It's been a while since my last chapter. The reason for this is that I met a girl and settled down. I truly thought that I'd found the right woman for me. Then Covid hit. We were trapped together in my house twenty-four hours seven days a week. At first it was great, we were having sex constantly, sometimes even when we were working. More than once she went down on me when I was on a conference call while on webcam, it was so difficult not to show everyone my cum face.
This good time lasted about five weeks, after that boredom set in and the arguments started. The sex stopped very soon after that and within two months she'd moved out. I was home alone, bored and lonely every day.
It was during this time I began to masturbate a lot. I was constantly at it sometimes four or five times a day. I began to reminisce about my time with Nick and the couple in the hotel. My arse hadn't been fucked in so long it had tightened back up. I began to slip myself a finger or two when I masturbated, I was so tight I couldn't even get a third in. So, I decided to buy myself an anal trainer kit and dildos to help ease myself back into being penetrated as I'd thrown my old ones away when I moved in with the ex.
Gradually over the next few weeks my arse became much more accepting and I gradually built up the size of my toys. I finally got to the point where I really wanted the real thing and felt my hole was ready. So, I did what I did the first time, I went onto a gay chatroom. The site was nothing like I remembered, it was full of spam, lots of subs looking to be dominated and any tops were just utter degenerates. It was a complete mine field, any guy you spoke with would have a weird fetish. I'm no prude but these were on a level I wasn't prepared to go to. So, I turned to the apps, there was no luck there either. The problem was nobody wanted to meet or they were also perverted and there's only so many dick picks you can sift through.
I got a call on a Thursday evening from work asking me to call to site the next day to pick up some new equipment. To be honest I was pleased to be getting a break from being in the house. The next day I set off around eleven after I finished some outstanding work from the day before. Work was about an hour away. It was a lovely warm June day, I had the windows down and the music blasting. The roads were quiet, I was enjoying my drive and being out the house finally. I arrived at work in record time.
I didn't stop to talk to anyone in the building, not that there were many to talk to. I put the equipment in the boot of my car. I didn't want to head home straight away and I wasn't expected back at work for the rest of the day. I quickly remembered about a nice picnic spot next to a race track set in the grounds of a large private estate nearby. It had a large grass area and also some woods. I thought about stopping there for a break and to enjoy some sun. I wasn't sure if it was open so I took out my phone and googled the area. The result showed it to be open, most of the other results showed cancelled race events but another link caught my eye. It was a newspaper post from three months earlier. The headline titled, "Local's fury as gay cruising in woodland." I read the article with some intrigue, it mentioned encounters with men doing things from masturbation, to various kinds of sex acts. The date set this around the beginning of lockdown but I thought it was definitely worth a look. So, I started my engine and set off.
I pulled up in an area just outside the estate because I didn't want my car to be seen inside the estate and I didn't want to get trapped inside if they closed their gates early. I was really nervous but at the same time I wasn't expecting anyone to be there. I left my car and walked along the road into the estate. It's a really lovely walk into the estate, the road is flanked by woodland on both sides. It's really quiet except for the singing of the birds and the gentle rustle of the leaves. It's just past lunch and the sun is high in the sky as I make my way to the entrance of the woodland.
I walk about fifty yards inside. The woodland thinned out a little and I had a look around. The place looks deserted. My nerves subside and I relax, I'm enjoying my afternoon stroll in the woods. I get deeper into the wood. I walk past an area with a lot of thick bushes when I hear a noise. It's the sound of wood snapping, I stop and look around. There is nobody around from what I can see, I wait mouth open, taking quiet breaths, listening intently. I stay like this for around a minute when I spot two men emerging from the bushes around seventy or eighty yards away. I can only see the back of them as they are walking away from me back in the direction of the entrance to the woods.
I wait until they are out of sight and head towards the area where they emerged. There's a small well-worn dirt path leading up between the bushes. I follow the path until a small clearing appears in the middle. It's not big at all, probably a two-meter circle. The path cuts through exiting on the other side. I quickly identify the area as being the main meeting point as it's littered with condoms and both male and female underwear. The vegetation is flattened down in places, probably by people either kneeling or laying down.
My mind begins to race just thinking about the things that happen here, my heartbeat quickens and my cock begins to harden. I stand there for a few minutes, I think about masturbating and how dirty and exciting it would be. I walk back to the entrance of the path and check the area. The place looks deserted, so I head back and continue further down the path to see where it leads to. The path weaves and meanders around the bushes before coming to a dead end probably around forty meters from the clearing.
I head back to the clearing and after a brief look around, I dropped my trousers to my ankles. The warm summer breeze felt amazing on my balls and my semi erect cock. I take a hold of my cock and begin to stroke it. Within seconds I'm hard, I close my eyes and begin to imagine a cock being in my hands, mouth and even fucking me. The smells and the sounds sweep over me and I quickly lose sense of my surroundings. With my free hand I reach around and begin rubbing my hole, the sensation is amazing coupled with the slight warm breeze. I attempt to widen my stance to allow better access but stumble instead. I crash back to reality just long enough to prevent a fall and to catch a glimpse of a man standing in the pathway.
I panic, grab my trousers, pull them up and take off in the opposite direction. I quickly realise my mistake that it's the path towards the dead end. I reach the end and freeze. I look back down the path, heart in my mouth. Who was he? Is he going to report me? What's he here for?
I didn't have to wait long, soon a quite tall and very thing man rounded a bush. Wearing shorts and a hooped t-shirt, he walks towards me. He looks to be around his forties, short hair slightly spiked up and very long legs and arms. He isn't a bad looking guy to be honest, he's kind of nerdy looking which is accentuated by the glasses on his face.
He closes the gap on me very quickly. Soon we're less than a meter apart. He towers over my 5'10" frame probably standing at 6'5 or so. We both stand and look at each other in silence for what seems like an eternity. My heart's in my mouth, my throat feels like I was being choked and my stomach feels like it want to empty its contents onto the floor.
"Wha...What are you here for?" He says eventually sounding very nervous. I freeze I no longer knew the answer to that question.
"I don't know," I reply.
"I saw you masturbating, why did you run?" He asks.
"I don't know," I reply again.
"Is this your first time here?" He asks. I fail to answer. "Don't worry its pretty quiet around here there's very little chance we will get caught nobody comes this far up to be honest and if they do, they'll just watch or leave us alone," he continued.
