Blowie on the Bleachers

This is a continuation of chapter one so rather than rehashing the characters and the backstory please consider reading that one before continuing on. Again this is based on a real life experience, though names and details are changed to protect identities.

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It's been a few years since Brandon and I had that fun camping encounter out on the long weekend. So much had changed. I had changed careers again and Brandon had switched companies but that all was nothing compared to the newest addition. Brandon and Camille had welcomed their baby into the world a year prior and this was the first time bringing her out camping.

My wife Tabby and I had tried to have a kid of our own, going through the fertility treatments but alas we came together too late in life and it wasn't in the cards for us. This made seeing Brandon & Camille's baby bitter sweet. Sweet because Tabby absolutely adores children, bitter because we would never have one of our own.

Now we usually planned the camping trips to the crown land but this time Camille and Brandon had brought an RV in order to accommodate their baby. So we had set out east to one of the more arid areas for a camp ground against a small river (almost just a big creek) and joined the crowd of RV owners. I wasn't a big fan of campgrounds due to the lack of trees and privacy, and those generators running for the people that brought everything but the kitchen sink in their enormous RVs. Then of course besides the fees you paid for the privilege you had to abide by the curfews on music and fires.

We decided to accept the compromise though because we really missed camping with our friends. Since having a baby they hadn't camped with us in a couple of years. So off we set to have our July long camping trip in a new place.

We arrived on the Friday after work - Camille and Brandon had secured the spot long before we arrived having come two days before. We cracked those initial drinks and set up our tent. The sun was still high and the day was very warm so we made our way down to the creek with many of the other campers. Putting our lawn chairs in the shallow water we cooled our heals, sipped our drinks, and swapped conversation with dear friends too long missed.

It was casual and relaxed and we loved it. After a couple of hours the sun was beginning to dip so we made our way back up to our campsite to start supper. Smokies on a bun are my go to camping food and tonight was no different. We enjoyed a good meal by the campfire and brought out the speaker to play music like we always did. The only downside of course is fires had to be out and music off by 11. Ironic given the noise level of the generators charging all the RVs.

That first night was rather relaxed and the second day much the same - we played games and laughed, reconnected and chatted a lot about the baby and how life was suddenly so different for Brandon and Camille. That day was hot and being arid country the creek was our respite both in the later morning and again in the mid afternoon. We also played croquet and bocce ball so by the time supper was done the ladies were already quite tired. Brandon and I preferred to stay up and sing to our music like we pretty much did every camping trip. Alas we had to be considerate of the baby and so we decided to cut the music short so our family members could sleep. At one point the ladies pointed out we were still talking loudly.

It was at that point that I suggested "Road beers?" which actually just meant walking around the campground with drinks in hand and talking to random people who still had music going. It was a welcome activity for some and less so for others so you kind of sized people up as you walked by.

In comparison to our usual places (crown land where there were no amenities, just wide open woods with ad hoc campsites), this was much more structured. There were a couple of loops of camping sites, all surrounding the central baseball diamonds. Four fields in the middle provided the best location for baseball tournaments where people would come to camp and play ball in the summers. There was no tournament that long weekend though so the baseball diamonds were clearly empty.

It was dark but as we were not close to the mountains, the day's hot sun hadn't brought evening rain. Instead there was not a single cloud in the night sky; the stars were bright enough to see by (though you had to be relatively close to make out anything in particular). We talked as we walked the loops around, past kids playing 'kick the can' in the dark and all the way down the road to the entrance of the campgrounds. We were pretty far from the sleeping campers so we were able to talk normally. We chatted about our jobs and the transitions and Brandon's excitement but stresses to being a dad, and a bit of how supporting Camille had been a challenge but one he felt that they were now on top of, stronger as a couple now.

I felt a bit guilty not trying to connect with them more. First time parents often feel naturally isolated - but I knew that seeing children always left Tabby feeling depressed about not being able to be a Mom. So when they suggested camping with us again this year and Tabby was positive about it I was absolutely floored. Don't get me wrong I enjoy camping alone with my hot wife too - suntanning and playing games often results in outdoor sex at least once on a trip. But to go with friends was a different kind of trip because I always feel like a bigger group makes for more fun.

We talked candidly as we usually did (having shared a pretty big secret) and so when Brandon straight up asked if I was still meeting up with that guy I was blowing on the regular I told him I was but not very often. I went on to say that truth be told it was getting kind of stale. Nothing wrong, just that it had gotten somewhat repetitive. We had tried normal blowies in every position and then escalated to mouth fucking, like really dominant stuff with him fucking my throat as I hung my head off my bed, and trying to push my limit.

I realized that Brandon was crossing a boundary asking about my sexual escapades. Maybe he was rethinking the thought that our last experience was a one time thing? I was determined to find out.

I went on with my confession about how I wanted my hookup buddy to make me squirm. I wanted to push the non-consent fantasy but he was just too nice a guy and whenever I gagged he would pull out and wait. What I wanted him to do was just keep going, to really face fuck me, even if I was puking all over myself. In fact I actually really wanted to try that. I wanted him to abuse me like some of the nasty girls I had seen in porn but he just wasn't confident enough to go that way. I wanted him to leave me in a puddle of my own spit and vomit, with his load all over my face.

I also remarked that I had convinced him to give me my first golden shower but decided it wasn't really my thing. It wasn't so much being pissed on that I was craving as much as being dominated. I wanted him to tell me where and when to kneel, to tell me to beg for a cock and his cum (or piss). I wanted to be ordered to open my mouth and then laughed at or made fun of for doing what I was told.

We had been chatting about it a while, to the point we had looped the roadway all around the baseball diamonds. So at this point we would now be walking back to the camping area - which I didn't really want to do. I liked where the conversation was taking us.

Now my memory does tend to get fuzzy here - all I remember is that we had broken off the option of ever playing together again and out of respect I never tried to pressure Brandon. But here I sensed that I might have piqued his interest. I don't recall who propositioned who first but we were both receptive, so I led a pathway off the road and through the grass to the center of the baseball diamonds.

There was a kiosk in the middle which upon inspection didn't seem too suitable, locked up with nothing more than walls to lean against. But the bleachers we passed by seemed more promising so we walked back there. We climbed up a few rows; halfway up the bleachers and sat down. I reached over and started rubbing Brandon's cock through his shorts. He put an arm around my shoulders allowing me to get closer. Again I got that same sensation as before. Just a sense of being a small guy under the more powerful protective embrace of a real man. I didn't feel feminine though - I felt something else. I felt submissive. Like he knew I was dabbling in the kink of roleplaying getting my mouth raped - and that he might be willing to explore it himself.

It made me excited as I started to fumble with the button and the zipper in his lap so I could get those shorts open. Soon I had freed his cock from his pants and wasted no time taking him into my mouth. He had a bit of a funk this time. I wasn't sure if that was from the heat of the day or that things had changed since we played a few years before. But it's not like it was terrible. It was just a musky man scent, and as I sucked and stroked it was diluted by my spit anyway.

So there I was if you can picture it, sitting beside him and bobbing up and down on his cock, full starlight and not a soul around other than the sound of the campers off in the distance with their music, their generators and their general happy shenanigans. It's not like the far off activities were grabbing my attention, I was just excited to think that someone else on a walk might go by and see what I was doing.

As my thoughts were wandering my mouth and hand were going to town trying to accomplish what I failed the last time we had played together. At this point I felt Brandon's hand move up my back to the back of my head, pushing me down and urging me on, deeper. He remarked "You like it when I push your head down like that?" All I did was murmur an "mmmm-hmmm" as I didn't want to take his cock out of my mouth.

I was starting to feel especially dirty - like I was his bitch to take and use. I wanted to experience more of the sensation so I asked him to take off his shorts. He quickly complied. Soon he was down to socks and tennis shoes and a shirt. As he sat back down on his spot I had an idea I told him I wanted to try.

Now for clarity you need to understand that these were those steel pipe bleachers with wood boards, largely open to the breeze and the elements. And between each row of seats was another board to hold the feet of the people sitting. My first thought was to sit on the seat in front but then I moved down to that board where Brandon's feet were. I sat between his legs and dangled my feet down into the air below the bleacher.

This turned out to be the perfect height as his cock was level with my face. I felt - enclosed. On either side I had his strong legs against my shoulders. Behind me I felt the seat of the row in front of Brandon, just about halfway up my back. And then of course in front of me sat Brandon, his thick meaty dick right at the level of my cum hungry mouth. His hands were free to caress my shoulders and when he did that I felt trapped - but in a good way. He massaged me in large circles as I resumed sucking his dick. Only this time I didn't put my hand on his cock at all, I just held my hands below his seat. I wasn't so much blowing him as much as he was using my mouth like a flesh light.

I felt both of his hands on my hand, tussling the small amount of hair I had as I kept sucking. And then Brandon was very direct, and asked me "So you like getting your mouth fucked?" I pulled off his cock long enough to respond "Oh yeah. I totally want you to fuck my mouth now."

I could tell that this escalated his desire, because in that moment a few things changed. The first is that I felt him squeeze my shoulders together with his thighs, like he was trying to hold me in place, out of excitement the same way that I tightly gripped my wife's hips when I was ploughing into her doggy style. I melted into that dominant squeeze. But the next thing that changed was his pelvis. Previously he was relaxed and sitting back, but now he was starting to thrust up into my mouth. This was new for us and frankly a bit of a risk because he was so big and this position was the complete opposite of a deep throat position, his cock pushing up into my mouth instead of downward. But the third thing that changed was what really got my head game going. It was his hands. His hands which would normally stroke my hair or massage my back - they were now wrapped around the back of my head and as he started to thrust up he held my head there so his dick would go deeper. He was quite literally gripping my skull like he was trying to fuck a small animal or something.

Now if you think that this story is going to be about how I did an awesome job and deep throated that thick meat stick you would be wrong. We needed a different position for that. Instead this was about me fulfilling the reluctant fantasy that my regular hookup couldn't quite provide. It wasn't the dick or the location (both of which I was thoroughly enjoying). Rather it was the way he was taking control, and the words that he was using. I wished that he would take if farther and egg me on to suck him and call me his bitch or his cocksucker.

If I had thought whisky dick was going to be an issue, well then I was wrong. Brandon was pumping my mouth like he was trying to impregnate my face. He was pushing my gag reflex. I gagged a few times in a row and then his hands let up so I took it upon myself, fucking my face on that cock a couple of times and stalling as deep as I could go in that awkward position. I gagged and nearly threw up at this point. I needed a bit of a break so I pulled off and then lowered my mouth to his nuts. Now he doesn't have massive nuts which I found kind of odd because I had always assumed big dicks always had big balls, but I was obviously wrong.

But those nuts, those manly slightly hairy nuts - they fit nicely in my mouth. I sucked them in and out a few times, my hand still on that thick cock which was basically resting on my face. I tried sticking my tongue out so I could bathe the underside of his sac, my tongue flicking out towards his perineum a few times until I sat back and let them fall out with a pop.

Now I was ready to do the deed, to finish the task, to earn that nut.

I unzipped my own fly and took my much smaller cock out which was hard as a rock and began stroking it while I played with my own nuts on the other hand. Looking up at Brandon all I said was "I want you to cum for me." That was all the encouragement he needed.

In that instant my mouth was back on his cock and his hand was on the back of my head urging me on again. I was going with the tempo, gagging myself on his cock in time with his thrusts. One thrust went a bit too far and I gagged and felt the familiar feeling of up-chuck. So I backed off trying to literally swallow my drink back down. Brandon asked me if I was okay and I nodded, wiping away the snot bubble that came out of my nose and returning to his thick slobbery cock.

I could tell he was enjoying it like me. It wasn't much longer after that that he started to moan. Not softly like someone who was enjoying a soft touch, but like a stallion who was ready to dump a thick load. A couple more thrusts and there it was.

I could feel the cum shooting out that thick dick. It was painting the inside of my mouth. It was warm and it was sizeable. I backed off a bit so just the head of his cock was still in my mouth. By this point I was furiously masturbating to try and catch up.

Brandon was now rubbing my shoulders as I continued to keep his thick dick in my mouth. I could tell he appreciated what I had done, but was happy to let me feel him soften in my mouth. His cum was still in my mouth, coating my tongue and my cheeks. I'm sure the goopy mixture had coated my teeth.

I swallowed. It took a couple of goes (it's often hard to swallow when you have a dick still in your mouth) but I really wanted to make sure that I did that for him. His dick continued to soften and now I felt like I could use that to my advantage. Now that he was soft I moved back in and just swallowed that dick like trying to take a pill. The head of his cock went into the back of my throat and just hung there.

I didn't breathe. I didn't adjust the position. I just rested myself against his pubic bone, my nose in his hair. But below, under the seat, I was pulling myself like no tomorrow. It was just a few more seconds and then I started to bust a nut myself. I was trying to asphyxiate myself on his cock as I shot several good blasts under the bleacher and into the grass below.

I shook off the excess and then tucked my spent cock into my shorts while Brandon did the same, his soft cock pulling out with a pop as I attempted to suck him clean. He rubbed my shoulder as a show of appreciation one last time as we started to walk back.

We talked about it, he remarked how it was such a nice night to just sit and get a blowjob under the stars. I enthusiastically agreed but left a parting comment that I wish we could have hooked up in bed like the guy I was meeting on the regular. I thought that if we took our time and I practiced we could do a proper throat fuck and really give him something to remember.

I still hope it happens someday though it hasn't happened yet. I had thought of a few scenarios. One time Camille and Brandon had a house party and I stayed over for the night and caught an uber home the next morning. Brandon said he could have given me a ride - which would have been a great opportunity to either give him road head or to pull over and service him on the side of the highway. I've also thought about reaching out to him to arrange a hotel meet in the daytime - or to meet up at the bathhouse downtown. I've never been but I would love to have some guys watch as I serviced his thick cock again. I'd want to relax in the hot tub, and play in the shower. I'd want to leave the shower curtain open so people could see me sucking his nuts and nursing his cock. And I'd love to have people watch as I let him fuck me from both ends.

If I ever do get the opportunity to play with him again I might write another chapter. After all the second best thing to being watched, is confessing the story to others.