked it. I smiled to myself when he complimented me on being a very good cock sucker, if he only knew how much of a virgin I was.

I raised my head to take a breather and he resumed his position between my legs. I told him I was coming but he continued and I came into his mouth. He mumbled his approval. He then leaned back again, oh oh, now what? I took his cock in my mouth deep and sucked and within seconds I tasted something strange, something I had never tasted before, his come. I sucked him off but let the come slide out of my mouth down his cock and cover his hairy crotch. I reached back and got the box of Kleenex from the back seat and we proceeded to clean ourselves up. He just said “thanks” and left.

I discovered the cove. I blew my first guy there, have been sucked many times there and I just got sucked off by another stranger who not only said thanks but that I tasted like almonds.

I still get frustrated from time to time and I do not always find a partner when I go to the cove but I am thankful I do have a mind saving sanctuary where other men are in the same situation as me and we together can sate our needs. The first guy was right about one thing, there are a few guys who seek me out and have done me many times strictly because they love my cock. I still have no idea what their names are but who cares.