Editor's note: this story contains gay male content.
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Living in a secure high rise tower block allows one to have certain privileges, mine during these hot summer months is to walk about naked, after all my only possible snoopers are the pigeons and gulls that roost nearby; it also makes it easier for me to masturbate or wear erotic plugs and jewellery if I so wished; but despite all this, today I was BORED.
I needed to feel the sand and sea between my toes; I have had enough of city life, its hustle and bustle and the daily filth that went with it. Determined not to have second thoughts I quickly packed a few things in a case, switched the phone to divert then grabbed the case and my laptop and made my way down to reception, here I informed the concierge that I was going away for a few days then it was only a matter of walking down a few steps and into the underground garage.
Having gone through a messy divorce recently, I had but three things that were precious to me; my city flat, my car a full spec Golf TDI 150 and my little hideaway cottage in Cornwall.
Yes I did say a Golf TDI 150; living in the city I had no use for a larger car, also it avoided me being hit on as 'a rich bastard' whilst carrying my favourite activity, 'dogging'. This and the fact my wife found out I was bisexual is what lead to the messy divorce. Her demands were all that expected from any woman; the house in the country and all the cash she could lay her grubby hands on, so to make things easy for her I gave into her demands, but still that didn't stop her from digging up the shit about me.
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Now Cornish roads are notorious for their lack of facilities and soon I was in desperate need of a pee, luckily it wasn't too long before I noticed a sign offering toilets and refreshments. It was a bit off the beaten track and when I entered the car park it was almost deserted except for a couple of cars, the occupants of these I assumed were in the nearby tea room.
The gents was dismally empty when I entered, having emptied my bladder I took this opportunity to relieve my semi-hard cock of some of the tension that had built up whilst driving. Stooping over the urinal with cock in hand I wasn't aware of anyone entering the gents. The next thing I knew was a man about my age standing along side me admiring my "handiwork". With so many covert police actions these days you have to be so careful; quickly I came out with some gibberish and pretended to struggled at covering up my embarrassment. The next thing I knew his hand had reached out and encircled my cock asking if he could be of assistance. It felt wonderful, but I didn't let on, to him I was going to act like a new punter looking for relief.
I stood there rooted to the spot as he gently began to wank me. Expecting us to be discovered any minute, he led me into one of the vacant cubicles locking the door behind us. As he sat himself down on the toilet he told me to drop my trousers and any underwear I happened to be wearing.
Still pretending I was new to the game I did as he asked and was soon standing half naked and erect in front of this total stranger. Slowly he resumed wanking me, drawing more and more precum from my swollen glans. Bending forward he took me into his mouth and clamped his lips tight around my cock. He began teasing me with his tongue as he slowly fuck with his mouth, deeper and deeper he took me until I could go no further; his nose was pressed up hard against my pubes and I could feel the opening of his throat. One of his hands slowly stroked my arse whilst he other caressed and fondled my balls making them swell with pleasure. I felt my climax build from within and announced I was about to come. My companion said nothing he just continued with taking my as deep as he possibly could. My legs almost buckled as I shot my load into his mouth, after pumping me a couple times more to tease the last drops from me. He looked up and showed me his open mouth containing my sperm before swallowing it in one.
As I recovered my clothes and dressed he asked if I had done anything like this before, continuing the lie I said no. Pressing me further he asked if I had ever wanked another man, again I lied and said only in my youth. By now I felt obliged to offer a return of favour and wank him off. We changed positions so that I was sat on the toilet whilst he dropped his trousers etc: I was not expecting what I saw next, he stood before me in black fishnet stockings, scarlet suspenders and panties which barely covered or contained his erect cock.
I said nothing as he dropped his cum-soaked panties. I nervously took hold of his cock closed my eyes and began to wank him imagining it was mine and duplicating the movements and pleasure I would have been giving myself, he said I was doing fine. My hand felt sticky as he oozed precum which I used as a lubricant as I massaged his uncut glans. He asked me if I wanted to taste him, tentatively I moved towards his glistening cock and licked a large pearl of precum from its head. It didn't taste too bad, a bit rancid compared to mine; feeling adventurous I placed my lips around his cock and mirrored his earlier actions.
He seemed to take this as a signal of my acceptance and immediately pushed forward and thrust his cock deep into my mouth. I almost gagged as I felt it press against the back of my throat, but soon as I got used to its size and thickness, I licked and teased him with my tongue just as he had done. He placed his hands either side of my head holding me still while he moved his cock in and out of my mouth. Soon his cock began to swell, following a quick withdrawal he told me he was about to cum and did I want him to withdraw.
I shook my head and soon my mouth was awash with his warm slightly acrid tasting cum; he pumped load after load into my mouth most of which spilled out from the corners of my mouth. He continued to move in and out remaining erect in my mouth, so as not to offend him I swallowed the remained of his cum, only then did he withdraw. He said for a beginner I had done very well, and if I liked he was willing to teach me more. From a pocket in his jacket he produced his business card pleading with me to call if I was interested.
As he redressed I asked if he did this often, he went on to explain that this car park was a known dogging site, in the evenings people came from miles around to watch and participate in illicit sex acts. He had arrived early to book his spot in the car park and that for him I was an unexpected bonus getting his evening off to a grand start. He asked if I wanted to stay and watch or even partake in the rest of the evenings proceedings but I said I still had a long way to go.
As I went to my car evening was setting in, my adventure in the gents had lasted longer than I had imagined. The tea shack was now closed and as I drove back to the main road the car park was rapidly filling with punters.
Just before driving off I noted the location of this car park and perhaps just perhaps I'll stop off on my way back to London and linger for a while, who knows I might even bump into my new friend.
Another hours driving brought me into the village close to the cottage, seeing the pub was still open I parked up and made my way to the bar and asked if they were still doing evening meals for my little escapade early had left me famished and I didn't fancy cooking once in the cottage.
In a way I was in luck they still had a couple of portions of Steak Pie left or they could knock up a quick pizza, being not overly fond of pizza I settled for the Steak Pie plus a pint of Sharp's Atlantic IPA, that's another thing you've learnt about me, I'm a pie and a pint man, G n T's are ok for cocktail parties but in a pub, especially a village pub its got to be a pint.
As a well known film critic would say the pie was passable and the drink refreshing but little else could be said. I was hungry at the time and took the best that was on offer.
Soon I was settling in at the cottage, it was the first time it had used this year so the air was stuffy, quickly I wandered from room to room opening as many windows I could; the sea crashing against the nearby rocks began to bring an overpowering tranquillity to my life.
For a couple of days I soaked up the tranquillity of my little hideaway; since our little bit of beach could only be reached via the cottage I thrived at being able to both walk and swim as naked as god intended. The feeling of sea water and sun on my naked body was unbelievable.
It was late that Friday night when my whole world took a dramatic turn; I was lounging around totally naked as usual when I heard a car pull up outside; now being this late at night there was only one other person who knew about the existence of this cottage, my daughter.
