Sometimes, in a pick-up spot known for sexual connections, a random encounter can be incredible. One day, while venturing along a well-traveled raised wooden pathway around a lake, I concluded that the two or three vehicles in the parking lot may or may not lead to a connection among the shrubs and trees that provided the necessary anonymity for sexual indulgence. This public but well-hidden area attracted all sorts of men. Older married men who wanted some side encounter; younger twink types who were seeking a male of any variety; others with huge dicks that wanted to be worshipped; and then the ordinary height-weight proportional guys in their 30s and 40s who were seeking sexual release as a part of their day.
I fall into the latter category, a regular fellow who just wanted to connect for fun. I wandered the raised pathway for a while, passing by one or two men who didn’t create tension. I was beginning to feel that there would be no action that day. I even found one of the benches in a remote sitting area and decided to wait and see if an encounter would materialize. The day was warm; the sky was filled with white fluffy clouds, so sitting alone was not an unpleasant experience. However, after a while, I became antsy and decided another tour of the circular pathway may yield something of interest.
I stood up, stretched, and began the tour. The dense foliage on either side of the pathway prevented one from seeing very far along the raised walkway. So, the seated person could not see anyone until the potential connection turned one of the many angles along the way. I made the entire tour and returned to the sitting area in something of a mood. I wanted a connection. But I also didn’t want to spend the whole afternoon seeking pleasure. I promised myself one more tour, and that would be it. So I relaxed briefly, then rose, stepping onto the path.
There was no one initially, so I kept walking. Then, at the end of another sitting area was this man who had his hand around his cock.
Let me describe Howard. Howard was a big man who came from Eastern North Carolina farm stock. Howard was a large man, over six feet tall, with great girth and broad shoulders. He was imposing. I didn’t know if there would be a connection as I approached. However, when he removed his hand from his barely hidden cock, I connected instantaneously. His fat big headed dick pulsed rock hard with his foreskin peeking over the rim of his glans. As I remember, I walked up to Howard, rubbing my crotch. I reached for his generous, thick uncut cock and fell to my knees.
I treated this corn-fed monster with enthusiasm and delicacy. Howard pulled the foreskin back so I had total access to the rim of the glans, around which I could swish my tongue and fill my mouth.
At that moment, Howard’s dick became a consecrated icon of maleness. I relished the feelings that shot through my body. I was sucking a huge, thick ideal cock. I had to rearrange my dick to compensate for the hard-on poking uncomfortably against my underwear. Time seemed to stop or, more realistically, became dream-like. I was sucking a dick whose girth and fullness epitomized the pleasure one could derive from sex. This moment was the moment of eternal sex.
I was lost in the extreme act, the total submission to a grand cock, lapping up each lick of the head and then engulfing the shaft that split the back of my throat, jabbing me and blocking my breath. Holding Howard’s dick as deep as I could take it and as long as I could take it drove me into a state of ecstasy. Time and time again, I would absorb as much of this man-sized gift, then release it and concentrate on the head. I felt the pre-cum rest on my tongue as I swallowed its neutral but distinct flavor. I marveled to myself over and over how lucky I was to be sucking this big, robust desirable head. I waited, and I had been rewarded.
Unable to restrain myself, I unzipped and started jacking when Howard lifted me by my shoulders. I stood up; Howard squeezed my dick, fell to his knees, and began sucking me with vigor and enthusiasm. The exact details of that encounter years ago escape me. I know we both came sucking each other but the order of the orgasms are remnants of the past.
However, Howard and I developed a relationship. Howard came to my house on numerous occasions. We stayed in hotel rooms overlooking the ocean in Myrtle Beach. The last time we were together was déjà vu. Having had my first sex on a farm, surrounded by forest, as a boy, the smell of pine and being engulfed in a forest of pine trees brought the memories of sucking the huge dick back into the forefront of my mind.
Because I had driven to his house close to the North Carolina/South Carolina border, a place near his acreage became the location of our meeting. The October night was warm, calm, and refreshing. The slight air movement made one feel alive. I followed his truck as we pulled off the paved road onto a dirt road that led into a field surrounded by pine trees and other foliage. The grass growing on this dormant field was eight to ten inches high.
We lowered our trousers and exchanged sucks. I don’t know if it were the childhood emotions of my first big thick farmer cock a long time ago, but the intensity of me being on my knees with a raging cock, pulsating because of the moment, drove me into a new state of mind.
Howard let me know that he was going crazy with the way I was sucking his dick. The memories mixed with the moment threw my thoughts into a frenzy. The fat thick base of his cock seemed to expand and then the flexing that foretold of an explosion.
I took the pre-cum and saliva from his dick, bathed my cock in the magic liquid, and jacked in tandem with the pulses of his cock.
“I’m going to cum!”
I pulled back just long enough to say, “I know.”
“I’m cumming. This is the hottest scene we’ve ever had. I can’t tell you how much I love what you are doing to me.”
We shot off together.
This evening was indeed one of the hottest times Howard and I shared and one of the hottest encounters of my life. Many years have passed, and Howard and I are still in contact.
Books on Amazon by Buck Jones
- Marine Stories
- Gay Joining the Corps
- Young Marine and Gramps
- Marine Encounters
