I became braver and more enboldened in my search for alfresco sex, even going out during the daytime. I checked out the heathland cruising. Men boldly cruised round, trying to catch my eye. The first man I chatted to wanted to take me to his place, but I declined, fearing that I may be kidnapped and held against my will. Another, older guy suggested we go behind some bushes, so I followed him until we were out of sight. We kissed and I asked him to drop his trousers. Kneeling down, avoiding the nettles, a took hold of his soft, fat penis and sucked it to erection. Half wanking, half sucking, I worked on him until I had my reward. He tidied himself up and we moved off in different directions.
As it became darker, more men appeared. In the gloom, I picked out a guy in his 20s, looking nervously around, "Hi, are you looking for some fun?" He shuffled from one foot to the other and nodded, "I'm 22 and it's my first time. I'm desperate to lose my virginity. My parents disapprove of me being gay and would kick me out if they knew I was here." I lifted his chin up and we kissed. He was a little reticent, but with some persuasion, he opened his lips and our tongues met. I felt for his knob through his trackie bottoms, and then slid my hand down over his bum. We kissed some more, and I led him to where I'd been with the other guy, where I knelt and pulled his tracksuit bottoms and boxers down. His dick wasn't that big, I could deep throat him with ease. I asked him to turn around and put his hands on his knees. Holding his cheeks apart, I delved my tongue into his pretty pink hole. He groaned with pleasure, and I probed a finger, making him wince, "Please get on all fours and relax." I asked. I rimmed him again, "This will hurt to begin with, try not to cry." I held his hips and positioned my cock on his hole, "Relax", I said again, and pushed. The tip went through his ring and he yelped. I waited for a few seconds, then inched my way in until my pubes brushed his bum. "Okay?" He nodded, and I began to pump. Fuck me, he was tight, but I persevered, slowly building up speed. Putting my hand under him, I was pleased to find he was erect again, so I wanked him in time with my humping. He shot a healthy load onto the grass. I couldn't last much longer, and I bred him, I pulled out, he smiled and kissed me. "Thank you, I'll always remember this day." That night, I lay in bed thinking about the lad, and masturbated.
Saturday evening, and I was back on the heath, looking for sex. The guy who wanted to take me to his place was there. We struck up a conversation, "Why wouldn't you come with me the other day?" he asked, so I explained my reservations. "There's no need to be afraid, it's just that I'd rather do it in comfort." "Okay" I said, "If that's the case, can we go to my place?" thinking it would be safer, so we went to his car and I directed him the short distance home. "Nice Place" he complimented as we stepped into the lounge. I showed him through to the bedroom. "Are you a top or bottom?" I asked. "I'd rather top, if that's alright." We undressed and got under the duvet and made out. I shuffled down the bed to give him head, and blimey, he was a grower, over 8". I'd never taken one that big, but relished the thought. I keep lube to use with my toys, and I was going to need it. We kissed, and he rimmed me until he thought I was ready. I handed him the lube and buried my head in my pillow with my ass in the air. The lube went on, followed by his cockhead. I bit my lip as he inched his way inside and all the way down. "Okay, go for it." I said, and he began to bang me, slowly at first to give me a chance to get used to his size, then faster, using all his length. I began tossing and made a mess on the duvet. He was relentless with his stamina, shagging me for a good 20 minutes, calling me a slut, and I was getting what I deserved. When he came, I could feel him pulsing into me. We swapped numbers so that we could meet again without cruising.
The following weekend, it rained constantly, so there was no question of cruising, so I visited the toilets. In the cubicle, scrawled between the drawings of cocks and fannies, were phone numbers. I wrote a few down, then sat in my car sending off messages and waited, A short while later I had a reply via WhatsApp, with a full frontal picture of a man old enough to be my dad, but I didn't care, Any cock will do. I received his address, it was quite close, a detached house in a nice area. He was better looking in real life. I was shown through to a spacious lounge with large red Chesterfields. On the mantlepiece was a picture of a man, who he explained was his partner, who had passed away. I offered my condolences. We settled on the sofa, snogging and stripping one another. By the time we were naked, we both had erections, his short and stubby, like a beer can. We fell onto the deep pile carpet, rolling around until he pinned me down. We snogged some more, but I wanted the beer can inside me. "Come upstairs", he said, so I followed him up a winding staircase into his bedroom, which had a massive bed in the middle, and an en-suite off to one side. Once on the bed, we kissed and cuddled. Our erections returned, and he got some lube out of a drawer. I held my legs up to my chest. He rimmed me and then lubed me up and penetrated. I swore as the size opened me up. He took it out again and added more lube. It slipped in easier this time, I relaxed and started jerking. Maybe due to his age, but he fucked me for ages with a stamina that belied his years. I stopped playing with myself as I didn't want to cum too soon. Nearly half an hour later he said, "I'm getting close." so I tossed again, shooting a huge load as I was bred. He wanted me to stay the night, but I had plans, but said I would return Friday and stay over. I duly arrived with an overnight bag and a bottle of red. We sat together on the Chesterfield, drinking the wine. He put his arm around me and drew me into a kiss. Old he may have been, passionate he certainly was. We adjourned to the bedroom where we once more undressed. This time I had prepared myself, practicing with my dildo. We kissed, I got on my tummy with my bum in the air and he rimmed me then applied the lube. I still winced a little as he went in and began to hump. Once more he showed impressive stamina. He turned me onto my back, we kissed and he penetrated again. I would have taken myself in hand as he pumped harder, but I didn't need to as I came unaided. He filled me again. We went downstairs again and had more wine before turning in. In the morning we showered together in the en-suite and went back to bed. This time, I was to make love to him, fucking him missionary style. It was great to be in control and I took my time working him up until he begged me to cum. I wanked him at the same time, making him shoot his load before I filled him. We ate breakfast and I reluctantly said goodbye.
