Twists and Turns: Over, Under, Sideways, Down,...Backwards, Forwards, Screwed Around.
We had been emailing each other for over two years since we met on line and had become friends,...as much as one can without ever actually meeting. Indeed, we had even spoke about the possibility of a mutual let-down if we did actually meet due to what our minds had conjured up about one another versus reality. In addition, we had first met on a web site catering to men meeting men and doing so under highly sexual circumstances. However, reservations aside, we decided to take the plunge and meet one late Spring day.
Since we lived a couple hours apart, we decided to meet somewhere in between. After some thought, I suggested the park near the Mercer Arboreum near Spring, TX. I had been there years before and remembered that the park had numerous trails and secluded private spots hidden among the trees, perfect for a private picnic. We agreed and planned to make a picnic outing of the afternoon. We decided upon a menu of several types of cheese and each would bring along some finger sandwiches of their choosing, as well their choice of something to drink. We decided to meet around 12pm and described each other's vehicles so we would readily recognize one another.
On the drive there, many thoughts went through my mind and I suspect, the same happened to you.
"Would we get along in person even though we did via email?"
"Would our inhibitions take over and would we suddenly find that we had little in common in person?"
Hell, I even thought about meeting someone and just being repelled by their smell. Not that it was bad, but maybe I just didn't like their cologne or the type of soap they showered with,...who knows? As an anecdote, let me describe "Sandy". Yes, she was a woman who was fairly attractive. Even after a shower using Ivory soap she had a way too sweet smell to her. It repelled me. She also liked pain. During sex, she wanted me to twist her nipples,...I mean hard to the point I was uncomfortable. I was just not comfortable doing that. The point being is that there are some things I am just not into.
About 15 minutes before arriving, I began thinking about whether or not I should wear my cock rings. I kept several in my truck and decided, "Yeah, why not?" and reached into my console and retrieved three of them. Cruising down Rte 59, I opened the button fly of my sweat pants and pulled out my cock and balls.
As anyone knows who has ever worn a cock ring, there is a certain trick to putting one on, let alone three. Of course, if they are too big, they will simply fall off unless one is erect. I had found that my best fit was 2 and a quarter inches diameter. Once on, they didn't overly restrict my blood flow even when erect, but stayed on when I wasn't.
That said, one has to pull one ball through at a time (at least I do because I have big balls,...about the size of large eggs), and then follow it with the other,...then slip the tip of one's flaccid cock through what is left,...hopefully,...and necessarily, while not being erect. Add to those facts was the added challenge of now doing it with one hand while driving down the freeway at 70 mph and it's a significant challenge!
I managed to get my balls through all three rings (two chrome and one gold) with a little effort, but my cock had become partially engorged in the process. As luck would have it, I had slowed down a bit and traffic was beginning to pass me. I quickly pulled my shirt tail down to cover my exposed cock and balls as several vehicles and two tractor trailers passed by. One has to be wary of those tractor trailer drivers since they have such a high vantage point.
After they passed, I quickly reached down with both hands, allowing my truck to steer itself in a straight stretch of road and pulled my now less engorged cock through the three rings. Then after correcting my steering, I reached down and fully pulled my balls and cock fully through, paying special attention to all loose skin underneath my ball sack. That helps keep them on, by the way. Success!
Not wanting to yet cover up, I left my cock and balls lay outside my pants and slowly began to masturbate. I often do that while driving any distances. I think that serves two hidden agendas,...break the boredom of a long drive because I tend to edge myself, but more importantly, it creates a mental situation that I "might be seen", but not seen,...but that I'm secretly getting away with something only feet away from other non-suspecting people as they drive past. Oddly, I find that there is something exciting about that. No, I'm not a flasher or anything close to that. It's the "danger or risk" of getting caught that excites me, I suppose.
Anyway, back to the story,...
I drove into the parking lot and almost immediately spotted your car,...a red BMW Mini. You had recently told me that your had traded in your Honda and bought one. I had mentioned that I fell in love with them after seeing the movie, "The Italian Job".
There was a parking space next to you and I quickly turned into it. There was a brief and awkward moment as we each studied each other for a moment, but that was followed by broad smiles.
We both exited are vehicles at the same,...then a big hug at rear bumpers..
Breaking the silence, I asked what you had brought along and we each retrieved our coolers. I pointed to a trail and we began to walk down it.
We "chit-chatted' along the way,...mostly about things we had done many times before via email. Along the path, we passed several groups of people,...a family, at first,..a male/female couple lying on a blanket kissing and completely oblivious to us passing, and then a group of 5 younger looking guys (early 20's, possibly college kids) playing Frisbee.
As we passed the last group, we heard a guy yell, "HEADS UP!" You attempted to catch an errant Frisbee but missed and it rolled off into the bushes along the path. You went to retrieve it and were about to toss it back when one young, tall, slim guy ran up, saying,
"Hey, Thanks,...my name is Rick. What are yours?" To which we both simultaneously replied,
"Mike and Ray,...No problem", as we turned and continued on.
I began to recall the paths from the last time I had been there and recognized one that I remembered led to a very secluded opening. The path was overgrown by now, but I knew it was there. You followed me single-file as I wandered up the path. There were several twists and turns along the path. If one didn't know it was there, they wouldn't be able to find it.
Eventually, we reached an opening in the forest canopy. It was about a 20 foot wide grassy lea with no tree limbs above, which allowed the sun to freely shine down and was 60 feet from the main trail. Since it was off the beaten path, it was very private.
"This is it", I said, ...and turned around to expose my cock and balls hanging outside my buttoned sweats. Honestly, I had somewhat planned doing the same. Yes, it was a bold move,...but I had been working myself up since leaving my home.
Your initial reaction seemed one of shock, and I suddenly felt stupid, but in a single moment, your eyes narrowed, a coy smile crossed your face, and you stepped forward and took my cock and balls in both of your hands. One hand held my cock while the other cupped my balls. You leaned forward and we kissed,...not deeply,... just a prolonged full-lip one, and rest our heads on each other's shoulders with another hug.
You said, "It's good to finally meet you, Mike".
I said, "Ditto".
Though calmly said,...there was a certain urgency in both of us. We had been emailing for so long and shared so many inner thoughts, we both knew where this first meeting was going. You unbuttoned my sweats as I unbuckled your belt and unzipped you. Our pants fell effortless to our ankles and we stepped out of them. You brought one hand up and began to lick the precum I had been spewing since I put on my cock rings a half hour before. Overwhelmed with desire, I abruptly knelt down and placed your cock into my mouth. You moaned aloud as I took you into my mouth. I didn't waste anytime and took you all the way in,...then looked up at you. You had your hands on the back of my head while looking down at me. I slowly withdrew my mouth, but never lost eye contact with you,...then slowly,...ever so slowly, sank back down your rapidly hardening shaft.
You groaned aloud as my lips reached your pubic hairs. I moaned in unison, knowing how good it must have felt. I withdrew again, allowing my tongue to drag along your shaft as I did so. I slowly ran my tongue back down your cock and then suckled your balls, one at a time. I looked up at you and your cock and noticed a slight drop of clear precum appear from your tip. I rose and used my tongue to lick it off. As I pulled off you, your precum created a string from your cock head to the tip of my tongue.
This moment had been so long in the coming and we each felt a certain urgency about it. We had each sent videos of ourselves to one another, but, now, this was the real thing. It was like smelling the delicious aromas before Thanksgiving dinner for hours, and now the meal was being plated.
We hastily threw a blanket on the ground to lay upon and dropped our coolers. You then sank to your knees opposite of mine. Your hands never left my cock and balls and I still held yours. With no words, you wrapped your lips around my shaft as I did yours.
We laid astride one another for a bit sucking each other and I then pulled you atop of me. You now laid on top of me, albeit kneeling, with your cock in my mouth. I laid underneath you, my legs apart and knees raised,...with your mouth wrapped around my cock.
I relished and dwelled in your smell. One "test" passed, LOL. It was slightly musky, but very nice. As you knelt above me I watched and felt as you slowly sank your cock into my mouth,...watching, then feeling your balls rest over my nose and eyes. I felt your cock make its way deep into my throat as you pushed forward and laid upon me. I felt your cock head reach the back of my throat and I swallowed as you passed deeper into me.
At the same time, I felt your lips slip further down my cock until I felt your nose rest against my balls.