One Saturday a few years ago my wife's mother was rushed by ambulance to the hospital for a suspected stroke. My wife and her sister immediately took off for the three hour trip to the hospital. My brother-in-law and I were to drive over the next day and relieve them.
At that time I was 46 years old, 6 foot, 175 pounds and in reasonably good shape due to cycling and running. I am not particularly muscular as I have an office job and not so much physical exertion. My wife and I had had a rough patch and our sex life was meager at best. I had started to explore my bi side and had had a few experiences with man to man hookups usually with bi married men who were looking for something on the side like myself. Most of them had been quite vanilla, mutual cock sucking, trying out both topping and bottoming. At first, these encounters were very exciting. It was taking a leap into the forbidden--man to man sex--usually quickies since we both would have limited time. While I still enjoyed these encounters, they were a little vanilla, and I found myself craving something more exciting.
That evening alone at home, I was horny and craving cock. I went to a local rest area where I had been lucky before, but on this night there were only a few elderly tourists stopping for a break. At midnight, disappointed and with my hungry ass unfulfilled, I drove home and logged onto a local chat room for gay hook-ups using the nickname "Cock Hungry". There were very few chatters, and no one seemed serious about meeting.
Around 1:30 am someone logged in with the nickname "Cunt Hunter." I replied, "Hi."
"Looking for a cunt to ruin, interested?" came back rather quickly.
"Yeah," I responded, a little hesitation since his response was more direct than I was used to.
"Data?" came his response.
I sent him my data. He was a man of few words and his only answer was, "Hard ten inches, ready?"
I was a little wary of this guy, but my ass twitched at the thought of those hard ten inches and I slowly typed "Yes."
He instructed me to meet him in the parking lot of a local Home Depot in 15 minutes.
I arrived first at the deserted parking lot and was starting to regret that I had agreed to meet a stranger at 2:00 am in a deserted spot without any more information than that he had ten hard inches. My nervousness increased and I thought about driving off, but before I could act a motorcycle came rumbling up.
The rider dismounted and took off his helmet. He was wearing faded jeans, biker boots, a flannel shirt and a leather motorcycle jacket. He had long hair and a scraggly unkept beard. I was now more nervous and actually scared of him and unsure if I wanted to go through with this.
He came over to me and I got out of the car. He looked me up and down, roughly turned me around, grabbed my ass pushing a thick finger in my crack. "You'll do," was his assessment and he turned and started walking down a wooded path behind the parking lot. I thought, "What the hell," and started following him down the steep path.
The path was very dark and he took my arm and pulled me in front of him and I could hardly see where I was walking. Every so often, when he thought I was going too slowly, he pushed me roughly and I stumbled forward. I was really starting to have doubts about this and wondered how long it might take for anyone to find my body if he decided to kill me.
We finally came into a level clearing where there was a small brick pumping station for the local municipality water system. He pushed me down on my knees, unzipped his jeans and hauled out the promised ten inches. It definitely passed inspection, a full meaty, veiny, uncut cock resting on two large hairy balls. He had clearly not been in the bath for a couple of days as his dick was rank and musky. He grabbed my head and pulled me onto his cock which started to stiffen.