Describe your best blow job

I realised in the previous chapter that I redacted the names of the two characters at the end. As this is partially based on fact then the writer is me, Malcy and the guy I met I'll just use his initials - HB.

As I knelt there on the soft forest floor watching my new found gay friend HB and his (gay?) dog Scotty walk off slowly down the path in front of me I couldn't help but feel a tinge of disappointment and a little frustration that it was all over. HB had his release, but all I had were some dribbles of pre-cum in my jockstrap. 🤭

I stood up and called on Snowy. He was nowhere to be seen! Whilst I was busy pleasuring HB he must have wandered off by himself. I thought he would have been happy playing with Scotty.

I whistled his usual call sign, but I could not see or hear him. I eventually started to shout his name loudly. Nothing, not a sign.

On hearing me shout, HB turned and started to head back towards me – his own dog obediently walking to heel and off the lead.

“What’s wrong,” he shouted over, “Snowy missing?”

“Yes, he’s nowhere to be seen. It’s most unlike him”.

“He’ll normally come bounding back at the first whistle from me. Very strange. I wonder if he’s got caught somewhere. I didn’t take his lead off when I was…” and then about to describe the blow job, I got slightly embarrassed and just nodded my head in the general direction of HB's bulge!

“Yes, I get how you might have been distracted!” said HB grinning wildly, obviously thinking back to what had happened just a few moments ago.

“Let me help you find him,” he said. “I’ll let Scotty off his lead, maybe he can help?”

He reached down and unclipped Scotty’s lead saying, “Off you go, see if you can find Snowy”.

“The last time I saw him was over there towards those thick bushes. Let’s head over in that direction”.

As we left the safety of the path behind, the ferns, nettles and bushes became thicker and we both started to get our bare legs scratched and bloody.

All the time we were both shouting “Snowy!” at the top of our voices. There was no sign of him, nor was there any sign of anyone else, hikers or dog walkers. It was eerily quiet.

We continued into the undergrowth, HB’s dog making easy work of sneaking along at ground level below the worst of the bushes. All of a sudden, we could hear barking. I knew it wasn’t Snowy’s bark though.

“Do you think your dog might have found something HB?”

“The barks seem to be coming from just over there beyond this thicket of hawthorn bushes.”

We both pushed our way forward gingerly, me in front with HB following on behind. Despite all that was going on and the potential for having lost my dog, I was still incredibly horny. I was sure my hard-on was still visible through my tiny nylon football shorts. With the narrow path we were cutting HP could only see my rear though. Thank goodness.

I wondered what he was thinking right now! 😈

We continued on our way, getting closer to where the sound was, when suddenly I heard a ripping sound and then felt cold air about my bottom. My nylon shorts had caught on a thorn and as I stepped forward ripped almost from my waist down to the gusset between my legs.

“Oh, my goodness,” HB said, “are you not wearing any underwear?”

“Is the rip that bad? I’m wearing a jock strap can you not see?”

“No! It looks like your naked. I just see your lovely hairy arse! Keep going though. We’re nearly out of this,” said HB.

I forced myself through the last of the thicket and turned to see HB emerge. His lycra compression shorts hadn’t faired too well either. They had several slashes across the front of the legs through which I could see thorn scratches, some of which had drawn blood.

As I had forced my way through the last of the jaggy bushes, I hadn’t spotted that my shorts had been caught again and had been completely ripped off. I could see them in tatters hanging on the thorn bush just behind HB, leaving me standing there in just sneakers, white (of course!) jockstrap and my tiny t-short that barely reached my waist! What a sight we must have looked!

I turned around and saw that we were in a clearing completely surrounded by the thicket but there at the far edge was Snowy – his lead caught on a branch and with Scotty beside him, barking to show us where he was. Ignoring my state of nakedness, I reached forward to unclip Scotty from the branch and remove his lead before he did any more damage.

At that, Scotty and Snowy started playing vigorously together again.

“These boys! They just can’t leave each other alone” I said, turning to see HB rather the worse for wear from dragging himself through the thicket. In my mind, I thought back to the moment when the dogs playing together kicked off our first encounter!

“Oh, my goodness” I said “I’m really sorry. Your shorts and top looked ripped to shreds. You’ll have to let me buy you replacements”.

“Have you looked at yourself?” HB said, “Your clothes are in just as bad a state. In fact, you're not wearing any shorts anymore and that jockstrap looks like it’s about to fall off.”

We both laughed and looked each other up and down. “Oh my – if someone saw us now, they would wonder what on earth we had been up to,” I said.

At that, HB said “Well why don’t we give them something to think about then!” as he reached over and cupped my bulge through my jockstrap causing my cock to thicken.

The afternoon was still warm, so I grabbed my top, pulled it over my head and then ripped the last strap holding my jockstrap up. I was now naked in a remote forest with an incredibly sexy man. A man whom I only met less than an hour ago and to whom I had already given one of my best blow jobs.

Maybe It was my turn?

Was he a top or a bottom? I didn’t know but if I was to hazard a guess, I’d say he looked and acted like a top, an alpha top!

His hands pulled me in close to him and he wrapped his arms around my torso feeling my warm naked skin under them. As he lent in to kiss me, I said, “Have you got a condom?”

I immediately had second thoughts – maybe I was being a bit presumptuous. Rushing things too quickly as usual. I needn't have worried as HB replied, “Actually, I have, in the little pouch that I carry my doggy poo bags. I always come prepared You never know who you might meet whilst out walking”.

“Will you be able to get hard, cum again even so quickly after that blow job”.

“Of course, that was sufficient time”.

“Here,” he said throwing me the familiar square foil packet “you can put it on me, I like that.”

Definitely an Alpha Top. 

I got down on my knees and reached up to pull his lycra shorts down his legs, getting him to step out of them before throwing them casually to the side. As his shorts revealed his cock it nearly hit me in the face before slapping against his belly! Wow! Impressive.

Whilst I was peeling off his shorts, he pulled his top over his head throwing that off to the side too.

What a sight we must have looked. Two grown men completely naked, other than our shoes, in the middle of a public park – albeit well hidden from view – or at least that's what we thought.

I took HB’s cock in my mouth once again before sliding on the condom.

I stood up and we resumed our kissing – all mouths and faces, holding on to each other tightly.

HB broke away from the embrace to turn me around and began stroking down the length of my back, long loving strokes, leaning in to kiss the back and neck. He continued to move his hands easily down my back until he reached my ass cheeks. Smoothing and caressing them, squeezing into them, and releasing.

His thumb teased my hole. The fondling made me whimper. HB spat into his hand and smoothed it over his engorged cock, before slipping a wet finger between my cheeks and up my anus. He pushed me back down onto my hands and knees in front of him, gently slipping his cock deep inside me in one smooth movement.

We both released deep moans at the penetration. HB began slowly as he moved in and out of me. The intensity increasing with each penetration, he gripped my hips as he royally fucked me. I was in ecstasy. Then leaning lightly on top of me, balancing himself on one arm, he reached around and gripped my cock firmly.

His penetration slowed to barely moving, enough to keep him in total arousal as he rubbed my swollen cock. I was by now moaning loudly, hoping there was no one close enough to hear. Such was my level of arousal from our encounter it only took a few brief moments before my seed pumped out onto the forest floor. Almost immediately it seemed, my orgasmic moaning and spasms were enough to send HB's cock into spasms of ejaculation inside my ass.

HB hugged his arms around my waist, holding me firmly. Eventually, we both slumped to the forest floor, finished and content on this warm summer day.

After what seemed like ages, and with the light fading fast, HB’s cock plopped out of my ass. I pulled off the condom and put it into one of the doggy poo back for disposal later. We both stretched and stood up.

“Where have those dogs gone to now?” I said.

“What the fuck! Where are our clothes” exclaimed HB. 🫢

Looking over to where I had flung them and back at the bushes where my shorts had caught, I could see he was correct. They were nowhere to be seen!

“Where the heck are they?”

“Oh no! What are we going to do?

We need to find the dogs and we're both stark naked”.

So what do think? What happened and might there be a part 3?