Despite my unsavory meeting when I was with John, the whole idea of anonymous sex with strangers turned me on. Back home, it didn't take much research to discover a couple of local cruising areas, one a wood, the other a heathland. There were also three 'cottages', public toilets (restrooms), where men meet for sex. It took me a couple of weeks to build up the courage to investigate. The wooded area was very similar to the one near John. It looked innocent enough during the daytime when I checked it out and found a potential hiding spot. I went back at nightfall and hid in a rhododendron bush. I'd all but given up when a guy walked into the clearing in front of me and lent against a branch with what looked like a very impressive dick hanging out, which he stroked to erection. Soon, someone else arrived, and without saying a word, knelt to give him a blow job. I quietly unzipped myself. The man stood up again and they kissed, before the second guy dropped his jogging bottoms and put his hands on his knees. He let out a muffled cry as he was penetrated, fucked, and bred. The guy with the big cock walked off. In the half light, I vaguely recognised the man, as he waited for another encounter. He didn't have to wait long. An older, tubby chap came along, and after a few words, they fucked up against a tree. This time the bottom tossed himself and came before he was bred. Nervously, I decided to try my luck. Standing against the same tree, sure enough a guy approached me and grabbed my crotch. We kissed, then he asked if I wanted to blow him, or get fucked. I decided to blow him, so knelt, he fished his dick and balls out of his flies and I went to work, with him holding my head and face fucking me. I'd no sooner satisfied him, than another guy approached me with his shorts down and his erection already on show, "Suck or fuck?" he asked, as if he was asking the time. I was so worked up by now, I wanted a cock inside me. I braced myself against the same tree where the other man was bred. Hot breath, and then a tongue on my hole. A finger, then two, and finally, a penis forced its way in. I pushed back, and he fucked me hard and fast, breeding me in no time. He disappeared, soon to be replaced by another cock. I didn't even look round to see what the chap looked like. I was bred again. That evening four men had their way with me. I wanked with the last one. With wobbly legs, I walked home, mission accomplished. I text John to tell him, he replied, 'Slut, lol'
Next to try the cottages, so I toured all three. One was gross, another not much better, but one in a nicer area was reasonably pleasant. I went back later in the evening, having already lubed my bum. Standing at the urinal, pretending to piss, even though I had a semi, men came in, had a pee, and left. Then a good looking lad came in, no more than mid 20s. As he pissed, he eyed me up and shuffled closer to me, eventually holding my knob. We went into a cubicle, Where we dropped our pants and kissed. His fingers went into my crack and found my greasy ring. Breaking from the kiss, I leaned on the cistern. He held my hips and slid in, shagging me with such force that my knees buckled. Thank god he was young enough to cum quickly. I returned to the urinal and not long after, a older fattish man stood close to me, not even attempting to piss. He leaned towards me and said, "Do you want to fuck me?" It was my turn to top. Back in the same cubicle, roles were reversed, and I looked at a fat ass. Luckily, my dick was big enough to give him a good time. He shot his load into the bowl, but told me not to cum inside him, so I pulled out and splattered over his cheeks, rubbing it in. Satisfied, I went home.
Lying in bed, it dawned on me where I'd seen the guy in the woods a couple of weeks ago. He works in an office opposite where I work, and I sometimes see him in the cafe. By the next time I saw him in the cafe, I'd seen him twice more in the woods, once giving head, the other being shagged. I invited myself to sit at his table, and we had an awkward conversation, I wasn't very subtle. "Enjoy the woods?" I ventured. He looked at me as if I was talking in a foreign language. "It's okay, I go there regularly, and to the cottage on the other side of town. "You can't bribe me", he said, defensively. "I have sex there, and enjoy watching others, I've seen you three times, it's very sexy". He relaxed, "I live with my wife, and although I enjoy straight sex, the need for cock is sometimes overpowering". "Your secret is safe with me, and if you ever want to have sex in more comfortable surroundings, I have my own place", He smiled, and said his name was Ben. We swapped phone numbers, and he said he would be in touch.
A week went by, and I had a WhatsApp message from him, thanking me for the secrecy, and asking if he could visit. He also said that he usually bottoms, but was happy top top. We arranged a date and I made sure the place was tidy, and that there was lube to hand. He arrived in smart, casual clothes, smelling of expensive aftershave. We sat in my lounge making small talk, even though we both knew what we wanted. It was down to me to break the ice. I knelt in front of him and fished his dick out, giving him head, but not wanting him to cum. "Take me to bed", he whispered, not that anyone else could hear, so I led him by the hand to my bedroom and closed the door. We lost ourselves in our own little world. We kissed, undressed, and kissed some more. I thought I would take control. Remembering how John had made love to me, I took my time with foreplay, kissing every inch of his beautiful body. I kissed down his spine and rimmed him, turned him over and kissed my way over his chest and down past his abs to his now dripping cock. I pulled his legs up and rimmed him again, then applied the lube and eased my way in. We kissed again and I started to hump him as slowly as I could, pinning him down and smothering his face with kisses. "Fuck me harder", he implored, so I sped up, wanking him at the same time. He shot a massive load, but I controlled myself and fucked him for another ten minutes before discharging my semen. In the afterglow of sex, he told me it was the best shag he'd ever had, and he would try to be as good to me next time.
