Continued Quest

Continued Quest….

Steve became restless again. Feeling that hole in him. Oh, sure, with the pandemic and common sense screaming for prudence, he knew that he should suppress those feelings.But, as the days ticked by, he couldn’t.

As usual, things started out with ‘innocent’ views of several cruising web pages and apps. Just to see what was out there. And to admire the tingling genitalia in the pictures. Maybe read a few introductions. And, hanging around, messages would come in with ‘wannafucks.’ 

Nice, but he needed something a bit deeper than just a cursory anonymous hookup. (Though if the urge went unsatisfied too long, we all know that Steve would succumb to a quick pump and go)

He noticed on one website that people reported being at a park with an orange gate nearby. Apparently, a place for people into dogging, outdoor semi-public sex and, a meetup place neutral and available. Perhaps anon hookups.Curious, he drove by the ‘park’ (a stand of second-growth timber and shrubs) a few times just to scope it out. 

Sure enough, there were cars parked there oddly separate and not interacting. There was a neighborhood on the north side of moderate-income folk. An observation on a cruising website mentioned that the south side was often used by families and people with dogs.

Surely people in the neighborhood knew what went on in the woods.. How could they not?

Steve was sure that he didn’t want to get arrested for lewd conduct, and the whole outdoors/dogging thing was something from way back as an interest. 

But as the desire to be used grew, the inhibitions shrank. The desire ultimately would win. It always did.

On a cruising site, one of the people he came into contact with was Greg. Greg had a pretty standard profile but had made contact. Turns out Greg was a freak. No blood or permanent marks, but everything under the sun including taboo was on his list of acceptable things when Steve exchanged messages. Greg undersold his freakiness to avoid scaring people off.He really loved the outdoors and the park with the orange gate. 

And was willing to do things that other people weren’t.

Predictably, Steve and Greg arranged to meet at the park.

They chose a damp day with some drizzle; keep more people from taking a stroll in the park for safety.

As agreed, Steve went into the woods first, settling in on a spot that was secluded enough from outside view. Even though it was chilly and damp, he took off his coat, draped it over a tree limb, knelt with his back against a tree. His arms behind his back, each hand holding the other elbow as a gesture of submission. He really wanted to put a blindfold on, but since this was the first meeting, it didn’t seem like the thing to do.

(He hated having to look into someone’s eyes and be presented with the information of what he was and what he was doing. But craved someone making him engage and confront his shame.)

After a couple of minutes with pantlegs soaking wet from the previous rain on the ground and his head and upper body starting to get damp from the spitting rain, he heard rustling as Greg made his way to the spot.

Greg stood and looked over the scene and Steve who was by now really demonstrating his willingness to be a plaything.

“Up, turn around, drop your pants to your knees and lean forward with your hands on the tree.”

Steve complied knowing that the belt was coming.

“I’ve never done this before,” Greg said as he unfastened and drew his belt. “But here goes.”

One strap laid moderately. Two. Three. The strength growing with each strike. Four… Steve lost count soon after. Probably less than 20.

“And, I don’t know why you would say that you wanted a last one extra hard to put you in your place, but since you were stupid enough…..”

Ouch! That one was solid. Stinging.“

Back to your knees.”Steve complied, his cock and balls exposed. Put his arms back in place. (knowing that someday in the future that cuffs, ties, rope, or other physical restraints would happen.)

No words needed to be spoken.

Greg undid his pants, pulled his cock and balls out, and moved in. 

He started with his balls on Steve’s lips for kissing and sucking. This part he knew well and devoted himself to worshiping his balls nicely. Kissing, wetting them, separating them, sucking them.

His cock grew harder the longer. 

Steve worshipped him.

Steve moved up to the base of his cock with his tongue and started working every bit of it that the tongue could reach. Wanted to get him hard and to build up a good load. 

The more Steve could get him to his hardest and load built up, the more he knew that it would be more difficult and somewhat painful when he pulled the face to his crotch and went into Steve’s throat. And to keep up when the eruption of cum when it started.

He moaned and ground. Felt his hands on Steve's head a couple of times. Just guiding gently.

After a couple of minutes, he couldn’t wait and without a word, bent his cock to Steve’s mouth level, pushed in, and just let it sit in Steve’s mouth.

Steve’s tongue was already working, massaging the underside of the cock. When he was still, Steve could feel the cock flexing. His head growing. His urethra pulsating. Steve knew that he was having an effect. And that it kept up, Steve’s mouth would be flooded.

Steve takes over the narrative…

As usual, I tried not to think about what I was doing… Or, if I did, to just make it all about his cock. Just a cock in my mouth….

His moaning became insistent and his cock harder. I moaned encouragement as he was in my mouth. I could tell that he was torn deliciously between wanting to cum and to keep things going as long as possible because it was so enjoyable.

I love that moment and get into a contest of wills; him holding back and me trying to make it so good that he can’t hold back. I win if I get him to cum early.

The contest goes back and forth for a bit and then I feel the head grow huge.

With a groan of relief, he starts cumming. 

The first shots land on the back of my tongue and then suddenly I feel his hands pull hard and slam his pulsating cock into my throat. It’s all I can do to submissively hold my hands behind my back. Especially when I start squirming from the lack of air. He holds on very tightly even with me squirming.

And finally lets go.

I open my mouth fully for him to withdraw as I remember that the head is incredibly sensitive after cumming. I also know that after an orgasm, desire drops immediately. And that’s fine.

“Sorry that I have to go right now, but one of these times I am going to make you drink me…. And that belt… Won’t be just at the beginning… You are a faggot and need to be kept in your place… I’ll be in touch.”

“Stay here for a few minutes before walking out”

Steve was getting uncomfortably cold and wet. As usual, the regrets piled up. 

“Why do I let men do this to me? Or encourage them to do these things to me?”

“He said he was DDF. I really hope so.”

“Now that he’s had his jollies, he’s gone and I am back to my ass hurting, cum in my mouth, and hating myself.”

Steve got up and walked to the south exit of the stand of the trees, climbed into his truck, and started driving home.

He shamed himself in his own mind, chided himself.

But knew that he would before long find another person to do vile things to him. He needs it. 

And, there hasn’t been a single person who has been able to be THAT person who would do all these things to him.

Steve knew that he had a couple of messages waiting in his inbox.. Maybe one of those would pan out.

The Quest Continues.