Mutual Curiosity

I’m not sure how it started. I suppose it was me being curious about things that had happened in my past that were, in my mind, labelled as unfinished business. That is why I ended up on a masturbation site and that’s how I got chatting to Steve. Steve had a lovely cock, one of the nicest I have seen in a long while, and as nice as the one I sucked many years ago when my then-girlfriend and I was heavily involved in the swinging scene. We ended up seeing a couple where he was orally-bi and I had it in me to give it a go. I did. But it ended at the cock-sucking and no bodily fluids were exchanged. I always felt there was more to try – more to do.                  Steve is a bit of a wanker; in a good sense. He loves to masturbate outdoors; in woods or on mountains and even in his car; though that is a little more dangerous. We had planned to meet late in the morning on a flattened escarpment that overlooked the valley; just before the mountainous terrain took off into the sky.  Not too late, so that we could avoid loads of hikers walking everywhere but not too early either. The plan was to meet have a chat near the tree-lined lake that was held in the cusp of the land and maybe a drink afterwards in the pub. I told him that I would meet him on the mountain as I had plans to photograph the valley from the top. This meant that I would be there much earlier than him and would be making my way down the mountain at around eight in the morning while he would still be in bed.  The descent was slow going as I was stopping and taking pictures since the dawn had begun. It was well past the golden hour and I continued down to the arranged meeting point. I approached the tree-lined area a little before nine-thirty and I could see a few benches in the distance by the shoreline. A man was sitting on one of them with a flask of hot coffee but I wasn’t sure whether that was Steve or not. I approached cautiously and from a direction that he would not think to look in; through the densely packed pine trees.  I took out my longest lens and attached it to the camera. I focused on the person sitting on the bench and realised that it was Steve. I took a couple of pictures while slowly moving around to his right. He occasionally sipped his drink in the silence of his surroundings but what caught my eye was his right arm; moving up and down slowly, deliberately, doing something. I smiled. A few more inches to my right and I had a clear shot of his hand on his erect cock. Up and down like he was meditating to the god of masturbation. I took a few shots, zoomed in and took some close-ups of his hand and the red bulbous head. I backtracked and made my way to the path that would lead to the benched area and started to make a lot of noise as I watched him shuffle and turn his back on the path; shoving his cock back into his trousers before he turned to see who was approaching. “Hi,” I announced, “Steve, right,” I said, uncertain that it was him, but pretty sure that it was. Steve returned my greeting as I slipped my leg over the wooden bench; straddling it in the process. We sat facing each other on the same side of the bench and exchanged some pleasantries. I put my camera on the table and my bag on the floor. It was a relief to get the weight off my back. After a few smiles and a few laughs, I asked him whether he had had a wank. “No,” he replied, “ a bit early for that,” he joked. I switched the camera on, fiddled with a few buttons and positioned it in front of him so that he could view the screen. “Been wanking have you?” I asked again. I could see him blush. “Bastard…” He said, shaking his head in the process. “Go on then, get it out for me.” I looked him in the eye, we had discussed the meeting, we had discussed our enthusiasm to masturbate but we had never done it in front of each other, not even over Skype or suchlike. He looked me in the eye, “you too,” he replied. After looking around us to make sure the coast was clear, we both reached down and started to unbutton our trousers. The combined action of unzipping frightened the wildlife momentarily but they got over it. We pushed our trousers down a little, mine was a bit tight and so I had to push them a little further but it was enough to push our pants to one side so that we could gaze on each others’ cocks. Steve’s was still sporting a semi and so it was nicely plump; poised for action as they say. Mine was as limp as a rag doll, but I was getting excited just watching his cock flex and pulse before my eyes. “Shall we,” I said. Steve nodded and we both held our cocks and started to masturbate. I couldn’t take my eyes off his lengthening flesh and it seemed his eyes were fixed on mine. We started to coax them into life. A tug here, a pull there, our balls pulled off the bench in our enthusiasm to get them to full length. I even used the palm of my other hand on the crown to smear my pre-cum all over the head. Steve’s pre-cum also leaked but he left it in place, teasing me no end. “I can’t believe we’re doing this,” I told him. “Me neither,” he replied, “but fuck, I feel so horny,” he added. I was feeling the same and a little apprehensive at the same time. Apprehensive because I no longer spurt that much and while at our age that is a bit of a problem, I knew that Steve did. So a little more than apprehensive. I watched as he started to pull on his cock with eagerness. He leaned a little backwards allowing me to see him stroke his full length, his other hand strayed to his balls and I could see they were full to bursting. I was doing the same. Like me, Steve couldn’t take his eyes off my cock and we watched each other work our respective members into a frenzy. There was something I wanted to do, but neither of us said a word and we continued to masturbate. Eventually, I came out with it. “Can I do you?” “Thought you’d never ask,” he smiled. I shuffled closer to him and we both reached out to circle our hands around each other’s erection. I felt a surge of pleasure as I felt the heat of his cock permeate the palm of my hand. For some reason, it was much hotter than mine, or at least it felt it. His pre-cum was drying on the end of his cock. I wanted it desperately and I smeared it over the end with my thumb. My pulse was racing as was Steve’s and we pleasured each other for a few more minutes with gentle strokes and hard tugs. I was working myself up into a frenzy. There was more I wanted to do and I took the opportunity when more of his pre-cum oozed from his cock. With my other hand, I smeared it onto my finger and with a surge of excitement, I sucked my finger clean. Fuck, he tasted good. We were both approaching our climax and I told Steve how good it felt to have someone masturbate my cock as I masturbated them. He agreed with me but we knew that one of us would come before the other and I was pretty sure that would be Steve. For two reasons: one, I always take a while and second, I knew what I had planned before we decided to meet up. I could feel him stiffen in my hand, I could feel his cock swell and I could see his balls tighten. He was getting closer. Much closer. I pulled hard and fast on his cock and I knew I would have to go through with it. I knew what I needed to do and I hoped he would be surprised and pleased when I did it. Steve announced he was coming and wanted to know whether I was as close as he was. “Come for me,” I encouraged, “Come for me now.” He let out a groan and I pumped his cock staring intently at the little crack that would spurt forth his spunk. Spunk I would not see. Steve lifted his bottom off the seat and I took my chance. I pulled away from him; tearing his hand from my own cock and I dipped my body forwards. My mouth came upon his cock as my hand crept to the head, by the time my hand had descended to his balls my lips surrounded his head and I sucked eagerly on his cock. I bobbed my head as my hand continued its pumping action. It wasn’t long before I was rewarded. His hot, creamy fluid filled my mouth. At first, I was shocked to receive my first mouthful of cum from anyone other than my own. And then it hit me, the pleasure buzz was insane; I was euphoric as if I was high on drugs. My cock was stiffening without being touched. His cum flooded my mouth and I swallowed hard while still pumping on his cock with my hands. Every upward stroke caused more spunk to shoot into my mouth. I started to savour it; swilling it about a few times until swallowing it. I milked him dry at the expense of my own orgasm and I loved it. The blasphemous words that came from his mouth let me know that he enjoyed it. It wasn’t shock or the surprise at being sucked off by another bloke, it wasn’t disgust. It was pure pleasure. I admit, I had ticked a box and was pleased to see the smile on his face when I lifted my head. Steve immediately edged closer to me pinning my legs to the bench under his. His hand grasped my cock and he started wanking it hard and fast until I couldn’t hold back any longer. His filthy words encouraged me and pleaded with me to come over his hand. I climaxed and was surprised to find that a jet of spunk flew out to encase his fist. The whole meeting was unbelievable. It wasn’t what we had planned at all, we were going to have a chat about it all, a walk to the pub in the valley and a few pints and then who knows. If I hadn’t crept up on Steve, hadn’t noticed his hand and hadn’t spotted him masturbating, then I wouldn’t have challenged him and it wouldn’t have turned out as it did. After all the excitement we hurried to put our trousers back on. We had only had our trousers on for less than five minutes when three hikers, two women and a bloke rounded the hillside. They would have been upon us in seconds. Fortunately, I don’t produce that much spunk and Steve’s was firmly in my stomach, so they wouldn’t have any idea what we were up to. We left soon after they arrived. “Pint,” Steve said. “Yes,” I agreed, “but next time you’re gonna splash it all over my face.” I am still wondering to this day whether we should have stayed in the hope that the three of them got their kit off for a quick threesome or moresome on that mild, yet sunny hill.