When the craving for cock comes on me, it becomes an all-consuming need, a visceral urge that needs satisfying. Sure, the itch can be scratched with porn and masturbation, but sometimes, when the need is too strong, only a hard stiff dick will do.
One such time, the lust began to boil up and consume my thoughts, which came at just the right time of year. Springtime! The weather had been warm and dry for just over a week, days getting longer, and most importantly, green leaves had returned to cover the bare branches of the woods. Outdoor cruising was back!
Working out if the hot bloke you saw walking into the woods is cruising or just out for a stroll, the added danger of being caught increases the thrill so much more than saunas and adult cinemas that had kept me going over the cold winter months.
I was lucky at the time to be living and working in a part of London near one of the best outdoor cruising areas. So I found myself at the end of a workday, mainly daydreaming of delicious cocks and hiding the raging hard-on in my pants, heading to the tube station that would take me there.
Twenty minutes later, I crossed the London/Essex border and began the short walk to the woods with the most action. I decided to skip the first entrance alongside the large pond and head towards the car park to see how busy it was.
I find about seven cars sitting empty in the car park, a promising sign that other horny guys have the same idea as me. Taking the left path, I head towards my favourite spot and begin the hunt.
For me, it is a hunt. I find myself becoming almost predatory, focused solely on my prey, that long hard shaft, mushroom-shaped head, two round plump balls filled with warm, sticky, salty, delicious cum that I need to swallow.
A short distance into the woods and a rustle of branches got my attention. A man appeared on the path coming out of the side path to the right, which led to a small clearing. He looks to be around forty, with short brown hair with a hint of grey at the sides, square-jawed with a boxer's nose. He was stockily built and muscular but with a bit of a belly. The loose-fitting grey tracksuit and old trainers showed that he was here to cruise. The prey had been spotted, now it was time to capture his sweet, sweet prick.
The clearing I like is down a pathway to the left between me and the guy, I watch him as I make my way there. We made eye contact. He stares straight at me, so I look down at his crotch; I'm sure there's a hint of a bulge of a semi-erect penis there, then I make eye contact with him again with a friendly smile and nod in his direction, and I take the path to the left.
Now's the moment of truth: will he take the bait and follow? I take the winding path a short distance to the clearing; the snapping of undergrowth behind me tells me he's on the hook.
I enter the small glade and head over to a fallen log that makes the perfect bench to sit and suck cock on. Just seconds later, the stranger whose hot jizz I hope will soon be running down the back of my throat steps into the open.
He pauses, nervous maybe? He looks at me, waiting to make sure he's read the signals right. One hand reaches down to fondle the much more noticeable bulge in his trackies. Already I can tell it's going to be a thick, meaty manhood. He catches me staring, so I give a little upward nod and a smile, and he starts to approach.
He stops a few inches from me, seemingly hesitant about what to do next. I reached a hand forward and down towards his tantalising bulge, he was a few inches shorter than me so I had to stoop a bit which brought my face nearer to his and I could hear his breathing quicken as I ran my fingers up from the root of his dick past the tip and up to the edge of his waistband.
The tie strings holding his bottoms up barely did the job, so I was able to slide my hand down the front easily. He'd come ready for this as he wore no underwear. It was the girth of his meat that surprised me, almost as thick as a beer bottle. I could feel the veins and ridges as my fingertips glided down its length. It danced and twitched to my touch until I reached its end and found two plump round balls in his loose sack.
Cupping them in my hand, I began to massage them, gently rolling them around. I could feel his rock-hard penis twitch and tap against my arm. He groaned slightly and leaned forward to kiss me, gentle to start with, his stubble prickling my skin. He placed one hand behind my neck, the other half down the back of my trousers on the small of my back, and pulled me in tight. The kiss grew in passion, and I felt his tongue pushing my lips apart, parting them as his probing tongue found mine, and we started a slow but forceful dance with them.