Riggers

I could see his beige riggers and baggy joggers covered in paint, a bomber jacket over his rugged build and a baseball cap. He was already making a start on his cruising time as his left hand was already down his jog bottoms playing with his cock. As he approached, every so often, he'd take his hand out of his jog bottoms so that I could see his stiff dick, pressing against the fabric.

Once we were close enough that we could see each other's facial gestures, we both smirked, nodded, and then I followed him into a bushy area that was strewn with used tissues, condom wrappers and by the looks of it, a popular area for sex.

We wasted no time getting our dicks out and wanking each other off. He leant towards me and we started to kiss. I kissed him with one eye open keeping a lookout, but he had his eyes closed enjoying the moment.

He pulled my hand away and told me that he was close to cumming and with that, he went down on his knees and started sucking me off. He was really good at it and I could hear him moan and slurp down my shaft. He was really enjoying it as he was wanking himself off slowly. I wanted to watch how he was wanking, so that when the time came that I needed him to cum, I knew just what he would like.

Slow strokes, pulling his foreskin all the way over his head and then all the way back with a slow but steady stroke and gripping using two fingers and his thumb. He concentrated on making sure that when he pulled his foreskin over his head it went that bit further, so there was a gathering of all his foreskin and a good amount of pre-cum lubing his head.

As he stood up and started to kiss me again, there was a thread of saliva from where he had been slurping away on my cock, he wiped it with his cuff, then turned his back on me and pulled his joggers down to his boots. He spat into his fingers and then pushed it over and into his hole. I knew what was to come and even though I had rubbers in my pocket, he didn’t want them, he grabbed my cock and slid it between his cheeks and guided it to his hole. He thrust against me slowly, in a little bit, out again, in a little deeper, out again and then all the way in deep. The other hand was wanking his dick. It wasn’t long before I could feel his arse clenching repeatedly, and then he stood up from a slightly bent over position, and spurted a wad of cum into the air followed by a long deep sigh. 

He pulled up his joggers and then lent towards me, kissed me and said: “next time I make sure I’ll play with my arse a bit so you can just fuck me. You can pull out and spunk over my face, cos I really like that.”