After a little over 10 years of marriage, things, sexually, had deteriorated. I kept myself in great shape to be appealing to the wife, but she never noticed. She had gained some weight, but I still had the hots for her, but she was never interested. The first thing to go, in the first year, was oral sex. I loved it when she would suck my cock, and I would eat her pussy because I felt like I was supposed to. I never particularly cared for the taste, and it was messy, but she would always orgasm, which gave me joy. She complained about hating sucking my cock, that it made her jaw hurt, and that it was gross when I would cum in her mouth. I couldn't understand that. Sex became more rare, and it has been over six months since a hug or kiss, much less any real action. I was really getting tired of my only relief being jacking off in the shower.
I had heard rumors that you could get a blow job from gay men in a wilderness park not too far away. There was a river that ran through it. Word was that if you followed the river down stream for a mile or so, men, gay cocksuckers, hung out there and would gladly suck your cock, no questions asked and no reciprocation required.
I had no interest in men, but the idea of having a hot, wet mouth on my cock was exciting. And I had heard that gay men gave great blowjobs, and afterwards would not run their mouths about it like women do. After thinking about it for several weeks, I had about talked myself into it. What the hell. No-one would find out, and just one time, right?
It was a Saturday morning and I suggested to the wife that we go for a hike. She wasn't interested, as expected, and told me to go without her. I put on some of my short running shorts and a tank top that showed off my muscles. I was proud of my build and liked dressing to show it off. I walked in to tell her bye.
"You aren't going to wear those skimpy shorts are you? Especially those yellow ones. If you get sweaty you can see right through them. Hell, I can see your fat penis through them now. Are you getting excited about something?"
"You do look hot this morning. I could skip the hike and we could...."
"Hell no! I have no desire to get all sweaty with you, and I hate dealing with that gross mess you leave in me!"
I kissed the wife bye and set out for the wilderness park, nervous, and not sure what to expect. I realized I did pick my yellow shorts for exactly the reason she said. I was proud of my body and my stuff and hoped people would notice. I needed some attention.
I parked in the lot and started hiking down the path. It was a beautiful, wooded area. The path followed the river and you could hear it as it flowed over the rocks. I continued walking, enjoying being out in nature, listening to the river flowing and the birds singing. Then I heard a new noise. I stopped to listen, to determine what it was. It didn't take me long to remember the sound of someone slurping on a cock. I looked around and proceeded quietly to follow the sound. I soon saw a man leaning back on a large rock.
There was another man on his knees in front of him. I crept closer to get a better view, hiding behind a big rock. The man's cock was huge! It had to be ten inches, and the man on his knees was alternating from deep throating him and jacking off the shaft as he continued to suck on the head and the top three or four inches. I was mesmerized. I felt my cock stirring as I watched this man suck on the other man's amazing cock. I started to rub my cock through my shorts as it grew to it's full seven inches. I had never been embarrassed by my cock, but next to that man I seemed small. And the man on his knees, how was he able to suck that huge cock?
Then I heard a man whisper to me, "that's enough to make you want to suck a cock, isn't it?"
I was so caught up in what I was watching that I didn't hear him approach. I turned to look at him. He was a couple of inches taller than my six feet, and was also wearing shorts and a tank top. He was more muscular than me, with big pecs and huge arms. A real stud. I was taken by his masculine good looks.
"No, I explained, I came to see if the rumors I had heard were true, and if so, maybe get a blow job."
He unzipped and pulled his hiking shorts down low enough to free his cock. I looked down at it, and it was also bigger than mine. Not as big as the one I was watching getting sucked, but it was still BIG, And getting bigger as he stroked it.
"Something tells me you're a cocksucker. Look at you, you were so captivated watching that man sucking that huge cock that you didn't even hear me walk up. And now you can't keep your eyes off my cock."
He was right, I was staring at it. I looked up into his deep brown eyes, and then back down at his cock as he continued to stroke it. "No, I'm not gay, but I've never seen two such big, cocks, and have never seen another hard cock in person. I'm just a little bit overwhelmed with what I'm seeing."
He looked at me with a knowing look. "I like watching you stare at my cock. It let's me know you like it. That you want to suck it. Licking your lips like that is also a dead giveaway."
As I continued to stare, he grabbed my hand and pulled it to his cock. I gave a weak attempt at pulling back, but he quickly had my hand wrapped around his thick cock. I couldn't believe I was looking at MY hand wrapped around another man's cock. My thoughts were conflicting. Part of me was saying let go and run. Another part of me said it feels good.
"My cock feels good in your hand doesn't it? Stroke it. You know you want to suck it, just like that man over there."
