I drove to my next meeting with butterflies in my stomach as well as the sperm of my two earlier feeders, and I could hardly believe that I was on my way to an assignation that would likely result in me swallowing even more cum.
I had set out this day planning only to do some nature hiking and nature photography. When I happened on two men having oral sex in the woods, they invited me to join them. Duke and Ken, the men from my unexpected encounter, had put me on to joining a gay dating app and sharing my cocksucking skills with others. I created a profile in which I stated I was open to new experiences but most especially to sucking the cocks of other men; reciprocation was appreciated but not required. I hadn't a chance to add a picture to the profile, which the app assured me was recommended to encourage other users to place confidence in my profile, but I already had a few hits. One message was suggestive of rough sex, which I wasn't into, so I ignored that contact, but most of the others were interested in my proposal as stated.
The first message that caught my eye simply sent GPS co-ordinates and a suggestion to bring my appetite. I found that interesting. Was he saying he had a big cock or that he came a lot? Or was he just talk? When I checked the co-ordinates, I discovered his location was the parking lot of an abandoned and condemned factory warehouse less than an hour's drive from my current whereabouts. His profile had some pictures or a hairy naked torso that ran to the heavy side and a tight-looking ass and a hairy back, but no face or dick pics. His stats claimed he was fifty-six.
I nervously messaged that I was on my way and sent my estimated time of arrival.
He replied quickly that he had been edging for a week and needed to come. I was naïve enough not to know what "edging" meant, so I googled it and discovered that he had been stimulating his cock for a week but avoiding orgasm in order to provoke a larger-than-normal ejaculation the next time he came. This could enhance orgasm greatly. I didn't know if I had the patience or discipline to try that for myself but I was interested in swallowing a big load.
When I reached the co-ordinates, turning in at the factory warehouse parking lot, I was not surprised that it appeared deserted. The place hadn't been used in ten years. Local newspapers occasionally ran stories about City Council's intention to expedite the site's demolition with the owners, or announced that an interested buyer might purchase and modernize the facility. In fact, though, nothing changed. It remained an eyesore in the industrial park. As it was Saturday, and after normal business hours, the industrial park itself was more or less deserted as well, so I passed no cars approaching the site.
As expected, when I drove around to the back of the building, there was a lone vehicle parked. A quick message to the user, who identified as Dimitri1969 on the app, confirmed that he was waiting in the white van. I scowled at the sight of the vehicle. On the one hand, a van was perfect for our needs, giving us space to get to know each other, but on the other hand, an awful lot of abduction stories started with white vans. I came here to suck cock, not to be trafficked.
I parked about four parking spaces away for some reason. It almost seemed like parking too close would seem suspicious to any police or security patrols that might frequent the area. In truth, likely any vehicle parked here would raise their interest. I suspected such patrols were rare. The city had better use for its officers than circling a forgotten property. This seemed to be confirmed by the large amount of graffiti on the building. Clearly there wasn't much supervision out here.
The fears of being caught by the police or sold into slavery both seemed remote, so I got out of my car, taking the keys with me and locking the doors (my camera and expensive binoculars were inside), I walked over to the driver side door. It was then I realized that the window glass of the van was tinted very dark. My fears flared up again. I could not see anyone sitting inside.
But I could be seen from inside.
The driver's side window rolled down part of the way and I could see a man with red hair and beard.
"Dimitri?" I said.
"Yes," he said. "Come in on passenger side." The window zipped back up.
I swallowed my fears and walked around the van, entering by the passenger door, and landed myself in the seat. I closed the door. The interior of the van was quite dark, but I could tell that it was open. There was no barrier between the driver's compartment and the cargo area. That reassured me a little for some reason. I turned in my seat to get a better look at the cargo space. There was a plain mattress and pillow on the floor, with a rumpled blanket thrown across it. I believed I knew where I would be in a few moments' time.
Dimitri was not a genial man like Duke had been a few hours earlier. He wasn't big on talk. He had a strong accent I couldn't place. If Dimitri was his real name, he might be Greek or Russian. He wasn't forthcoming about that, so I thought he looked more Russian.
"You gonna ask?" he said.
"Ask what?"
"To suck dick."
I wasn't sure what he meant. Was I going to ask him if I could suck his dick or ask if he could suck mine? I was horny from the anticipation of this encounter, but I had just come an hour-and-a-half ago, so I wasn't desperate like a man who'd been edging a week. I assumed he wanted me to ask permission to blow him.
I faced him from the passenger seat. "Please... I'd like to suck your cock. May I please blow you?"
"Say 'pretty please'."
This could get tedious. "Pretty please may I suck you off. I want your cock in my mouth please."
"And no... reciprocation." Dimitri seemed to have trouble pronouncing the word, but he clearly understood its meaning.
"That's right. No reciprocation required. I only want to suck."
"Get in the back. I will lie down. You blow me, yes?"
"Yes." I was starting to wonder if the language was a barrier. "I will blow you."
I surprised myself with how outgoing I was about my intention to fellate another man. Before today, I had occasionally fantasized about it while masturbating, but I never voiced my fantasy to anyone, not even my therapist.
Dimitri locked the van doors with the touch of a button on his door. Then he got up from his seat and, bending low to avoid hitting his head on the ceiling of the van, strolled back to the mattress and lay down with his head on the pillow. He unbuckled his belt, popped the button of the pants and unzipped. He pulled the pants down over his thighs. He was wearing briefs underneath. He pulled the waistband down so that it hooked under his balls, exposing his junk. Then he spread his legs to make room for me to lie down between them so I could inspect his tool more carefully.
My first analysis was that it was no surprise that he hadn't included a photo of his genitals on his app profile picture. The penis I was looking at was as small as my own, perhaps five inches erect, as it was now. Average, perhaps, but the dick pics on that site were bound to make you feel a little inadequate in comparison if you were not spectacularly endowed. Don't get me wrong. I was still attracted to his cock, but I was surprised such a burly man had such an average-sized tool. What was interesting was how large the testicles were. He had huge balls.
