This was a classic NSA BJ. Totally slutty and debaucherous. Is debaucherous even a word? The kind of hook up that gives queers a bad name. And, a boner.
For some reason, the slutty NSA hook up thing really gets me going sometimes.
I'm in Southern California. Visiting Dad in San Diego, then heading up to Simi Valley to visit Mom.
Hooking up is going to be tricky, but I manage to pull it off. Dad drops me off at my sister's work, but I have an hour to kill, and her car, while she finishes work.
I've already posted on CL, and there's a guy, a little older than me willing to suck me off.
He tells me a local intersection that he'll be at around 4:15, and I head there. I park in front of the Albertson's Supermarket, and scout out a woody area, with lots of bushes, just north of the lot. It's very dense and overgrown, the the ground area is shady and clear, and there's ample space for a couple of horny guys to get in there and do the nasty.
Ed shows up in his SUV, and I pitch the idea of the bushes BJ, and he's hesitant. He's in slacks and a work shirt, not exactly the garb to scamper through the underbrush in. But, he'll check it out. I tell him to stay in his vehicle, watch where I go and follow a few minutes later. If he feels like it's cool, then forge his way in, if not, he can bail, as I'm running out of time.
Well, good ol Ed, makes his way to the entrance of the clearing and pushes his way in. I guide him to sit on a handy rock, as I drop my cargo shorts. He touches my cock through my boxers, and grabs his chest. I'm hoping he doesn't have a heart attack.
I push my boxers down, and Ed fondles my dick for a minute, it starts to get hard. He looks up at me, as if to seek permission, and again, puts his hand over his chest. I give him the non verbal universal sign to suck my dick, by pulling his head into my dick, and luckily Ed deciphers this cryptic gesture and opens his mouth.
Ahhhhhh. Releif.
He quickly makes his tongue dance, and my dick rejoices. Again Ed grabs his chest, and now I'm starting to worry, and ask him if he's okay. He say....mmmmm.....and I realize he's just playing with his nipples. Whatever, he's blowing me, and it's pretty good.
After 3 or 4 minutes, I do a little face fucking and he's into it. He basically gives up bobbing my knob, so I have to take over and just get myself off in his mouth, but the scene is hot, and nasty and I'm grabbing his head and having myself a grand ol time in the bushes, just a hundred yards away from everyday suburbanites going in and out of their neighborhood grocery store for their Wonder bread.
Soon, I'm about to cum and I make the O-face, and the O-noise, and Ed doesn't pull off. I jam my crotch into his face, and his nose is buried in my pubes and I ride out all of the pulsing pleasure, and unload it all into his mouth, while my kung-fu grip on his head, makes sure he couldn't pull away, even if he wanted to.
He doesn't want to anyway.
Finally, I signal that I'm through abusing his mouth, and pull out. ES, turns his head and spits out a nice gob, which hits the forest floor, while still it is still attached to his mouth by a super long viscous string. A final spit and the cord is cut and he's free of my wad.
"Wow. You got a nice cock! You have my e-mail ............."
I cut him off. "I'm from Salt Lake, and I'm just passing through, but thanks. That was fun."
Ed fought his way through the bushes, and out of the opening, back to his car. His boner was visibly tenting his dress slacks.
I waited a minute, caught my breath, and made my way back to the car. Mission accomplished.
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