Hot Spot Ch. 03

I kissed my lovely wife goodbye as she and her friends drove off to the spa for the day. Then I opened my phone and the gay hook-up app I was using and accepted an invitation to attend on the sexual needs of one highly-rated user named SemenDemon666.

The GPS co-ordinates for the meet-up were received and acknowledged. I located the hot spot as being in the woods north of the city. I had spent time in the park forest just yesterday with my first cock feeders, Duke and Ken. It had been a wonderful spring day, right down to the weather. Today promised to be much the same, according to the forecast. The woods to the north were less tame, with few trails and thicker brush. The meeting place would likely be secluded and hidden from prying eyes, which was fine by me.

As I drove the estimated forty minutes to the co-ordinates, I reflected on the previous day's adventures. I had discovered Duke and Ken by accident and was invited to join in their oral frolics. Duke called me a natural, born cocksucker. I took it as a compliment and as encouragement. Duke himself didn't suck cock but I got off with Ken in the sixty-nine position. It was they who encouraged me to download the hook-up app to meet other men looking for service. Scarcely an hour after we parted ways, I accepted an invite from Dimitri, a burly Russian, to suck his cock in an abandoned factory parking lot and I took his load manfully, without reciprocation.

Now, I was off to meet SemenDemon666. My expectations were set by reviews by other users who'd met with him in the past. I found many such reviews to be vague and uninformative, though often very generally positive. Interestingly, the reviews were posted by users all over the country. Evidently, he was a traveller.

The man's profile pic was a white pentagram on a black background with '666' emblazoned in red over it. Additional pics offered more insight. He was white, pot-bellied, heavily-tattooed, hairy, cut and hung from the looks of things. All of that suited me just fine.

There were no pictures of his face, but that was not terribly unusual. So far, I hadn't even uploaded a single picture, letting my introduction do the talking. It turned out if you introduced your profile as a willing cocksucker with no requirement for reciprocation, you were popular.

Presently, I drove through the woods. My phone was open to the location app and the co-ordinates were dialed in. The app gave me clear instructions to go off-road, and sure enough, there was an overgrown, grassy trail to follow into the deep woods. I turned off and followed the trail for several minutes. I started to get discouraged. I seemed to be on a road to nowhere.

Just then, I entered a clearing where there was a sign of human activity. Someone had pitched a two-man tent and started a fire. There was a motorcycle parked nearby. By the fire, there stood a man.

As expected, he was heavy-set, but I was surprised how large he was. I had thought Duke and Dimitri to be big, burly men, but this man outsized them both. His pot belly was covered now by a black t-shirt with what I took to be a heavy metal band's logo. His arms were heavily tattooed and muscular. His head was shaved, perhaps to hide a receding hairline, but his black beard was long and carefully trimmed into a forked goatee. His eyebrows, big and bushy, were slightly arched and gave his eyes a devilish look to complete his image.

I found him to be an incredibly iconic masculine image. I was instantly attracted to him. This was a man I could service, and I was sure I would.

I parked up and got out of the car. I walked awkwardly over to the tall and imposing figure. He held out his hand, not to be shaken, but to be kissed.

And kiss it I did. Reverently.

When that was done, we performed introductions. I told him my name was Dave and he said his real name was Simon. We talked a little about ourselves. My details were mostly uninteresting. He was unmarried, openly bisexual, a biker (of course) and an independent Satanist in the sense that he was not a member of a cult or church of Satan. He assured me that many Satanists were decent people, but very interested in the pleasures of this world.

His voice was deep and surprisingly cultured. He talked like a well-read intellectual. Whatever had drawn him to follow Satan as his spiritual leader, it was not ignorance. I personally was not religious, having rejected the creed of my upbringing, so I chose not to judge him.

The conversation turned to sex.

"Your profile said you will suck unconditionally. I accept your offer. Take off your clothes. I like my cocksuckers naked."

When I was naked, he told me to take his cock out, and again I obeyed, kneeling before him and opening the wide belt that was fastened over his black leather pants. I opened the trousers to pull them down. He wore no underwear, so I had immediate access to his cock and I wasn't going to waste that opportunity.

I began by sucking his balls. They were quite large and very hairy. Not that I minded at all. I found his hairy balls and pubic beard very manly. He had an earthy smell that was pleasant to me.

I called upon the skills I'd learned in the past twenty-four hours and worked my imagination for more. I let my tongue linger on his testicles just a little longer, but I used my hands to stimulate his cock. My right hand was for jacking his shaft while, with my left, I massaged the massive head of his dick.

"Your profile said you were new at this, and looking for experience, but you seem to be a fast learner," Simon said. "And you're not shy. That's good."

I nodded as best as I could with an enormous testicle in my mouth. Simon seemed to be content to let me work at my own pace, and I was not rushing the job. It was a full five minutes before I put my lips on his cock. When I did, it was to kiss the tip. I removed my left hand from its thumb massage of that area and let it fall to massaging his balls. My lips closed around the bulbous glans and I set to work with my tongue, licking the piss-slit and bathing the surrounding skin. I continued to stroke the length of his cock with my right hand.

I was rewarded with a low growl from Simon. "That's good."

I was happy to be praised. I was doing to him what would have felt good to me. I continued as he talked to me.

"You know, you have a good body. Nice ass."

I could guess where that was going, and I wasn't sure how I felt about it. I had fantasized about having a man take me in the ass, but I had never experienced it. I had played with a butt-plug on occasion, so I knew that having something in my backside could feel good, but inserting small objects that you control is a different matter than a man inserting a big dick in you and fucking you hard.

"Your profile said you have an open mind. Seems like it so far. Are you open to having me fuck you up the poop chute?"

I continued with my work, but I could not ignore the question. I decided to give it a try with this man. He seemed like he might be a gentle enough teacher.

"Yes, Simon. You can fuck my ass."

He needed no further urging. He pushed my face off his cock and rearranged me so that I was on all fours in the dirt and facing away from him.

"Don't worry," Simon said. "I brought lube." He must have had a small jar or tube in his coat pocket, because he didn't go get anything from his gear inside the tent. He took his coat off so that his movements would not be restricted. Besides, with that roaring fire nearby, it was hardly cold in this clearing.

I heard him greasing his pole. Then, it was my turn to be lubricated. He smeared a liberal amount of the substance on my asshole, letting his finger poke at my bud. I yielded to him instantly and felt first one, then two, digits up my tailpipe. I moaned. There was no pain at all. My practice with the butt-plugs likely helped with that.

I thought about my wife, away on her spa day, and what she would think if she could see me now, being manipulated by this handsome and rugged biker. I wondered if she had the hands of a talented masseur on her body right now and if she was thinking of me, or if she was tempted to fuck him. Then I imagined her with Simon, or tried to. He didn't seem like her type, but then, who'd have guessed he was mine?

"Okay, Dave," Simon said. "Are you ready to do this? Your ass is prepped and my cock is hard for you."

"Please fuck me, Simon. I want you." It was true. Now that I had committed myself, I was looking forward to losing my anal virginity.

"Then here it comes."

The tip of his prick pressed against my sphincter. Again, it yielded to invasion. I felt a small cramp as my asshole widened to accept Simon's dick, but it quickly subsided when it expanded to his full girth. Length was another story. I'm not sure how long his cock was; it was certainly much longer than mine. The lube did its job and I felt inch follow inch into my ass. Simon was holding me by my hips, holding me steady, preventing my retreat from his encroachment.

He didn't need to worry. I wasn't going anywhere. I was intoxicated with sensation. The friction caused by his entry created a pleasant burning in my bowel. I was moaning like a bitch now.

"You like that?" Simon said.

"Oh, yes. Please put it in all the way."

Simon accommodated me, but at his own pace. He may have wanted his own sensations to last, or he may have been considerate of the fact that I was adapting to a new and potentially painful experience. He was a patient man.

Once he was all the way in, he stayed in, gyrating his hips to maximize my penetration and sensation. He was rubbing the walls of my insides and it felt great. I was also aware of the pressure on my prostate, which was not only feeling good, it was making me leak pre-cum from my cock.

"For a guy who never took it up the ass before, you're really good," Simon said.

I thanked him and praised his cock. He laughed.

"Okay, time to fuck you, for real. Are you ready for that?"

"Yes, fuck me please."

Simon retracted his ramrod, almost to the point of evacuating me, but not quite. Then he slid it back in with some force. He began sawing in and out of me and I loved it. The sound of his thighs slapping mine and the squishy sounds in my ass turned me on even more. My prostate was getting plenty of action and I felt waves of pleasure crashing over me with each thrust.

"Please, fuck me harder, Simon."

"I can do that," he said.

And he did. He began to take me in earnest, fucking my ass with abandon. Simon's cock inundated me with sensation.

"Oh, God, it feels so good!" I cried out in my bliss. "Keep reaming my ass!"

"Dave, my knees are hurting. Let's do this another way." He pulled out of me unceremoniously and I raised myself up on my knees as he lay back in the soft turf, face-up. His cock stood waiting. I had to think about how to position myself in the receiving position. I planted a knee on either side of his hips and lowered my ass onto his erection.

Oh, this was better even than before. He hit my prostate with every thrust and I experienced a higher intensity of pleasure as a result. I hauled myself up and down on him with purpose and he began to grunt and groan with his own enjoyment. Before long though the muscles in my thighs started to burn. I was not accustomed to using these muscles this way. I'd need to exercise to do better in future. I didn't want to stop until I got Simon off, but he saw my pained look and I told him the problem.

"Just stop. Lean forward on me and I will thrust up into you."

And so he did. Electricity flowed through me and I never felt more alive than in those moments. I realized that, for the first time in my life, I was close to orgasm without even having touched my cock. My legs were still tired but I couldn't resist rocking back and forth on his thrusting cock.

"Oh, Dave," Simon said. "I'm going to blow a load up you. If you want me to dump it somewhere else, better tell me now."

"I want your cum in my ass, Simon," I screamed.

I wondered what the chances were that some onlooker might have chanced upon us like I had on Duke and Ken yesterday. I imagined such a witness recording me and Simon with their camera as I tried to do with that pair just a day ago. It was highly unlikely, as this seemed a more remote location than Duke and Ken had chosen, but it turned me on to think of performing sexually for an audience. That was an idea, I thought that I might revisit.

Simon rammed his cock deep inside me one last time and groaned in his release. I was amazed to feel his hot cum filling my bowel and the feeling pushed me over the top.

"Oh, fuck, Simon! I'm going to come too!"

The position I was in meant I was pointing my cock right at his black t-shirt. I leaned back and grasped my cock, readjusting its direction just in time to avert a laundry disaster for Simon. I came all over my own torso.

Simon shoved me off him gently and told me to clean him up. I obeyed, eating cum that had been in my ass a few moments ago. Then he surprised me by licking my cum off my chest and belly. It was a surprisingly erotic sensation.

We lay together in the leaf-mould and he kissed me tenderly. I hadn't got used to kissing a man yet. Ken had kissed me the day before, and that was one thing, but he was clean-shaven and Simon had a devilish goatee. It was a strange feeling for me, but not unpleasant.

"So, that's what you get for having an open mind," Simon said.

"Thanks for opening my ass. I didn't think I could do it."

"Turns out you're good enough for the pros."

"Thanks," I said. "You're camped out here. What are your plans for the day?"

"Well, I have another date at five o'clock. You're welcome to stay and play."

"Another one? Surely you don't have another teaspoon of cum in you?"

"Of course I do. I AM the Semen Demon after all."

It turned out Simon was crossing the country on his motorcycle, camping where he could and fucking as many men as he could along the way.

"Well, look me up when you're back in this part of the country," I said.

"Likely won't be for a while."

We said our goodbyes and he kissed me again. I liked it.

As I drove home, the dashboard clock said three p. m., so my missus would not be home for a couple of more hours at least. If I was lucky, I might pull a "Semen Demon" myself and muster another load for her, clean and trim and relaxed as she'd be from the spa. My newfound lust for men didn't seem to diminish my desire for my wife at all so far.

But I knew that next weekend, or the first chance I got, I would be on the hook-up app again, looking for more hot spots to connect to other men. I remembered that next weekend was my wife's weekend to work, so there would be opportunity there.

I wondered what Duke and Ken would be doing next weekend.