Raw Sordid Sex in the Woods

I was fast approaching 22 and beginning to take stock of my life. I liked girls but I was very curious about men. At the time there was no internet or phone sex lines just stories on toilet walls. I worked as a rep in the Midlands so knew all the cottages on my patch. I enjoyed reading the stories and looking through the holes in the walls between the cubicles.

There was one occasion when a guy shoved his cock through one of the bigger holes. I wanted to get down on my knees and suck it but I was too scared. However, I did wank him off. He covered my suit and shirt in cum, it was dripping off my tie and into my briefs. I scooped some up with finger and licked it. I could taste his cum for the rest of the day, I felt quite proud of the cum stains on my shirt.

I could never really come to terms about my feelings for men and so ended up getting married. I was still a virgin on my wedding night, my wife however, was not. She was quite experienced although she wouldn't talk about her previous boyfriends.

My wife looked gorgeous in her white wedding dress. Underneath she was wearing the customary garter, stockings and suspenders. We were back in our room by 10:30, we stood kissing and slowly undressed each other. My wife reached between my legs expecting to find a rock hard cock but I was totally flaccid. At first she wasn't phased by it, I guess she thought it may be nerves. After writhing around on top of me for about 10 mins with no response she flopped down on the bed and told me it was like flogging a dead horse. I cuddled her and apologised, she started to cry. It was not how I wanted our marriage to start.

The next morning I woke up at 4am sporting a huge hard-on. I cuddled up to my wife and slipped my cock between her legs. She reached around and grabbed my cock and purred with excitement. She pulled me on top of her but her cunt was like a bucket. I couldn't feel a thing and soon went soft. She went down on me and eventually got me hard enough to fuck her.The only thing that kept me hard was thinking of the guy in the toilets and how he had covered my shirt in spunk. And that's how it went on, whenever I had sex with my wife I thought about other men. Over the years I had many fantasies during those 10 minutes of sex with my wife.

By the time we reached our 40's sex had become almost non existent. I was pretty sure my wife was having affairs with other men. To be honest this excited me. The idea of her being full of another man's cum turned me on. I began to really enjoy going down on her with this thought in my mind. On occasions I really did think I could taste cum as I licked out her cunt. I got really good at it and she had whole body organisms. It was probably the only thing that kept us together.

The years past and although we still lived together we had separate lives. I was 45 when we got divorced. We sold the house splitting the proceeds. I moved into an small two up two down house around the corner from where we used to live.

One evening I was driving home from work a journey I must have done over a thousand times. The route took my past a well known gay cruising spot. I often slowed down as i passed it as I was curious to see what sort of men that stopped there. I don't know why but I was always surprised to see some really expensive cars parked up there, even the odd Porsche. Most of the men wore suits but there was an occasional trucker in day-glow yellow.

Suddenly I found myself pulling over and parking up. My heart was racing and I could feel it thumbing in my chest. I sat there for a while just watching through the windscreen and rear view mirror.

There was no one in the car in front or behind but I could see men in some of the other cars. I could see a muddy track leading into the bushes between the road and the nearby garden centre. I got out the car and pretended to look for something in the boot of the car. I looked up the line of cars and could see a man having a cigarette. He saw me looking and began walking towards me. I got a bit nervous and got back in the car and locked the doors. As he approached our eyes met and we both smiled, he stopped beside the passenger window and gazed in. I'm guessing he was expecting me to be wanking but although I was rock hard I didn't get my cock out just in case he was the police. I began to feel a bit nervous and so started the car and drove off home.

The next evening I was back there again. I sat in the car trying to work up the courage to follow the muddy track into the bushes. I took a deep breath and got out of the car. I began having second thoughts. What if someone drove past I knew. I started to panic. Should I get back in the car and drive off or get out of sight in the bushes. I decided to follow the track into the bushes. It had been raining the track was really muddy and my smart shoes were covered in mud. I saw a man coming back down the track towards the lay-by and I turned and walked back to the car. I got back in the car not really wanting to drive off again.

I waited a couple of minutes then got out of the car and walked back down the muddy track. As I approached the clearing I could see men standing around, they had all got their cocks out and were wanking. All the men were in suits apart from one young guy that looked like he was out jogging. He was leaning up against a tree his jogging bottoms around his ankles. An older bald headed man was on his knees wanking and sucking the young guy's huge cock.

Another man came up behind the bald headed man and began fucking him with another man waiting in line. The first guy shot his load and the other man took his place fucking the bald headed man.

The bald headed man shot his load, pulled his trousers up and walked past me back down the track. The young guy looked over and beckoned me closer. I knelt down in the spunk and the mud and took his sticky cock into my warm mouth and began sucking it. I'd never sucked another man's cock before but it just seemed to come naturally to me. It was fucking fantastic I don't know why I had resisted the feelings for so long.

I went to work on the young guys cock, determined to make him cum in my mouth. I could feel the wetness of the ground soaking into my trousers as with one hand I pulled them down over my ass.

Another man came up behind me and started fingering my ass. I pushed back on his hand urging him to really stretch my ass. I felt like a dog on heat with my gaping ass in the air. Without saying a word he lubed my ass and began fucking me raw.

I was being spit-roasted for the first time in my life and I was loving it. My head was swimming and I found it difficult to concentrate on one thing or the other.

One thing was for sure I wanted the guy I was sucking to come in my mouth. He was being fucked hard and with each thrust I could taste precum as it oozed from his cock. The suddenly his cock got very hard and a flood of cum started spurting into my mouth. The guy behind him was fucking him so hard it was difficult to keep his cock in my mouth. Jets of cum kept shooting out all over my face and in my hair. By the time he had finished I was covered in cum.

The young guy put himself away and walked off. With no one to hold on to I braced myself against a tree as the guy behind me continued pounding my ass. Men were walking passed all the time, one knelt down next to me and began licking the cum off my face before snogging me, spitting it back down my throat. Then he disappeared between my legs laying down in the mud and the spunk to suck my cock. The guy with his cock deep in my ass let out a deep growl like a bear as he filled my ass with cum. It didn't take me long to cum I was so stoked. And soon I too unloaded into the guys mouth laying beneath me.

Slowly it began to dawn on me what I'd done. I felt a bit guilty and headed back to the car. However the next day I was back again and soon I was a regular. I went down most days after work to suck and be fucked and I loved it.