Describe your best blow job

It was a gorgeous summer’s day, and I had some time off mid-week, so I decided I’d go for a walk with my dog around some of the forest trails in nearby Hoge Veluwe National Park. We had temperatures in the mid-twenties for several days now and the weather didn’t look like changing so I just went in shorts and a t-shirt.

I was wearing my royal blue, vintage nylon Adidas football shorts – noticeably short and if it weren’t for my jockstrap, I suspect my balls would be hanging out one leg! On top, I had a plain white cotton t-shirt that just came to my waist – short enough that as I walked it showed a bit of skin between the top of my shorts and the bottom of my t-shirt. I wasn’t too worried though as it was warm enough to be so scantily dressed.

I took my West Highland Terrier – aptly named Snowy – with me. I’d keep him on the lead though, as he was unpredictable around other dogs.

When we arrived at the car park, I checked out a trail on my mobile phone and we headed off. Snowy wouldn’t walk for too long but I’d found a loop that would take me through the woods and return me to the car park in around 90 minutes.

As Snowy and I stepped into the forest on this glorious day, a symphony of sounds and a vibrant display of colours surrounded us. The air was filled with the earthy scent of pine and the sweet fragrance of wildflowers. The sunlight filtered through the dense tree canopy, creating dappled patterns on the forest floor.

The ground beneath our feet was soft, covered in a carpet of fallen leaves, pine needles, and moss. The trees towered above us, their leaves rustling in the gentle breeze. Various shades of green dominated the landscape, from the deep emerald of the pine trees to the lighter hues of deciduous leaves.

Birds were singing melodiously, their calls echoing through the trees. We caught the trill of a robin, the cooing of doves, and was that the rhythmic tapping of a woodpecker in the distance I could hear? Insects buzzed and chirped, contributing to the lively chorus of the forest and bees hummed as they flitted from flower to flower, collecting nectar.

As we continued on our journey, we saw squirrels scampering along the branches overhead – luckily Snowy didn’t see them! I’m told if we’re lucky, we might spot a deer grazing – but not today.

The warmth of the sun filtered through the leaves, creating pockets of shade and sunlight. There was a stream nearby, and it was quiet enough to hear the gentle babbling of water as it flowed over the rocks, providing a refreshing soundtrack to our walk.

As we continued to navigate the forest trail, devoid of any other walkers, we came across wildflowers in full bloom, their petals displaying a kaleidoscope of colours and butterflies dancing from flower to flower, adding flashes of brilliance to the greenery around us.
Walking through a forest on a hot summer's day is such a sensory experience. It immerses you in the beauty and vitality of nature. The sights, sounds, and scents combine to create a serene and enchanting atmosphere, making it a memorable journey through the heart of the Hoge Veluwe wilderness. Little did I know that it was about to get even more memorable for very different reasons!

I was already totally relaxed and enjoying our walk in the heat of the afternoon. We’d been walking for about 45 minutes when I began to wonder if we’d taken a wrong turn somewhere. The path we were on didn’t seem to match up with the instructions on my mobile. However, rather than turn back or panic, it was such a lovely peaceful afternoon I decided to carry on for a while. Snowy still seemed to be enjoying himself, stopping to follow various scents every so often. I hadn’t seen another person for ages, and I wondered if other dog walkers ever used these trails.

After a while, I saw someone else coming towards me. He was also walking a dog. From the distance, it looked like a black Scottish Terrier – a Scottie dog. I hadn’t seen one of those around for a long time. The guy was tall – about my height six foot two – fit with blond hair and looked a little younger than me. But I’m not a great guesser of ages. He was wearing sporty gear – black Nike compression shorts down to his knees and a black Under Armor sleeveless compression top.

If he’d popped up in Grindr I’d have tapped! I might be no good at guessing ages but my gaydar was usually pretty accurate!

I said “hello” as he got closer and before he could reply “Such a gorgeous day, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Scotty and I have been walking for ages and haven't come across another person. It’s so peaceful. Such a lovely place.”

He had a friendly smile and, despite being total strangers I already felt an affinity. I eyed him up and down and marvelled at the bulges in all the right places beneath his lycra. I was already stiffening at the sight of his fit body.

Before either of us could say any more I noticed that Snowy had taken a great interest in Scotty – who wasn’t on a lead – and was sniffing around his rear quarters.
“Snowy come away from there” I shouted.

“It’s fine” said the Scotties’ owner “They’re just doing what dogs do.”

Snowy continue to sniff around and get very friendly with Scotty! I noticed that eventually he was very obviously licking Scotty’s balls! Scotty lay down on his side in the ferns allowing my Snowy easy access to his genitals. I tried to pull him away, but he was enjoying it as he dug his heels in and resisted my tugs!

“Snowy! Come away and leave the poor dog alone.”

His owner seemed unconcerned just standing watching the sight before him. “It’s fine,” he said, “they’re enjoying themselves”.
Before I could stop myself, I replied, “If only us guys could be as familiar on first meeting.”!
“Oh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to be so forward. What must you think of me?” I blabbered on.

“It’s okay,” the Scottie’s owner said, “I agree.” He continued, his smile broadening.
I glanced down to see the beginnings of a very visible erection growing in his lycra shorts. The sight of that raised the blood flow in my own cock and it wasn’t long before my shorts were obscenely tented.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had my balls licked in Hoge Veluwe before” he said reaching out to place a hand on my shoulder before gently pushing me to the ground. Kneeling in front of him I was directly in front of his gorgeous lycra-covered bulge.

“What are you waiting on boy,” he said in a deep commanding voice, and he pulled his shorts down to his knees releasing his beautiful stiff cock. It bounced upwards and hit his belly before settling at 90 degrees directly in front of my mouth. Not wanting to seem too eager I spent some time kissing his thighs, getting closer and closer to his balls as I did so. I made sure he could hear the kissing noises, loudly smacking my lips to affect his sense of hearing with erotic sounds.

He let out a loud moan when I put one of his balls into my mouth. I swished it around inside my mouth, and then I switched to the other one whilst continuing to stroke his thighs with my hands. He started breathing harder when, with some effort, I managed to put both his balls into my mouth at once. I continued, tenderly licking his balls while warming them up with my hot mouth. I used my tongue to move them around; my lips were completely enveloping his entire sack, right up to the root of his cock. My hands began to stroke his cock.

"Oh, oh,” he moaned!" He didn't seem capable of saying much else. I liked that; turning a guy on so much he couldn't say much more. Who’s in control now?!

I removed his balls from my mouth and licked his shaft with the tip of my tongue. Starting at the root, I worked my way up to the sensitive underside of his cock, right under the head. I gave that area some licks and then teased him a bit with some long slow licks up and down the shaft. When I knew he needed more direct stimulation, I finally put my lips around the whole head of his cock and started to gently suck him off. Fondling his balls with my hand, I slowly lowered my mouth over his entire organ, eventually getting it deep inside my mouth.

By now I’d let go of Snowy’s lead and our two dogs were off running wild, enjoying themselves too. I was worried that I’d struggle to get him to come back but the excitement of the task ahead of me was too strong to distract me!

I slowly bobbed my head up and down his groin, getting my hands behind him and squeezing his buttocks. I could hear his breathing getting heavier; I knew he was deeply enjoying his blowjob. I stopped for just a second so I could answer a question that might have been in his mind.

"When you feel close to orgasm, don't worry. I swallow! Just let your load out in my throat."

He began to buck his hips back and forth; I stroked the root of his cock with my hands and swallowed his shaft again. Swirling my tongue wildly around the underside of the head of his cock, I drove him mad with desire. He was sweating; I could feel it on his buttocks and his thighs as they brushed against my face. He kept groaning and moaning with pleasure as I became firmer with my sucking. I drooled and slobbered all over his groin, trying to make the blowjob as wet and messy as possible.

Even though I was focused on his cock and his pleasure I was aware that my own cock was still trying to break out of my shorts and wondered if I might get some release myself after this?

"Oh, oh, that feels so good..." he moaned.

I loved that I’d turned him from a demanding alpha male to someone I now had complete control over!

I returned to his cock, sucking it like a slut in heat. I made sexual sounds to excite him; years of watching gay porn had taught me that men love hearing erotic moans during a blow job.

"Mmm...Oh...Mmppphh...UM!" I moaned. It was hard to say anything more coherent with my mouth filled up. I swished his cock inside my cheeks, getting it as deep into my throat as possible while breathing through my nose. I was buried into his lap; his cock completely inside my mouth, his thighs pressed up against my cheeks, my nose in his lap. My forehead brushed up against his long pubic hair.

Scottie’s owner’s groans were getting louder and his breathing more desperate. I firmly grabbed his dick with strong suction from my mouth as I fondled his heavy balls. His balls began to draw closer to his thighs, a sign that his orgasm was imminent. I intended to milk him dry; I sucked and licked him lovingly while stroking his balls. I looked up; his eyes were tightly shut, and his hands were gently resting on the back of my head – not controlling my actions. I liked that. Allowing me to focus and complete my task without his interference.

"Oh...I'm going to come soon. I can't hold it much longer..."

I didn't answer him verbally; I just sucked him faster and made moaning noises as I prepared to finish him off. My pace and intensity grew with each trip up and down his organ; I made loud slurping and sucking sounds with my mouth. His cock was rock hard and throbbing; I could feel it shaking. I visualized the hot white cum loaded up in his balls getting ready to squirt hard.

"OH! Fuck! OHHHHH!" the contractions began, and his erection flexed. I focused the muscles of my mouth and tongue intently on the head of his dick while tightening my grip around his balls. I felt the pre-cum that I had been tasting throughout the blowjob start to drip out even more.

Then the explosion came.

I have given many blowjobs and swallowed many loads of cum, but even so, this was still a very intense rush. I bobbed my head up and down and forced myself to quickly swallow it up, not wanting to lose a drop. He grabbed my head tightly, but I didn't mind, I knew his orgasm was intense and he needed something to grip onto.

Spurt after spurt of hot cum shot down my throat. I was able to gulp most of it down quickly, but some of it filled my cheeks. His cum mixed with my saliva as I licked the tip of his shaft, valiantly swallowing it all down. I struggled to breathe through my nose, which was buried in his pubic hair, as I finished him off, milking even more cum out of his balls with my hands. Just when I thought it was over, his cock quivered with some involuntary aftershocks, and yet more creamy juice trickled down my throat. I kept his rock-hard erection in my mouth after the main part of the orgasm ended; there was drop after drop of cum still dripping out of the head of his dick even though the huge spurting phase had ended.

He completely collapsed, spent, and drained. I lovingly stroked his buttocks; his cock was still in my mouth, but I had stopped stimulating him as I knew his cock would be extremely sensitive. I slowly let him withdraw and gave the head of his cock a soft little kiss, licking off the last remaining drops of fluid.

“Oh my god!” he eventually whispered “That was amazing. Not your first time? I think that may be the best blow job I’ve ever had!”

“What’s your name” he said as he pulled his lycra shorts back up around his waist.
“It’s Malcy” I replied “You can find me on Grindr as XXXXXX. Hopefully, we can walk our dogs here again sometime soon?!”

“What’s your name,” I asked still on my knees savouring his delicious emission.

“You’ll find me on there too – as XXXXXX” as he whistled on Scotty and disappeared off down the path behind me leaving me on my knees with a quickly deflating erection.