A Walk in the Woods with Benefits

I don't often play with other guys. I don't have much quality time by myself at home. Sometimes I have to go find an isolated spot, or go to a cruising area where I can find some privacy - or better!- and masturbate. When I do and decide to try and meet guys interested in M2M action, it seems I always hit the cruising spots when no one is there, or when cops are around. It even happened once that I had found the opportunity and time to go to a spot, only to get there and see the yellow police tape delimiting a crime scene! However, I had a nice opportunity last year, with my wife out of town, to have some time by myself. I went to a nearby cruising spot in a secluded area, at the end of a narrow road cut by a locked gate. There is one business and a parking lot on the whole length of the road, about a mile and a half; vehicles that don't stop at the business continue on to the parking lot, where there seem to be two crowds: dog walkers, and cruisers. As I was turning left onto that road, a guy turned right onto it just ahead of me. We both stopped at the parking lot, he heading into a parking spot, I backing into a spot about one car-width away from his car, facing each other as we were coming out of our cars. I nodded and greeted him, he shyly said "Hi!" back, nothing more. He looked to be in his late forties. A couple of trails start right from the parking lot, another one starts right across the road, and still one more starts at a locked gate that cuts off traffic on the road, making it a dead end. I went to one of the trails off the parking lot, he went down the next trail. No one else was in sight on my trail. I had to pee, and did it in the open in the middle of the trail then headed back toward my car. Passing the mouth of the trail the other guy had taken, I saw him down the trail, about 200 feet away, walking back toward the parking lot. I headed in his direction. Once I was by him, I stopped and initiated some mundane small talk, noticing immediately, and taking a mental note, that his fly was wide open. Looked promising! He asked me if this was my first time there, if I knew how long the trail he was on was and where it was leading, etc. I asked him whether he went there often. We kept talking, then, as we were getting close to the parking lot, I asked him whether he knew any quiet spot nearby that we might go to. He said, yeah, follow me. We crossed the narrow road (this was practically at a dead end, owing to the gate), then walked into a nearby bush somewhat off the trail, which was itself winding through a clearing. Even though I was taking the initiative, I was nonetheless feeling a bit nervous. As he was leading the way, I was walking behind him and quietly opened my fly. After a few steps into the bush, he stopped and turned around. He looked around, somewhat nervously, then looked at me and mentioned in a falsely innocent tone that my fly was open. I replied "Oh yeah, and so is yours, by the way!" He asked me how come my fly was open; I asked him why his was open. He said "Well ,I dunno". To which I replied "I don't know either!". Then he moved closer to me, grabbed my crotch and started rubbing my bulge and grabbing my hardening cock through my jeans. I started grabbing his crotch too, feeling it gently. I located his dick and started stroking it through his jeans. In no time had I my hand inside his pants, through his open fly, reaching to free his cock from its confinement, lowering the elastic band of his silk briefs to grab this still hardening dick directly. I fished it out of his fly, started stroking it; it was not very big even fully erect, but still, it was a nice little uncut cock maybe 4 1/2", 5" long at the most. I told him it was nice, and stroked it while also rubbing under his balls through his jeans. He now had his hand inside my pants too through my fly and was trying to get to my cock by reaching down and up through the leg of my briefs. I stopped him, took his hand and guided it toward the top of my briefs; I was wearing some bikini briefs, which I do when I anticipate an encounter of this type, or feel like showing off my cock and balls easily at public urinals. He gladly took out my hard cock, commented on how nice he found it, caressed my smooth balls (which I was shaving at the time), and started stroking my cock faster! I kept the pace stroking him. He asked me whether anybody was coming, and I told him I could see a woman walking her big dog nearby (attractive tall blonde that I would have preferred having there to play with!), but not really coming our way. He looked a bit nervous, but I whispered that she had not seen us and was keeping going; we kept stroking each other. Soon afterward, I felt him tense, and his cock twitch. He shot his load, but I just kept stroking it, loosening my grip so it would be pleasurable to him. I waited a bit to let his cock drain, then he wanted to put it back into his pants, but I asked him to wait, and milked it with my forefinger running up along the bottom of his cock a couple of times until the last drop of cum had come out of it. He then put his cock back into his pants, thanked me, and said he had to go to his wife now. Before he turned around to leave, I drew his attention to the cum that had dripped on one of his shoes. He wiped it away with some foliage and left right away. Now, I was left high and dry, still hard and begging for some release. I figured I could try my hand at another cruising spot a few miles away. The place was empty when I got there (familiar story), but I found myself a nice quiet little spot in the bush, where I took my cock out through my fly, opened my jeans and lowered them and my briefs to mid-thighs so my balls would be free. I got hard in no time and came after just a few strokes. I let it fly so I could keep stroking while cumming, instead of shooting into my left hand like I do at home (when I want to catch my cum). Satisfied at last, I drove back home. I owed a guy from a previous encounter a cum, I figured this was my way of giving without receiving, after receiving without giving (see my "Adventures in Cycling")